SF/Humor 10,000 words. Many allusions to profanity, but no actual vulgarites were used in the writing of this story. Still, there is some adult humor and sexuality (but no actual descriptions of any particular act -- only allusions).The idea for this story came from MaryRobinette's burglarly a short while ago. She mentioned her PDA was stolen. This got me thinking about how much I'd miss my PDA if something happened to it. One idea lead to another and to another and to another and Wha-la! Story.
I didn't expect it to be this long, and my wife insists it could be turned into a novel-length story if I wanted to. For some reason, the idea of writing a novel scares me. I much prefer short stories over novels any day. Who knows what'll happen. [EDIT: MS Word says it's only 8500 words or so... I suppose that's because there's whole sections of fast moving dialogue... Just FYI.]
Honest and blunt feedback always appreciated. Critiques also welcomed, but due to the size, if you wish to only do a section or two, that's fine by me. It's hard to devote time to a long story. Many thanks in advance.
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Three In Chamber
Collapsing into an overstuffed, black leather chair in his studio apartment, Razz Chamber wished the voices in his head would stop their bickering already.
“Listen,” he said, “I’ll permanently delete your programs if you don’t quit it.”
The voices ignored his bluff, carrying on with their five-day old argument about which of them was the better COMPANION. They were driving him crazy.
Crazier.
The old man across the hall in apartment 76 once told Razz that in his day--who knew how far back that was... ’22 maybe?--people said you were crazy if you heard voices in your head; they’d lock you away and give you electroshock treatment to cure you. These days, people said you were crazy if you didn’t have at least one.
And everyone had at least one COMPANION.
Razz had three. And they hated each other.
[This message has been edited by HSO (edited August 15, 2004).]
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