Actually (and in all seriousness), it’s kind of helpful. You get post-organics which are sentient, and those which are a bit too simple to be sentient (they’re called bots, like spam bots). I can use post-organics as an umbrella term for things from the factories, and techno sapiens for those with sentience. (Sapien coming Latin, meaning ‘wise’, or ‘thinking’. Thank you, Wikipedia.)
Terribly dull I’m sure, all this ‘writer’s stuff’. Like the tiny cogs of any craft, fascinating to the maker, dull as Dilbert to the rest of the world.
That said, here’s some more...
I’ve been playing around with a new idea over the past few days. I thought I’d post something up here about it, because that’s not normally something I do. I normally scribble everything into a notebook and save it for no one’s eyes but mine. I won’t go into details, but here’s the basic idea:
I’m calling it Stormy Weather. I know that name’s taken and I need to look into that. It’s set in a city--maybe Brighton, because I used to live there--and the main character is Emily Swan, who’s an old roleplay character of mine I’ve been keeping in deep freeze for a while. She has a deaf dog, and Alsatian called Benito Mussolini, or Beni for sort, and she’s a talented drummer. The basic idea with the story is that every day or so, at night, it rains heavy and hard. Thanks to some technobable, the rains wipe everyone’s memories. So almost every day, the entire population wake up not knowing who they are, why they’re there, what they’re doing. They have to figure things out the best they can based on where they are, what they’re wearing, who they wake up with. Sometimes memories linger, but they’re like dreams. Be interesting to see how people live like that, I think.
If it comes to anything, I’ll see if I can post up some more about it.