I was bored on Tuesday, waiting for my despised art class, when I came upon an interesting idea for a story. I’d been thinking over the weekend how I’d like to write something futuristic, maybe about robotics and humanity. Unfortunately, the same lame ass idea popped into my head. Scientist builds perfect human-android-thing. Human-android-thing escapes. Human-android-thing kicks ass.
Sorry, but that idea is not only over-used, but also just ridiculous. Give me something with more depth. I begged my head to just give me something that actually made sense, some idea that I could add social contexts into, when I stumbled upon it. An intriguing idea that was more political than robotic, but still satisfying.
What if, in the future, economic turmoil of our time is still having adverse affects? What if it caused massive crime, a full depression, etc? What if a president got into power during this time of turmoil by promising a decrease in crime using a new bill that would supplement the police force with robotic counterparts? What if this bill changed quickly after this president assumed office and actually destroyed modern police forces to replace them with robotic enforcers? Crime drops dramatically, but what happens to those cops?
My question with writing this short story is this: How will what we do today to protect ourselves later harm our rights and livelihood? It asks if humanity matters. With robotics to do our jobs, what does that leave for us to do?
I hope to finish the short story over Thanksgiving break so that I can post it. I’m excited about the political contexts that are hidden in the story thus far, along with how it’s told. There is no chosen one. No saviour. It’s told around one man because this is his story of how the world is at the time. But, in the greater scheme of things, he is completely insignificant. And that’s what I find so intriguing, aside from everything else. I enjoy that a story can be told so strongly about someone, but then you find out that this person doesn’t matter at all. He’s just a speck out there. Nobody cares in his world, but by damned, I’ll try to make you care.
Really, I’m excited to finish this story. And when it’s all edited, I’ll post it.