help me write a book
 

an economic scifi story

what happens if the means of exchange consist of --- ?

how is this exchange organized?--

what sorts of structures does it generate in society?--

what sorts of individuals does this society generate?

don't call it "das kapital II: the reckoning"

Means of exchange: apples

Result: people have a very high tolerance to sour foods.
Result: Money (apples) rot. The ones with the best preservatives/vegetable growth hormones have an advantage.
Result: Apocalyptic wars for preservatives.

are apple farms feudal? that would turn it into some sort of fantasy shit, which i don't dig

"lord braeburn" and "the pink lady" fight it to the death, with fruit knives

somewhere in the middle, an orgy scene, with no preservatives

if yr serious....I'm seriously down.

otherwise, welcome to the competition.

oh, wait, I read what you wanted to write about, and fell asleep in 3 pages.

maybe I'll just but a copy...

No, strictly corporate. Apples corporations have taken over from traditional state governments. Apple corporations have private armies.

The Beatles Apple Records and Apple (iphone and shit) are two of the major players in this global conflict (having gone into apple growing in the later 2020s).

it was intended to be something like the write the next word of the sentence thread

don't be a killjoy & play

anyway, flotterz is out

i wasn't too crazy about the apple premise and now i don't know where to take this.

i was originally thinking of something more like "veneral diseases" or "wishes", but i wouldn't know what to do with that either.

I just don't want the shame of having to answer "aren't you that guy who wrote that crappy sci-fi book about apples?"


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what happens if the means of exchange consist of --- ? bloodcells from an endangered species

how is this exchange organized?-- weekly transfusion "deposits"

what sorts of structures does it generate in society?-- society is always based on HAVES and HAVE NOTS. the haves enjoy local farms full of dodo birds and ring-tailed lemurs. the nots lap blood from the sewers.

what sorts of individuals does this society generate? -- high power genetic brokers who in deal black market cloned hemoglobins. desperate vampiric sloth-suckers. wealthy ostrich farmers.


I hope this helps.

:)


ps: fuck apples

Try with semen since you need it in order to have a turnover of humans that will guarantee an active market and it's also a source of both pleasure and desease.

You can have this one on me:

A man (let's call him Burt) comes to a town (let's call it Badtown) on assignment to anonymously distribute something (let's say tins of kuppa fish) for a struggling fish-muncher. The antihero of the novel (let's call him Shafter McGee) is a tweenage badpat and wannabe drive-by-shooter. Burt gets a lot of stick from our antihero (let's call him Bugger Mesideways...oh wait we've already given him a name) on account of being called Burt.

Burt says "You've got a right nerve with a name like McGee". Shafter says "You've got me back to rights..." etc.

A gang war ensues.

The anonymous leader of the gang Burt belongs to is finally revealed to be none other than the fish-muncher who had previously seriously over-ordered on kuppa fish and needed the name driven gang war as a cover while he foists his tins of fish (let's call them fish tins) on a confused and scared public.

The ending of the story has a real twist in the tale because it's finally revealed that it is actually Shafter that has in fact been using fish-muncher and his fish tins as a cover for his long sought after gang war (his mother was once given a right burting by some "geezer" and he has had a violent objection to the name ever since).

The police are called and the final page sees Shafter being led off by the PCSO (it's a minor offence).

that's different ornaments in the same old christmas tree-- in other words, it's capitalism with a different commodity. i'm looking for a slightly increased mindwarp.


that's the answer trifecta & it addresses all points.

would semen communism be possible? or capitalism even, since you can't hoard it? still, there might be a commodities market-- buying & selleling semen futures-- but buy & sell with what? semen?

of course-- so everyone would be compelled to jerk of furiously in adolescence and invest it for old age when the tap has dried.

prostate cults, athleticism, the semen olympics, etc.

so what's the role of women in this society?

Post nuclear war - nearly everyone's infertile - eggs, semen and fertile men and women become much sought after - the end.

that's kinda like children of men... i think that was the title



^^THIS. CAN I HAVE THE MOVIE RIGHTS???

it would be shot in the style of gw pabst's "threepenny opera"

Yeah, you would need a gang of ghost writers.

