Wow–Looks like you’ve got an imaginative class cooking! Interesting. I’ve been trying some nonfiction, feeling more comfortable when grounded in real situations, but recently discovered the short fiction by Carver, Barthelme, Martin Amis and TC Boyle. Opens up unlimited expressive possibilities–how subjects, while remaining factual and informative, might be approached and narratives constructed in unexpected ways.
In order to reverse global warming and obesity, scientists have engineered a nomadic tribe of gluttonous plant people, who thrive on a mixture of CO2, sunlight, and high fructose corn syrup. At first, as they spread out across the world, into every city, suburb, and remote village — building solar arrays and “green” manufacturing facilities — they are greeted as heroes. Mankind starts to notice its waistlines whittle and its polar ice caps thicken. The plant people, who communicate through biofeedback (graphed and translated for humans), are indeed a benevolent and charitable race. They want to help. And while they’re around, they pick up a few tips from humans. It starts out innocently enough. Somebody creates an ungraphable shorthand to share insider plant people jokes. Pretty soon others are interested in cataloging their stories and folklore. Soon enough, a whole plant people literature springs up. For awhile, relations between humans and plant people are peaceable enough. But as global warming eases, plant people growth unexpectedly starts to accelerate. Like kudzu, they are squeezing out space for humans, and the human birth rate can no longer keep up with them. In a few generations, humans have been effectively reduced to HFC-manufacturing slaves.
Wow–Looks like you’ve got an imaginative class cooking! Interesting. I’ve been trying some nonfiction, feeling more comfortable when grounded in real situations, but recently discovered the short fiction by Carver, Barthelme, Martin Amis and TC Boyle. Opens up unlimited expressive possibilities–how subjects, while remaining factual and informative, might be approached and narratives constructed in unexpected ways.
In order to reverse global warming and obesity, scientists have engineered a nomadic tribe of gluttonous plant people, who thrive on a mixture of CO2, sunlight, and high fructose corn syrup. At first, as they spread out across the world, into every city, suburb, and remote village — building solar arrays and “green” manufacturing facilities — they are greeted as heroes. Mankind starts to notice its waistlines whittle and its polar ice caps thicken. The plant people, who communicate through biofeedback (graphed and translated for humans), are indeed a benevolent and charitable race. They want to help. And while they’re around, they pick up a few tips from humans. It starts out innocently enough. Somebody creates an ungraphable shorthand to share insider plant people jokes. Pretty soon others are interested in cataloging their stories and folklore. Soon enough, a whole plant people literature springs up. For awhile, relations between humans and plant people are peaceable enough. But as global warming eases, plant people growth unexpectedly starts to accelerate. Like kudzu, they are squeezing out space for humans, and the human birth rate can no longer keep up with them. In a few generations, humans have been effectively reduced to HFC-manufacturing slaves.