Robots, The Four John's and The Imagination Revoloution.

I was considering starting my secondary "Maladapted Automaton" myspace page, where I would post blogs from the point of view and badly drawn pictures of an angry, inept Robot who lives in our society, but it's late and I'm tired and no longer feeling the urge to do much in the way of creativity.

I have the original story all planned out, though....in January of the year 3009, a child genius who doesn't have a lot of money uses the family time travel device to travel back to 1996, where he builds a robot toy out of stuff he finds at an old flea market.  Then, in his own time, P.Diddy begins his massive attack to take over the planet.  Since the boy has grown into a young man and has become "The last music critic", he tries to fight back and, after speaking to the ghost of Elvis Presley, realises he must go back in time and gather "The Four Johns" to start "The Imagination Revoloution"- a force that will end P.Diddy's reign of terror and usher in a new  utopian era for all humans.  However, P.Diddy's forces shoot him before he can do it, so he quickly reprograms his old dusty toy robot and sends it back in time to do it instead.

The Automaton then goes gathering John Lennon, Johnny Cash, Johnny Rotten and Elton John from various points in history and bring them to the future.  He manages to send them all, but not after Sid Vicious decides to see what happens when he pours beer on the automaton's head, causing a malfunction.  The Four Johns travel into the future, however as The Automaton malfunctions he becomes displaced and ends up in November of 2008.  He then wanders around trying to get his bearings when some rednecks, thinking him the invention of Barack Obama-supporting communists designed to spy on them and take away their guns and religion, hit him in the head with a bat.  Badly damaged, he ends up collapsing in a junkeap where a geeky college kid takes him home and repairs him.  However, his roommates decide he'd make a really cool bong, and do various drugs through him.

Repaired and fully functional, yet badly damaged due to his experiences, The Autmaton has gone from a friendly servitor of man to a full on, humanity hating, hate-fueled engine of destruction.  However, with no natural weapons or skills, he has no way to expressing himself.  So he is forced to take shelter in a crappy apartment with a character I haven't invented yet(maybe a disgraced celebrity) and makes a Myspace page which he believes will slowly allow him the neccesary footholes to destroy humanity and create a world where Robots rule.  He begins this by writing blogs about the things he experiences, like love, friendship, wal-mart, fast food and politics. 

I'm eventually going to start work on it- perhaps that's what I'll do over the weekend is do the badly drawn crayon art.  You can see the original prototype at http://www.myspace.com/maladaptedautomaton if you'd like to contribute artwork...the crappier the better.  I plan on putting together a bunch of "Thanks for the add" stuff for him to get, too.  So, eventually Maladapted Automaton 2.0 will come into exsistence, and will try to add you all on Myspace.

Originally I was thinking about crafting the ridiculous story of "The Imagination Revoloution" until I started thinking of The Automaton and realised the story of gathering The Four Johns was the perfect surrealistic fiction way of introducing a robot to our time, especially one made of junk parts by a super-intelligent Five year old.  But I've been thinking of that random, bizarre concept of John Lennon, Johnny Cash, Johnny Rotten and Elton John doing battle in the future with a dystopian society(P.Diddy is only involved because I hate P.Diddy, except he owns half the world....so he'll own the whole thing.  I need to think of a funny enforcer to to be the one who kills The Automaton's creator...who in the rap industry is a pure sheep?  Besides, y'know, everyone on Shady Aftermath Records....ba-zing.) for years....might as well finally make use of it.  It originally came to me as a weird, Warren Ellis/Grant Morrison kind of idea for a game I had been running when I was a teenager- the guys were playing characters who had been gathered by Mercury, Roman Messegner God who had a time and space traversing Bus, to save all of exsistence from evil powers, and one of the games was going to be them gathering those four to send into the future to start a revoloution.  Other games were going to involve a team-up with King Arthur, a journey into the dreamlands of Lovecraft, doing battle with The Titans of Myth with only the help of the last Hundred-Handed Giant, and stopping Eva Braun, wife of Hitler and secret mind-controlling sorceress(see, it was her behind Hitler the whole time), from finally carrying out her master plan to unleash German scientist created monstrosity The Aryan on the world to pave the way for her to rule all.  I think they got through the first game.  That's it.

I've been going through all my old notes, since I had had the foresight to email myself the pages of notes to Hotmail, making it accessible from any computer.  I recently saved it to the harddrive of the laptop and spent some time skimming certain ideas.  Everytime I do, though, I want to cry because I'm not working on any of this stuff.  I have so many ideas with pages and pages of notes and I'm not doing anything creative.  It's what's making me want to do The Automaton again- at least I'd be doing something a bit more creative with my blogs.  At least it would be fiction. 

The notes are interesting to go through, though....not all of the ideas are good or original, but there are peices of solid ideas scattered throughout all of them, particularly that one damned adult-oriented "people from our world visit a weird fantasy realm that's gone wrong" series I've been dreaming of(literally) since Seventh grade.  You would not believe the notes I have on this thing, from original ideas and characters concepts down to simple dream notes that are incredibly involved and bring so much to it....but I'm slightly afraid of genre work right now.  I think I struggle with the concept of wanting to be a Hemingway type of guy while having tons of ideas that are more genre based.  I have some really good "straight fiction" stuff I could write, of course, but those ideas don't always speak to me.

I dunno, I need to pick an idea and run with it.  Hopefully The Automaton will come into exsistence and get me started writing something creative, and I'll be able to parlay it into full-on writing sessions.  I need to start writing at home, but I find it hard because I don't live alone right now.  Of course, I should start writing here, too...but often times when I get here I don't feel much like writing anything really important because this place takes all joy from my heart like some sort of Parasitic agent from another planet.

But I've been called "a writer" by a lot of people lately and have realised that I'm really not...I haven't been writing anything besides this blog.  So...on top of everything else I'm in the process of changing and figuring out, I need to get this writing thing taken care of.  Maybe soon I'll have something to show for it.

I wonder if tomorrow is the day I'm forced to quit smoking, too.  It very well might be my first day without Soda.  I have to cash my check and use the few dollars I can keep from it(rent is due Friday) to buy some food stuffs to keep myself alive for the next couple of days.  And before you all panic, I'll have enough.  Anyway, I have a friend I can call if I'm starving who said he'd help me in lieu of buying himself more toys.....he said it, like, seventeen times when drunk.  So...I'm taken care of.  Then, a week from this coming Friday I'll actually get paid and have some money, and I can cancel my Bank of America account and start saving better cash.

That reminds me, that Saturday I'm supposed to hit Boston....I need to drop some people some messages to find out what's what with that....

Well, that's it for tonight for my random free-associating.  Maybe tomorrow will be something better.  Let's hope, yeah?