First, the commodity does not make the economy. We must consider a basic political power dynamic in which a value can be found. I think, in contrast to our times, a good premise would be an intergalactic anarcho-communist religion would be interesting in giving a stark investigation on the birth, as it were, of an economy. Perhaps, among this religious economic quietism, a sect of technology-worshipers begin to barter data?

"When in doubt, have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand" - Raymond Chandler

yeah. how's your treatise coming?


according to marx, it's the means of production that makes the economy.

i posited the question as a "means of exchange" instead, presuming the existence of markets-- which actually are not necessary, come to think of it... you can have a "market-free" economy" instead of a "free market" one.

our economy however commodifies-- the initial question ("means of exchange") does not beg a commodity. the commodity is in our XXI century minds.


but can there be exchange without markets? i'd say yes-- look at bees-- there is an exchange of calories between the colony members but nothing i could think of as "a market".


so for you power precedes the economy? i'm more of the persuasion that it's the economy that creates political power. but one can disagree on that.


i don't understand this


a good idea-- in the intergalactic thing or in the birth of an economy? (as you can see i didn't get the above).

anyway, time for tea and key lime pie.

/end of line

Fuck, is everything Marx with you?

Excuse me if I disagree with the master, and have been confusing in my terms, but what I am saying is that we cannot formulate an fictional economy without first considering the groups in which it is involved and what those groups value.

So what I am suggesting as a premise to the fiction, which I am semi-borrowing from Dune, is a pan-galactic religion that negates the possibility of an economy because it values all creation equally. They've largely forgotten how they've gotten to such an expansive and technological state as their past is obscured in mysticism. However, this extremist sect pops up that begins to barter data. The rest of the novel investigates why.

Thus, you have a story of something like the monastic tradition of the middle ages jump to something like speculative e-commerce and see what comes of it (playing around with notions of religious radicalism, the limits (or lack) of non-material goods, etc)


Anyway, it seems like I've become incapable of responding to you without inspiring a quarrel. Just layoff the sentence-by-sentence debate, I have a head cold.

ok...so EVERYBODY...even the stinkin' hippies get free endangered animal blood (and here's the mindblowing twist) mixed with SEMEN. kind of like soylent green, but it's more like soylent red and white.

---

Bugger Mesideways, unsatisfied with his lot of reconstituted manatee and manjuice, turned the kuppa fish on the crowd, ripping them to shreds in a hail of freeze-dried sea-bullets.

"Take that, you fucking commies" Bugger cried, as he emptied the full clip into a particulary smelly pack of elderly hippies.

gah...it may have already been done. I googled Soylent Manatee and got this:

Bugger's outburst was distracted by the sudden entry of a man, dressed as a kuppa fish, holding a harpoon gun made of shells.

Humanity encounters an alien race. They're friendly. Turns out their music is better than ours.

Humanity encounters an alien race. They're friendly. Turns out they have books very similar to Harry Potter. They're better. JK Rowling stops earning money.

Humanity encounters an alien race. They're friendly. Turns out they're at least ten years ahead of us in fashion.

Humanity encounters an alien race. They're friendly. Turns out we're ten years ahead of them in fashion. They think we're really cool.

is that a proper Marxist name?


when you say outburst do you mean, his primal battle cry, the sound of the kuppa gun or was he masturbating? no. this won't do.


this is book about THE FUTURE, dammit.


do people get distracted in the future or are they all too busy planning new types of economies to notice? elaborate please.


I'm going to let that one slide.




hmmm, I hadn't thought about that before. I like it!


that is exactly what I was talking about. suddeness. like...everything happens so quickly that you have no idea what the fuck is going on!!! another good one. if you had a vagina, I'd ask for yr hand in a futuristic marriage.


this is a family friendly book. it would be rather hard to explain that one to grandma.



I choose to believe that you grouped yr words as such denoting the massive amounts of semen that are about to be spilling in the name of economy.



I hadn't considered the gay angle. yes, dresses for everyone in THE FUTURE! brilliant.



I could find five separate definitions for the word "as". which do you mean?



in my future world, there better be more than just ONE. think harder on that, please.


