Hello my bitches. I need to proof it still, it's in a rough form, but a story is delveloping nicely.
I am in the middle of Nanowrimo a.k.a. November Novel Writing Month.It's an anyone can join type deal and you have 30 days to write 50,000 words...I am way behind, but I am determined to finish.
You can write literally anything you want. So I'm writing a sort of a mash-up of genres I like. It's all love, sex, drugs, robots, rock and other things that are generally awesome.
Here's an excerpt of the book. It's chapter two of Robot Work Force Inc.
Enjoy!
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Rena Beaton’s terrible apartment. ValueTown™ Sea-scrapers, Sub Unit 314 of block 10 -. Mechtropolis, Robotica. ,Monday August 7th 2344 .
Rena Beaton’s terrible apartment. ValueTown™ Sea-scrapers, Sub Unit 314 of block 10 -. Mechtropolis, Robotica. ,
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She knew it right away. She knew that this particular Monday was out to kill her. The first sign was the loud music that must have been blaring for an hour that she had programmed to wake her up. The mind crushing headache was probably the next giveaway that this Monday had full intentions to kill her. So many things felt like they had gone very wrong last night. Rena’s sense of time had become non existent since she moved into the low-block. Her apartment was in a new experimental Valuetown™ complex. She lived in a sea-scraper. Sometimes she could see some bio-luminescent sea animals, but mostly just that deep dank darkness when the lights were off. The government subsidized the shit out of her place so, it was cheap at least and she could play her drums in here. Her front door was still open a crack, her clothes scattered in haste before sleeping. A half empty tallboy of Quanta Lite just out of arms reach, a water bottle way out of arms reach and the time of day being holographically being painfully projected directly into her eyes. “Ungggggghhh… someone kill me.” She felt a familiar the throbbing sensation which meant she hooked up with someone…she honestly couldn’t remember who or when… or even how she made it home. Her wall screen was left on, she was still wearing one of her heels and her apartment door was left wide open.
She knew she was late. She had to get her ass in gear. Rena popped an instant espresso, lit a cigarette under the industrial sized air vent(that is NOT its intended use Rena!) and hit the showers. She felt a pretty major wave of regret mid-shower. Her band opened for a real band for the first time. Rena vaguely remembered the first three songs from the show. The music was pretty great actually, but that’s also what got her in the mood to party like a rock star. Rena remembered ditching Yuki and Morgan pretty early on, right after her set was done…the rest after that. A total blur. While trying to scrub away the few memories of last night Rena’s shower lights dimmed and flashed red for split second. “Really? Already... whatever fine, play my message.” Rena washed her hair while her apartment played back the message. It was Yuki, and from last night, Yuki was drunk as hell, “Rennnnna you’re such a monster you bitch….okay…okay….okay buddy oh god. K…Ok. I maybe forgot to mention last night that yer supposed to be training a newbie tomorrow at nine AM…I know right. Twist ending….Yeah well you ditched me and Momo, so yeah. BYE BYE BYE!”
Rena was not impressed. She put on some clothes that had taken up landed immigrant status on her floor, but looked okay enough for basic societal standards, she still decided to throw on some kind of deodorant on…you know…for the good of the people. She kept on the forearm she had on last night, she usually puts on her work arm before bed anyways, and really didn’t have time to calibrate another one, besides this one was ready synced up and ready to go. She sprayed on a little cheap perfume and was out the door. The lighting in her hallway was almost as equally dank as her apartment. Ganbatte! Inc. Bots patrolled the hall ways of her building on tracks on each floor, doing maintenance, opening door for tenants and greeting them as they come and go. They’re great units, but fuck they must be like 80 year old units and they are so boring to look at. Just grey metal boxes with skinny arms and a boring face-form screen. One unit opened the door for Rena and told her it looked like she didn’t get much sleep. She wanted to know what kind of asshole would program a robot to talk to women like that. Rena didn’t know it at the time but later she would incur a misdemeanour for spray tagging that particular robot. She took the Valuetown™ Lift to the surface lobby (the slow leaky lift that scared the shit out of her) and was out into the streets, which were being illuminated by the horrible and indifferent sun.
She reached into her pocket to fish out her sunglasses and only found a pack of cigarettes. She sighed, lit another cigarette and looked at the time display on her prosthetic arm, her eye opened wide when she saw how goddamned late she was and ran her ass off to the Heisenberg Rapid Transit station. She also discovered that smoking and running at the same time is a really bad combination. She felt sick as she arrived and went to fish 6.75-RC from her pockets, only to realize any change she should have was spent at the bar last night. The train pulled into the station on it’s silent magnetic tracks and Rena make the decision to hop over the turnstile, she could make it if she ran. Rena was just about the make doors when a guy in a vest ran past her, bumping into her to the side and spilling the contents of her purse onto the tracks. He yelled back to her “I’m so sorry, spent to long chatting with my cabbie, can’t be late, SORRY!” Rena grit her teeth and as the train pulled away Rena shrieked “You’ll be fucking SORRY IF YOU EVER SEE ME AGAIN GODAMNIT, YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!!” She was sick, breathless and very angry as her tried to recollect the scattered contents of her purse. Two security drones quietly made their way over to her “I am really terribly sorry to bother you miss, but our records indicate you have failed to pay your fare, come with me to the booth and I can help you complete your payment.” Rena’s heart sank and she went on the defence. “Listen dude, don’t even start with me, if you had any idea what the hell I am…”
A loud interruptive beep came from the drone, cutting off Rena’s sorry excuse for an excuse. It politely said “You have 5 seconds to comply…5…4…3…2..” Rena tried to book it out of there, but both unit restrained her with ComfyConvict™ soft cables and dragged to her security. Rena did not have the ambition to kick and scream this time.
