Even though I have plenty of projects I am currently trying
to work on, the back of my mind has been entertaining itself fitting bits and
pieces together into another. Over the last few days, I've caught a glimpse or
two of what it was working on.
The setting is
dystopian. Huge corporations do whatever they want to do, in order to make
another buck. The rich higher officials of those corporations are hardly even
aware of the workers who actually do the work, and don't give it a second
thought when given the opportunity to cut jobs, ship jobs some place where they
payroll would be cheaper, or even replace workers completely with automation.
They own so many politicians that laws don't get passed without their approval
first. In fact, politicians don't get elected without their help. Meanwhile,
the middle class shrivels as prices go up and salaries stagnate or even shrink.
It gets so bad, even those families who manage to keep two full-time jobs are
homeless. City streets - and even small towns - become war zones because
working hard and being good people doesn't get anybody anywhere. They have to
fight to keep what they have, and fight even harder to get what they want.
What is going on? I
don't like dystopian works; I find them depressing, and I fight my own
depression every day, so why inflict more of it on myself? I don't like
books/movies/tv shows with 'a cast of thousands', as I find it impossible to
sort out who is whom. I don't like political intrigue; it all boils down to
greed, and I like to think that some
people have other motivations than that. I hate
the idea that working hard gets you nowhere.
This plot had
everything I hated. Why would my subconscious even consider such a story?
And then it dawned on
me. It wasn't. I'd been paying some attention to the nightly news lately, and
my subconscious was on overload: Welcome
to the modern world.