Recently, I had the idea for a scene where a 1950’s scifi writer was telling his agent about his latest novel. It was set in that far off year of 2024, and told of the beginning of a robot rebellion. The idea behind it was, while all the technology was wrong, parts of this robot rebellion sounds a lot like what people fear will happen when the AIs take over.
It was a nice
little scene, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I eventually had the idea of this writer getting sucked to now, and he is amazed with how far we’ve come in some areas,
smartphones, but disappointed in how little we’ve done, like, where are the
Mars colonies? At first, this seemed
like an interesting idea. He ends up
with a granddaughter who is trying to finish and update some of the stories left
behind when he mysteriously disappeared, and she has to beat the casual misogyny
and racism out of him.
I can’t remember
if I had the first idea while I was driving to work, or while doing my
mind-numbing day job, but I wrote the basics down in my writing notebook during
my lunch break. But I kept thinking
about it when I went back to work, and that’s when things started to
unravel. Basically, everything was to have
this grounded reality, but then there was this random time portal that … threw
everything off. I don’t know how long I
thought about it, or how many little changes I made to try to get the story to
work. And when I finally had something
that might work, I realized that it little to do with the original idea of a
robot/AI rebellion, which had been the whole point.
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