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Hello, you may or may not know that I have an insanely long writing log for one of my WIPs that I haven't worked on in 3 months. The reason is because I have had another idea bubbling away in my brain and I finally have a framing device for it. Angusland (the WIP I've abandoned for now) will be about nature and the flesh, the WIP I haven't even decided I want to write yet (Cloudman) will be about angels and the ephemeral, and THIS WIP will be about robots and the mechanical and will be called The Pitfalls of Future History.
I have written an opener, and I would like feedback.
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ENTRY ONE - The Day That Ruined My Life
I believe there is no place on earth where you are more aware of your surroundings than a public bathroom. In our modern age, where cyborgs roam the streets and robots build the new pillars of civilization and at any moment some computerized brain could put you out of a job - nothing could make you feel more human than shitting with someone less than a meter away from you.
The sounds, the smells, how much toilet paper you use, if you stick your fleshy hands in the bacteria-riddled hand dryer or not. No place makes you feel so judged or so human. Robots don’t shit.
Robots also don’t die. In recent history, the line between human and robot has begun to blur. At one point in time it wasn’t abnormal for someone to have a steel hip or a pacemaker or hearing aids. But as with most things, some people decided to take things too far. Suddenly it was legs and arms and hearts - all well and good if they actually needed replacing. But then came the brains and the cosmetic retooling. And the people who never wanted to die.
Today, one of those people almost did. And I saw it happen on the toilet in a public bathroom.