8) Ahem.
It strikes me that one of the things about this wonderful community (okay, two things) is that it is the sense of collectivity built loosely around Mr. Moorcock's amazing creative output and vision that attracts people of a like (and unlike) mind to it. Such folk are not afraid of creativity or a certain amount of risk taking themselves, and hence the myriad possibilities that currently juxtapose in this attempted enterprise.
Prototype already has (I think--Perdix, correct me if I am wrong) a good deal of individual contributions, so how about a group effort right here in the form of a string story. Like superstring theory itself, it needn't limit itself to familiar dimensions, but can take off on the wings of group imagination.
I shall arbritarily give it a working title of "Isis in Trouble Again" and suggest three rules to give it just a small, helping nudge towards the forces of order:
(1) Each contributor shall post his/her effort on this string in the form of 4 sentences (no more, no less) of whatever length conforms to grammatical lucidity. Preferably once only, but second or third entries are ok so long as they are spaced sufficiently far enough apart so as not to detract from the group nature of this creative venture.
(2) The character and/or concept of 'Isis' cannot be introduced until the 13th effort--some motivation for someone to jump in over the first twelve contributions and show their stuff.
(3) At the sole discretion of Perdix (as editor), if he deems the story worthy after 39 contributions (if it ever goes that far) he will consider inviting Mr. Moorcock to finish it with a 40th capstone or, (should he deem this suggestion unsuitable for whatever reason), Perdix shall complete the story himself. Given the group nature of the enterprise, participants agree that the copyright (if any) shall belong to Prototype.
I will begin it.
'ISIS IN TROUBLE AGAIN'
The house realized it was gaining a consciousness after the third day of construction. Tendrils of awareness floated above the toiling workmen, invisible smoke amazed by its own creation out of the foundations steadily arising from the damp, musty soil. Bricks formed neurons and as the walls rose, so did the ability of the house to consider its genesis out of the blueprints held by one of the suits who periodically consulted with the foreman. When construction was finally complete, the house realized that it alone could think--having learned English from the brickies--and felt saddened by the dead silence emanating from the other buildings surrounding it.
It strikes me that one of the things about this wonderful community (okay, two things) is that it is the sense of collectivity built loosely around Mr. Moorcock's amazing creative output and vision that attracts people of a like (and unlike) mind to it. Such folk are not afraid of creativity or a certain amount of risk taking themselves, and hence the myriad possibilities that currently juxtapose in this attempted enterprise.
Prototype already has (I think--Perdix, correct me if I am wrong) a good deal of individual contributions, so how about a group effort right here in the form of a string story. Like superstring theory itself, it needn't limit itself to familiar dimensions, but can take off on the wings of group imagination.
I shall arbritarily give it a working title of "Isis in Trouble Again" and suggest three rules to give it just a small, helping nudge towards the forces of order:
(1) Each contributor shall post his/her effort on this string in the form of 4 sentences (no more, no less) of whatever length conforms to grammatical lucidity. Preferably once only, but second or third entries are ok so long as they are spaced sufficiently far enough apart so as not to detract from the group nature of this creative venture.
(2) The character and/or concept of 'Isis' cannot be introduced until the 13th effort--some motivation for someone to jump in over the first twelve contributions and show their stuff.
(3) At the sole discretion of Perdix (as editor), if he deems the story worthy after 39 contributions (if it ever goes that far) he will consider inviting Mr. Moorcock to finish it with a 40th capstone or, (should he deem this suggestion unsuitable for whatever reason), Perdix shall complete the story himself. Given the group nature of the enterprise, participants agree that the copyright (if any) shall belong to Prototype.
I will begin it.
'ISIS IN TROUBLE AGAIN'
The house realized it was gaining a consciousness after the third day of construction. Tendrils of awareness floated above the toiling workmen, invisible smoke amazed by its own creation out of the foundations steadily arising from the damp, musty soil. Bricks formed neurons and as the walls rose, so did the ability of the house to consider its genesis out of the blueprints held by one of the suits who periodically consulted with the foreman. When construction was finally complete, the house realized that it alone could think--having learned English from the brickies--and felt saddened by the dead silence emanating from the other buildings surrounding it.
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