I'm still not entirely sure what that is....



well, I could tell that it was a fish by the smell.



so, kuppa fish are illegal. can you smoke them?



you did it again. you fucking did it AGAIN!!



that works great with the endangered species blood. there's bound to be a lot of harpooons laying about.



guns are tiny. how about we call it a "CANNON"?? yes? good. thought so. it's not like you have a choice in the matter.



in a fourth-world sweat-shop, I'm sure.



that's another tricky word. do we REALLY know what anything is OF? like....REALLY... no. we don't. next!



too much seaside imagery. maybe we call them ROCKETS instead. there's no second-guessing ROCKETS.

Economy: stamps

As different stamps become more or less popular amongst stamp collectors the value changes for each one resulting in an incredibly complicated and ever fluctuating economic situation.

My book would be far more awesome

What would it be about?

fixed.

:D <9

Less fish more biotech

Means of exchange : Genetic Code; that can be spliced into existing DNA to augment or enhance humanity. The abundance of this gene-altering substance is due to a genetic war recently ended that has left money non-existent, food scarce; and luxuries a figment of imagination. Although labs have created gene-altering substances aplenty for the war effort; with near infinite surplus.

Organization of economic exchange : Almost completely black market and non-regulated. What little government there is left is mostly concerned with keeping themselves from disappearing into the ether completely; and they have no means to regulate or stop this trade in genetic splicers. In fact; they have to deal in it as well.

Effect on Social Structure : Those with gene splicing can afford food; but most importantly they have less need of food; or can alter their biological make-up enough to depend on other sources of energy other than food. They are also faster, stronger, smarter; and more animalistic. Since the means of exchange is also the means of survival; dark ages return; and the 'rich' show it physically; like in the dark ages; the thin and weak are poor; the well-fed and strong are rich. However; with the added factor of gene splicing; the classes are basically split into human and ubermensch.

What sort of individuals? The sort who revel in trade and negotiations... The pathetic who have enough gene splicing material and the pathetic who don't. The whole of humanity is basically reduced to its original, pathetic, whimpering state; but with gene altering facets that radically change the very concept of being human. Basically the rich and those who manage to get their hands on gene splicing are aliens; while the poor are humans; remnants of a lost age...

Q: what happens if the means of exchange consist of --- ?
A: Voyeuristic pleasure in watching another cry.

Q: how is this exchange organized?--
A: The recipient of the payment (the voyeur) meets privately with the one paying them (the crier), where they can view their weeping for an agreed upon duration of time. Public tears are the equivalent of tossing money into the air.

Q: what sorts of structures does it generate in society?--
A: Structures that are German in nature. Cry booths. Sad movies that one can pay for simply by attending them. The funeral industry usurping the wedding industry. Spanish women become powerful entrepreneurs. Onions become geese that lay golden eggs, replace that Chinese cat statue that has one paw up, and constantly exponentially increase in value. All clowns are shot dead, except the sad ones or the scary ones that upset children. Bright Eyes becomes an economic power. Scrooge McDuck replaces his money bin with massive concentration camps. Women are viewed as having value. A 'Cherokee trail of tears' refers to a person's spending binge, assuming that they are of Native American origin. Littering in front of the very same redskins is profitable.

Q: what sorts of individuals does this society generate?
A: Germans eager to offer their services. Total queermos. And powerful Spanish women (which just boggles the mind. Like, a Sipowitz level of boggling.)

First bit of help: this is a shit idea for a book. Really, really shit.

Good luck!

it's a GAME you all titbrains, i think i mentioned that somewhere above, sort of inspired by lurker's book thread-- why would i waste my time asking for advice or help here? -- it's a fucking game, but no, people keep missing the point, talking as if i was *really* asking for help writing something, so why would i ask for help or advice from people who always miss the point of pretty much anything? no. it would require suicidal tendencies which i lack

see, this guy gets it:


amerikangod wins the game with "Structures that are German in nature. Cry booths". ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa. yes!

thread: locked

ALL I WANTED WAS A PEPSI.

the fish/blood/semen/schadenfreude-stained masses WILL NOT be silenced!!!

TO THE BARRICADES, ONCE MORE, O, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! TO THE BARRICADES!!!!

exactly


i know the interwebs can't die, i was just hoping for pbradders to kill the thread with philosophy

i often obscure my real intentions, here

Marx!-- or something

God, you are so fucking whiney.

Edit: Both of you.

make an entertaining contribution or GTFO

flotto is doing alright

but for you: this: