I believe the vast majority of people are inherently good. I believe all contain the seed of God. You might say we are a delivery service because I'm sure God cherishes each born innocent face. We are all God's children, yet the good the could be is stamped out by poverty or by environments, urban, rural and simply desolate. Despair in the very air they breathe. With this thought at 16:02 p.m. on 4/24 I shall begin attempts on a sci-fi story.
FARTHER BACK THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE
On a rather large planet far beyond anything practical lived a race of beings called 'The A-Listers.' They were quite adaptable to most any surface and you could say they possessed superpowers. They could become invisible, then show up as a practical joke, or too often in a delicate situation, which led to feelings of anger and the word privacy, mispronounced by the British, was invented. This bit, if etymology, lets you know some English words have Alien origins. This privacy issue broke the social structure into Vegetarians and Roadkill connoisseurs, as an analogy. There became grades with Listers being ranked from A to D and all fair or foul in-between.
Then came the invention of the recliner chair, a box that oozed various lights and this planet was taken over by an evil ruler. His first decree was that all ooze boxes show digital, 3D and microwave able light, for snacking and eventually supper. This was necessary so he could see what everyone was watching. He simply thought it cost too much money to record and listen to everyone's phone calls, especially telemarketer's. Every intended breaking of right has a consequence and being daily hypnotized by ooze light had caused a before known rarely never seen disease called 'Coachpotatoitis.' This led to the rise of industries to put band aids on this problem, both legal and illegal and the once hearty diet was supplanted by bad tasting beer, a variety of liquors for guaranteed hangovers, and about every pill, plant, then drug. if tangible and imaginable to artificially supply every need and soap opera emotion under their weather experimental skies. Of course their Creator was dismayed, but realized they were in their teenage years. By the way, a day there lasted 6,000 years and 3 minutes according to documents that unfortunately have not been returned to the library and there is a late fee.
So, it seems the Creator decided to create some being, who without superpowers it was thought they'd live on peas and carrots and not be tempted by the highly prized Bonsai apple tree, but ...,
*There I leave you not knowing if I should write on. Maybe I was out in the Sun too long earlier today.


Comments: 30
Can you slice me a piece of that?
He, he!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Tulip Firm
But I still think we need a new word to reflect PC-potato-itis. I am planted more often at the PC (whether for work or play) than in front of the TV. I have the TV on about two hours a week. How sad!
Blessings and best wishes - S.
I would call this a new kind of pre-Simulationist satire genre, but I´m waiting for you to finish the episode to be able to fully do it justice....after you recover from your sunstroke and watch The Truman Show again.