Mindwebs: Weep No More, Old Lady
Sep. 20th, 2012 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
james_davis_nicollWeep No More, Old Lady
I wonder if the hit and miss approach whoever assembled this archive takes to titles is related to the poor quality of some of the files.
There's a long tradition in SF of stories about angry, alienated geniuses; this would be an example of that sub-genre . The ur-example authors might want to look at before doing their particular version of the angry, alienated genius story is Judgment Day by L. Sprague de Camp, which compacts enough bitterness into its narrative to fuel a thousand Felicia Day Geeks Rule Jocks Drool music videos..
If you're revisiting a popular sub-genre like this one you have to find some way to make it your own. How Grant managed that was the twist about was the purpose of the research, which (spoiler)
was carried out to make sure an IQ-boosting drug was not too effective, lest the nation be denied its elevator operators and such.
I wonder if the hit and miss approach whoever assembled this archive takes to titles is related to the poor quality of some of the files.
There's a long tradition in SF of stories about angry, alienated geniuses; this would be an example of that sub-genre . The ur-example authors might want to look at before doing their particular version of the angry, alienated genius story is Judgment Day by L. Sprague de Camp, which compacts enough bitterness into its narrative to fuel a thousand Felicia Day Geeks Rule Jocks Drool music videos..
If you're revisiting a popular sub-genre like this one you have to find some way to make it your own. How Grant managed that was the twist about was the purpose of the research, which (spoiler)
was carried out to make sure an IQ-boosting drug was not too effective, lest the nation be denied its elevator operators and such.
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Date: 2012-09-22 08:49 pm (UTC)Most of the people who worked in the offices and other locations I cleaned were, at a minimum, reasonably pleasant. There were only a few exceptions where people didn't really "get" that the housekeeping staff were part of a service contracted by their employer to keep up the office building that they happened to be working in, that is, fellow workers, doing a different job, as opposed to their own personal hired help, picked from the lower social orders to serve their exalted, white collar selves.
I like to think that in a post scarcity world those few exceptions would be left to clean their own damn cubicles. :)