Pretentious awakening

“We’re all pawns in this abhorrent game of Nathaniel’s bookdeath.”

- last line spoken to me in a dream this morning, so pretentious it woke me from a sound sleep.

Next fiction I write, it’s going in.

Can’t we just send him to his room?

We like to think things will be better in the future. You know, jet packs, meals in a pill, an end to disease. And enlightenment, a whole lot of enlightenment. As in, people will finally get along. Self-important jerks need not apply.

But I’m pretty sure they’re still going to be out there — as certain as death and taxes, the condescending ass-hat is a part of life, and always will be. And, while I’m sure it wasn’t David Gerrold’s intention, Bem demonstrates this perfectly. Pity the story itself wasn’t better.