Lawrence Watt-Evans
2005-10-04 19:51:05 UTC
Does anyone recognize this? I found it while going through old files
on my computer. It's dated 1992, but that's all I know about its
origins. I have a page and a half here, untitled, with no explanation
of where it's from. I honestly don't know whether I wrote it, or
someone else did, but it's apparently the opening paragraph of an
unfinished novel:
It was raining. For the first time in four, maybe five years, it
was raining. The scouters and scavengers caught out on the open
pavement were sparking and sizzling, circuitry frying -- a dozen
generations had come and gone since the last time water had come
falling on them out of the sky, and the need for a protective covering
had been forgotten. I stepped over the burnt-out, brain-dead remains
of a dozen AIs as I crossed the sidewalk -- one poor little patroller
was still skittering in a circle, clearly dead, but the motor still
running in response to its last impulse; it would run until the
battery died, or some larger organism, either biological, electronic,
or a combination thereof, smashed it.
If I wrote it, then I may finish it; if I _didn't_ write it, I want to
know who did, so I can read the rest of it.
on my computer. It's dated 1992, but that's all I know about its
origins. I have a page and a half here, untitled, with no explanation
of where it's from. I honestly don't know whether I wrote it, or
someone else did, but it's apparently the opening paragraph of an
unfinished novel:
It was raining. For the first time in four, maybe five years, it
was raining. The scouters and scavengers caught out on the open
pavement were sparking and sizzling, circuitry frying -- a dozen
generations had come and gone since the last time water had come
falling on them out of the sky, and the need for a protective covering
had been forgotten. I stepped over the burnt-out, brain-dead remains
of a dozen AIs as I crossed the sidewalk -- one poor little patroller
was still skittering in a circle, clearly dead, but the motor still
running in response to its last impulse; it would run until the
battery died, or some larger organism, either biological, electronic,
or a combination thereof, smashed it.
If I wrote it, then I may finish it; if I _didn't_ write it, I want to
know who did, so I can read the rest of it.
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