Does your zombie novel have flying cars? Mine will.
First off, fear not, this won’t hold my latest book up any longer than it’s been held up. It’s just that I have a couple of e-subscriptions to cutting-edge aviation mags (long story) and believe me, there are some serious people paying serious attention to the problem of our shameful lack of flying cars in this 21st century. Don’t get too excited, though, unless you’ve the got the kind of jack and juice a CEO or a hedge-fund manager would have, the kind that “needs” to go directly from the company rooftop to the company jet at the airport without dealing with the common traffic below.
Anyway, I saw this photo and realized, “Hey, Derek and his peeps will be in one of the Redoubts where all the billionaires and almost-billionaires retreated to when the dead arose to eat the flesh of the not so well connected. The elite of these elite will have flying cars, because why not?” [grinning most Grinchily] “Now, what kind of action set-piece can I write involving flying cars and vast hordes of flesh-eating re-animated dead?”
I’m already employing other science-fictiony elements that are actual devices that have yet to come into wide use, but would already be perfected and enjoyed among the kind of people for whom the apocalypse is an inconvenience at worst. I just got another toy for my trippy little toybox. THE WRONG KIND OF DEAD is going to be so sick, in both conventional and colloquial uses of the word.
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