Saturday, 13 October 2012

SF - Bicentennial Man

 Robin Williams film.

This film fits amazingly well into my blogs on science fiction but to a certain extent it is 'soft' in that it is more about humanity, social issues and relationships than purely technology. The whole concept of robots has been more than adequately dealt with by Isaac Asimov and others. Although I have enjoyed reading the books and watching the films I have no wish to pursue that avenue with my writing.
My own ideas on what to write as a first step on the science fiction road are somewhere between apocalypse and somewhere else! A bit of a dilemma then in that the latter is an unknown. Researching the New Scientist magazine and watching 'I Robot' and the above film are beginning to help crystalize that unknown into a more identifiable form. 
Whatever I finally settle with, as with all of us who scribe, it is uniqueness that I'll be striving for.

My possible starting point.

The world would never be the same again but it is unclear as to what happened. There was no single event or point on which to hang the proverbial hat - everything just stopped and then not all at once. Pete sat on the hillside overlooking the  M1 motorway that was strewn with cars, all stationary and empty of people. When the fuel had run out the cars were left where they stalled. There is fuel but it is hard to come by and is becoming more scarce daily. The countryside is returning to its natural state and more quickly than you would imagine. Industry had all but gone before the Cessation but first the banks and offices in towns and cities emptied, energy services had been dwindling and rationed but they petered out which meant that the computers stopped working. Those amazing machines in which we'd lodged our lives no longer functioned on a grand scale. There were some individuals that had their own power supply who could actually charge batteries and switch the computers on, but the world wide web had nothing to keep it running, so the activity was pointless. People stopped going out, one or two tried to maintain a sense of the former normality but it was futile, they sat at home and looked at each other.
Pete stood and whistled for the dog to gather the sheep in so that they could return to the compound and safety.

Just some thoughts!


The last virus

No longer spreading
All pervading work complete
Last spark of light gone.
©David L Atkinson October 2012

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