So random real-life true story thingy.
So last night I was sitting on the floor leaning on the couch with the computer on my knees and kind of hunched and squinting at the screen, proof-reading. Because I’m bad at proof-reading and slow at it, and don’t like it, and it’s boring, and so sometimes do it in front the TV.
As if that wasn’t obvious, from the quality of it haha. And also as if it wasn’t obvious from how I post new stories late at night my time.
Anyways, I was doing that and partner said, “Why not just print it out and use a pen like a normal person.”
Or something like that, approximately.
And I said, “I’m a struggling writer. I can’t afford to print things.”
Which I thought was kind of funny, so I’m telling you all my funny here.
And also, just because…
Ta-dah! A smarmy bit of social commentary masquerading as a SF infodump!
“In the early twenty-first century,” the rather pompous and dull teacher said. “The global printer cartels had the world in a stranglehold. Civilization was slowing, creativity was being stifled, all because of their greed. Now this is an old, old story. The railroads did it, too. In this case we can be glad, because the loathing ordinary people felt for the despised printer cartels and their sordid tricks to sell more ink drove the tablet revolution in the early years of that century. Because who can say, without this printer ink abuse, whether the dream of the paperless office would ever have been realized…”
The main character wasn’t really listening, and the teacher’s voice became a kind of dull buzz. So you don’t get it all repeated here, unlike a real old-school SF story where this scene would go on for pages and pages even though the pov character has zoned out, and would end with a rant about how public whipping reduces crime.
Of course, a real person would just avoid the class and the boring teacher and cut classes to smoke weed, but this is Real SF(trademarked) so even though there’s absolutely no reason for it, the main character feels strangely drawn to the teacher, like his wisdom and cleverness and valuable life lessons which will follow from being lectured to at great length by, well, a mediocre high-school teacher in an otherwise utterly average high school. And this teacher will be remembered long after, even as the main character joins the space marines and fights aliens and saves the human race. All because of this one afternoon in this one classroom.
I guess the future is different. Or they use hypnosis and subliminal marketing in the classroom by then, or something.
Oh wait… that’s probably how they recruit for the space marines, actually.