2004-04-16 8:39 p.m. q. How did we end up like this? a. Hmm? q. Like this? a. ... -------------- We got the block real bad. -------------- Okay, there were scientists who turned criminals into alley cats. Every night, cats had violent screaming sex outside the homes of prominent judges. Okay, there were these hired killers who only knew each other by numbers on a global positioning handheld device. They try not to cross paths but they each wonder how their number was assigned. Are they ranked? Or was it random? Would it be worth killing #1? What does #1 think about his number? Okay, there were these children in the homeless shelter who told stories about dead children who had unfinished business and returned from the dead. They talk about a monster that feeds on homeless children. Its teeth are a narcotic they come to need. It's revealed that one of the children telling the tale is returned from the dead herself. She complains that she can't sleep. She still needs to feel the teeth. Okay, two people are stuck on a remote satellite. They've been drafted or they're working off a prison sentence. It's their job to man the scanners in case of an alien invasion. They feel like they'd be better of in prison. It's barnacle-scraping work. There are no aliens. They're not allowed to meet in person, just via a chatroom. There's no door between them, no equipment to space walk out and around. They each wonder if the other person isn't a program designed to keep them from going insane. Okay, so there's a major disaster and lots of people are dead, but there are robots who take their place. The robots can look like the people and they take the place of the dead to help the survivor's cope and return to a normal life. Maybe it's a natural disaster, robots driving buses to pick up humans to take them to work even though lava is flowing down side streets. Why must the humans keep panicking? the robots wonder. Don't they see nothing has changed? -------------- Autobiography: I'm writing this from a sick bed. I won't live long enough to see any of these stories to their conclusion. Autobiography: I'm a program designed to help you think that everything is exactly as it was before. Please stop panicking. Autobiography: By now, most of you should have stopped visiting this little backwater website. It's safe to come out and play again. -------------- I can't think of anything. Wouldn't it-- go ahead and disagree if you like, but... wouldn't it be nice if sleeping were an Olympic event? |
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