Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Living the Dream (#IWSG December 2019)


December 4, 2049

After knocking twice, Ben let himself in. His father was getting up there in years, after all. He was afraid one of these days he was going to show up and find him dead on the toilet.

"Dad, you dead?" he called out.

The answer came shouted from upstairs. "Go away, I'm writing."

"Dad, we're late for the kids' Christmas concert. They're waiting in the car."

"That's today?"

"Yes. I called to remind you yesterday. And the day before that. And twice last week."

Grunting.

Ben sighed. "I know you didn't check your messages."

"I thought you kids didn't make phone calls anymore?"

"Yes, but since you refuse to get the new neural communication implant, that's the only way I can contact you."

"I'm not letting Google put a goddamn microchip in my head."

"If you did you could write and publish your books like, a hundred times faster."

"Back in my day, we wrote dystopian science fiction about the government putting microchips in people's heads. Now you guys do it at the mall! I will write my way until you pry my Windows 2000 laptop out of my cold, dead hands."

"It crashed again, didn't it, Dad?"

Long pause. "It's been rebooting for an hour."

"I'll see you in the car."

"Let me just put on pants."

And that's the positive outcome...


Happy holidays, everyone!

Hugs & Kisses, 
-CDGK


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12 comments:

  1. Hehehe. Fun story. Though, I think if I got a microchip in my head to do my writing, I'd end up with a mess with squirrel trails racing all over the place. Seriously, I can't focus on a single project. I'll start in book 2, think of how it affects book 4, how I should tie that into book 3, and maybe scatter hints of it in book 3.5, and oh crap, I was supposed to finish that novella this month too...

    I think I'll decline the microchip when it comes around. In fact, I'll just avoid the mall altogether.

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  2. That was almost hilarious. Almost because I can see it happening.

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  3. I'm with the old guy not to have anything implanted in my head..and leaving my pants off. Great story and not too far off. Love the black and white GIF-Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings

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  4. Hilarious! And scary true. So I keep my pants on and a bug-out bag in the car. Happy holidays!

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  5. Great story! Funny how the cycle repeats, generation to generation.

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  6. Haha! Yes! Down with the microchip!!! Enjoy your holiday :)

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  7. Like hell I'll ever put any kind of microchip like that in me! Still, the speculation of it is fascinating. As seems to be implied here, we writers have to persevere. Good post!

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  8. I feel like that everytime my oldest son shakes his head at me when I need his help with technology. Sheesh. Why did he turn out so stinkin' smart??

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  9. Love the story! Happy IWSG to you, too!

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  10. Ha. I love you did your answer in the form of a story.

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  11. That was delightful and funny and so creativity. Makes me want more of the story. Great job. Happy Belated IWSG!

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