Notes from the Future
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Notes from the Future
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A writing experiment where we use current US news/politics as the base of a science fiction novel. For all of us who love this genre and then spend the entire time trying to figure out what the author was basing their world system/politics on.
Ch3/6 But what was there to say? Maybe she wasn't in a pod/tram crash? "Why are you here?", she asked again. "You know I don't believe the Gram or any of the rest of it. It's easy for the Leaders to AIEdit it for what they don't want you to know. I did confirm it though - a pod crash."
February 12, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Ch3/5 "I was the only one who was willing to come," he said. "What about my parentals?" Citi-zen said. "They didn't come because they didn't believe the pod crash happened. It's not on the Gram or any other feeds. Not on FoxMax, DeepChat, TribPostTimes. Nowhere." Citi-zen started to respond.
February 12, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Ch3/4 So who had come? Citi-zen's package included one (1) retrieval of a personal contact. So she was shocked to see not a parental but ... was that? Her ex-partner? He would have been literally the last contact on her list. Was he even still on the list? He saw her puzzled consciousness.
February 12, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Ch3/2 The repair corporation would have retrieved her and begun the repair process, rebuilding her body part by part while she was bathed in pain relief. Citi-zen sometimes wondered what those without humanoid repair contracts did - there was no way to pay when you were already incapacitated.
February 12, 2025 at 3:42 PM
Ch3/1 (in which Citi-zen awakens, both physically and metaphorically) Citi-zen's next memory was of softness and quiet. One perk of her current mundane job was that the humanoid repair package that it came with was top of the line. She had an embedded tracker that the impact would have activated.
February 12, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Ch2/10 going to hit her e-tram. The impact was incomprehensible - noise and light, and then nothing.
February 12, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Ch2/9 No, she was very sure the pod was stalling and in fact dropping out of the sky. What about the people in there? This wasn't supposed to happen - there hadn't been an accident in 18 years. But it was coming closer - and it was only a second before impact that Citi-zen realized it was ...
February 12, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Ch2/8 Citi-zen put her Gram down and looked out the window at the pods streaking into the sky, carrying employees to who knows where. New jobs? All at once? She noticed that one pod seemed to be stalling out. That couldn't be right - pod travel was strictly regulated and pods regularly inspected.
February 12, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Ch2/7 Her primary parent had entered a new pairing and was now back to secondary. Her new primary parent was a huge follower of Dear Leader and the Leaders, and she quietly watched as her secondary parent went along. The e-tram glided along, everyone else staring at their Gram Pods.
February 12, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Ch2/6 All of her subsequent jobs had been a quest for something interesting that enabled her to live comfortably but didn't require an always available contract. She usually kept to herself at her jobs, drifting through the day at tasks she found easy. She dreamed of travel, but never booked it.
February 12, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Ch2/5 She was accepted to a prestigious central colony higher education institute, where she excelled. So it was a natural next step to be recruited for a Mee-lon corporation, where supposedly intelligence was valued over all other things. Like, Citi-zen learned, empathy or listening or sleep.
February 12, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Ch2/4 Her newly prime parental worked and took care of her, even though it at the time the Leaders believed that only a two parental household, with a prime and secondary parental, could have a successful offspring. She had done well in all of her governmentally required schooling despite her loss.
February 11, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Ch2/3 But still nothing about the pods. Citi-zen had worked many jobs over the years, all after her unsuccessful stint in a Mee-lon company. She was from a pretty basic outland colony, and her prime parental had died when she was little. Her secondary parental took over as prime and raised her.
February 11, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Ch2/2 Citi-zen wasn't sure how having your girlfriend in the stands made you lose at Sportsball, but she didn't follow it especially. She wondered if Dear Leader had managed to stay awake for the entire game, and if he had woken up at the end in shock at a losing score for his team.
February 11, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Ch2/1 (in which we work on some backstory) Citi-zen kept looking at her Gram Pod as she sat on the electric CTMETRAPACE e-tram to work. The only thing anyone was posting about was yesterday's Sportsball final. Dear Leader was there, but his favored team had lost and the usual angry ranting followed.
February 11, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Ch1/7 Citi-zen turned on the Gram. Nothing. She looked out her window. Pods were still there. She ate her morning post-sleep cycle meal in silence. She had always felt that the Mee-lons weren't to be trusted, but she had listened to her leaders. She grabbed her Gram pod and headed to work.
February 10, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Ch1/6 Her leaders had promised that the Mee-lons came in peace, and were going to help the leaders update their government networks. But why were the pods streaking into the air, carrying employees that had worked there on behalf of the leaders out into space. Was in a mistake? Or intentional?
February 10, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Ch1/5 Citi-zen had quickly come to the conclusion that she wasn't cut out to work in a Mee-lon corporation. She was also worried, though, about how she never really saw a Mee-lon woman at the corporation. Where were they? Their leader kept multiple wives to have multiple children, and was up to 9.
February 10, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Ch1/4 They drank strange drinks and took drugs that often kept them awake for days on end, and made them angry. Their main communication was in short Gram messages, but when they spoke their voices were always extremely loud. They punched things to emphasize importance.
February 10, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Ch1/3 The Mee-lons, for aliens, also seemed familiar. Citi-zen had worked briefly in a Mee-lon corporation, and they were alike but not. They were usually young - she wasn't sure what happened to older Mee-lons because other than their leader she had never seen one.
February 10, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Ch1/2 The relationship between Citi-zen's rulers and the Mee-lons had always been tenuous. They weren't from Citi-zen's system, but they had things that her leaders wanted. New technology, which they never developed themselves but seemed to continuously acquire.
February 10, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Ch 1/1. She looked out of her window at the pods that were streaking into the sky. The Mee-lons had made their way into the core system at USDAI. Citi-zen had never been sure herself what USDAI did. But the Mee-lons had arrived, along with the chaos they always brought with them.
February 10, 2025 at 6:12 PM