In 2024 an alien ship crashes in the middle of Los Angeles,
ironically crushing a theatre where a movie premiere about an alien invasion is
in full swing. Hundreds die and
worldwide panic ensues. Who are the
aliens, where did they come from, and are there more of them on the way?
In 2026, a worldwide meeting is held. The aliens are peaceful. Calling themselves the Kindred, they have
come to Earth seeking asylum. Their planet
is dying. In exchange for a place to
live on our world, the only other planet known to them to support life, they
will share their technology with the human race, healing our toxic waters, soil
and air and curing all known diseases. They
only ask to share the rule of the planet.
Nearly a century later, these massive, bug-like creatures
(Ender’s Game, anyone?) have ruled peacefully alongside their human
counterparts in the “WorldGov” council.
Enter Malek, our hero.
Malek is nearly thirteen, and about to take a very important
test. This test, a neural scan, will
determine his role in life: that of a
Worker, forced to labor in whatever menial job assigned to him, an Assistant, who
can receive additional education but also has his career selected for him, or
one of the Chosen, allowed to pursue the path he chooses, receiving the best
education possible to allow him to achieve his goals. (A tinge of Divergent, perhaps? Even a little bit like Matched.)
But Malek has a secret, and fears that during his scan it
will be revealed. Born with brain
damage, he can only speak and move thanks to a special “Suit” that connects
directly to his central nervous system via nanowire, invisible to the human
eye. He must hide his secret because those
who have physical or mental disabilities of any kind are automatically forced
to become Workers.
So my story progresses.
Malek discovers that all is not well in Kindred-land. A rebellion of sorts is in the works. (Hunger Games, anyone?) Add to that the fact that his father,
Valerius, has been selected as one of the lucky few humans to receive a “Kindred
Body,” grown in a lab from his own DNA and virtually indestructible. Valerius has his brain removed and placed
into his new Kindred Body. However, when
Daddy comes home, he isn’t quite himself.
(Wait for it….Invasion of the Body Snatchers!!!)
Honestly, my third round of NaNoWriMo was a good
experience. I easily met my word count
goal, enjoyed the characters I created, and found myself thinking about types
of plot, inciting incidents, the emotional growth of characters, etc. etc.
etc. However, somewhere in the middle of
this whole deal, I realized what I’d already known: I can’t do sci-fi. At least, not unless I channel a whole bunch
of writers who have already filled our libraries and theatres with well-known
stories. Oh my heavens, I even had
rebels who lived in a home carved out of a massive rock formation in the middle
of the Arizona desert (The Host, y’all.)
Okay, it was only two rebels, and their house was awesome, not cave-like
at all, but still…
So, near the end, I got a little slap-stick. My aliens (that whole “bug-like” thing was a
government lie) had evolved from plant life on their world. Hence, they were willowy (pun intended)
tree-like, Little Green Men. (Ta
Daaaa!!!!) Malek befriends one of them
and has to help save him from the evil humans.
(E. T.!)
Ah, well. Lessons learned. I only regret I wasn’t able to work in that classic
line from Scooby Doo. My evil
antagonist, cornered and defeated, would snarl:
“It was only the greatest hoax ever perpetrated on humanity, and I would
have gotten away with it if it weren’t for you meddling kids.” Maybe next time. J
Ah but don't you know all great sci-fi is ripped off from someone else's? There are very few authentic sci-fi tales. Enders Game bugs= Starship Trooper bugs. Darth Vader's army of mindless clones = the Borg. The Host aliens= Sigorney Weaver aliens though much nicer in that they don't burst from their host's chest upon birth. I think your brand of sci-fi couldbe a much needed breath of fresh air!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Amber, most of Sci-fi is just like that, and we love it anyway. And with MG, the goofier, the better. :-)
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