Just a quick snapshot that may or may bot be worth developing into something more.
"Simulacrum"
Another day at the office. The same day as before. Wait for the train. Ride on the train. Sit at your desk, toil. Return home. The train is delayed, you get home late. Eat dinner without tasting it, put the kids to bed without hearing them.
The next morning, another day at the office. The same day as before. Wait for the train. Ride on the train. Sit at your desk, toil. Return home. The train is on time today, but the guy sitting next to you is getting progressively drunker from paper-bags full of beer. He spills some on you, you return home in a foul mood spelling of stale brew.
The next morning. Another day at the office. The same day as before. Wait for the train. Ride on the train. Sit at your desk, toil. Return home.
The next morning. You wake up early with a plan. Your son went through a phase where he loved legos, where they were all he ever played with. You have enough to shape a man. You breath life into it. Not a lot of life; it doesn't need a lot. Just enough for another day at the office, the same day as before. To wait for the train. Ride on the train. Sit at your desk, toil. Return home.
Sometimes the legoman comes home whole, sometimes it's missing a brick or two.
Sometimes the legoman comes home whole, sometimes it's missing a brick or two.
On some days you fix it, on others you don't bother do, send it out short a piece.
The next morning. Another day.
You sleep late. Read a bit, watch TV.
Another day. It comes home. Different than you remember. Some pieces may be missing, some added. You barely notice.
Until the day it comes home, quietly, wordlessly. Spills out the erector-set and starts building a model of itself.
Until the day it comes home, quietly, wordlessly. Spills out the erector-set and starts building a model of itself.
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