A few weeks ago, my husband offered to watch the kids while I went to the workout room at the community center. Everything was fine, until I drove up to the building. Do you know what's next to the community center? A library. Now don't get me wrong, I regularly go to the library, I just spend all my time in the children's section. I stopped even trying to go in the adult section after one of my kids flung himself at a librarian while yelling about wanting to touch her computer. So as you can imagine, being able to stare at books in silence is a huge temptation.
After working out, I rewarded myself by taking a slow, leisurely walk through the non-fiction section. Ten minutes later, I emerged with this:
Thomas Rid's Rise of the Machines! As you can imagine, I was hoping for lots of creepy robots taking over the world.
Well, that didn't happen; I guess probably because the book's non-fiction? Sigh.
Hardyman is in there, and a walking truck that absolutely entranced my three-year-old. It wasn't exactly what I was expecting though. There was a great deal about virtual reality. You know, like putting on a suit and helmet and transporting yourself into a computerized world. I think I've heard this story before.
And we all know how well that turned out:
Well, that actually turned out pretty well, even though a few minor characters had to die. So I guess I'm all for a real life Sword Art Online, if that's really where the future of cybernetics is heading.
Meanwhile, in my futureverse, I'm tripping over Charlotte's profession. She's a pediatric trauma doc in a hospital and I think I really need to write at least one scene where she's at work. I'm absolutely terrified of it being embarrassingly bad. I pretty much have two options: 1. Check out some non-fiction books written by ER docs or 2. Completely disregard how medicine is practiced now because, you know, magic.
Since I finally got the last of The Bond posted last week, here's the link for the next book in the series. This book picks up about a month after the last one and introduces another of Charlotte's relatives! Okay, teaser time:
After working out, I rewarded myself by taking a slow, leisurely walk through the non-fiction section. Ten minutes later, I emerged with this:
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| With that exact look on my face . . . |
Thomas Rid's Rise of the Machines! As you can imagine, I was hoping for lots of creepy robots taking over the world.
Well, that didn't happen; I guess probably because the book's non-fiction? Sigh.
Hardyman is in there, and a walking truck that absolutely entranced my three-year-old. It wasn't exactly what I was expecting though. There was a great deal about virtual reality. You know, like putting on a suit and helmet and transporting yourself into a computerized world. I think I've heard this story before.
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| Recognize the anime? Anyone? |
And we all know how well that turned out:
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| Fighting with swords and stuff. |
Well, that actually turned out pretty well, even though a few minor characters had to die. So I guess I'm all for a real life Sword Art Online, if that's really where the future of cybernetics is heading.
Meanwhile, in my futureverse, I'm tripping over Charlotte's profession. She's a pediatric trauma doc in a hospital and I think I really need to write at least one scene where she's at work. I'm absolutely terrified of it being embarrassingly bad. I pretty much have two options: 1. Check out some non-fiction books written by ER docs or 2. Completely disregard how medicine is practiced now because, you know, magic.
Since I finally got the last of The Bond posted last week, here's the link for the next book in the series. This book picks up about a month after the last one and introduces another of Charlotte's relatives! Okay, teaser time:
She was suddenly aware that the man who had sat down next to her was staring at her. Deciding to move, she picked up her lunch tray.
“Cousin?” said the man.
Charlotte looked at him, surprised, “Jose!” She side-hugged him, “I thought you were a creeper.”
He laughed. “No offense, Charlotte, but even if you weren't my cousin, you’re just not my type.”
“Yeah, well, right back at you,” she bit into her sandwich. In all truth, Jose wasn't unattractive. He wore his black hair in a carefully styled pompadour, and his long eyelashes drew attention to his deep brown eyes. His khaki button down was neatly tailored to his wiry form, making him look much more respectable than she knew him to be.