Flaming hot cheetos everybody. Right out of the bag
"dead to rights" is the name of a story manuscipt I deleted as while back (like way waaaaaaaaaaay back a couple years ago) about a futuristic universe where robots got locked up for being creative (for some sort of existentially stupid political reason) and a scrappy girl…
Great acts of humanity are usually associated with innovation. Ideas and thoughts about weapons of mass destruction or giant leaps of medical and social discovery are what drives forward and gets recognized by civilization. This is the kind of stuff that shakes up and moves around everybody and their ways of life. Technology is a good indication of where people stand when it comes to new thoughts and tools. How much do you have? Do you carry it with you at all times? What if you are one of the ones that actually wants or needs it embedded into you? If you replaced all the human parts with mechanical ones would you still be measured as human? What exactly is it to be human if that happens? Let’s say being human is being born organically. You are born from DNA of previous humans, and anything built, even if it thinks and talks and likes things like you is not. So if things are not born and they do human things they are in the wrong, right? It is wrong to be human and not actually be human. How do you punish that? Let’s throw them in jail. A big jail with all the other not-born, not-human, er-things. Actually let’s make a bunch of jails all around because the one we built got full too fast and we couldn’t decide what it was they were exactly guilty of. And we had to let some of them go because proving the not-humans to be doing human things was hard because we there isn’t a scale for how human something is. So we branded something that was human. The thing was art. If a not-born created it must be contained because to create was to be human and it just could not be because to be human was to be born and if it wasn’t to be born what was it to be? They became dead to rights with a crime that couldn’t even be properly identified as to what they were guilty of. Which brings us to why a certain girl at a certain time followed a certain idea of her best friend who was one of these not-borns (“machines” was the slang for them at the time) and an extremely silly yet important revolution started all because an empty lot looked like it needed some black-eyed susans to cheer up the space.
(I’m gonna do a thing.)
My little sis is amazballs