Spellchecker: Novel edition.

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine]

 

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Ah dear friends, serendipitous is our meeting, here on this leaky skiff of collaborative fiction. We meet this fine eventide at the confluence of two disparate streams. One, the stream of consciousness, the willful, mercurial flow of that hidden wellspring of creativity, see how its turbid waters join with the ordered quiescent flow of the dammed and controlled flow of technologically enhanced exposition

Fortuitous is our path, using both our keen wits and our AI enhanced spellcheckers, let us sally forth into this bold new realm of experimental writing, part man, part machine, and part divine inspiration. Feel free to write whatever you feel like in continuation of the story, but check your spellchecker often for possibly inspired forays into the unexpected.

Anything that is not part of the story should be entered in quotes. Also, if this really takes off and the story gets good, I'll be adding some illustrations for the choicest bits of the story, any other sharder who feels like adding artwork go for it. Since this is a generative, experimental, collaborative process feel free to add artwork about whatever you feel like. My spellchecker and I will get story started.

Also be sure and make note of any new characters introduced, and I will try to update the OP with the full character list.

NEW CHARACTER: Dim-witted

It was the best offensive against all of those folks on our national guard, here at the center of the Terran league world war zone.

Dim-witted was the only person that had heard the cognitive response from the man seeking a little weird idea about his own personal identity, right before being released from his own life - stuck in a relationship with a woman who died when he became the first victim of empathy enhanced reality television.

Looking on from the video cubesats with the link above the cognitive system, Dim-witted adjusted his brain function with low levels of empty static between the three different stages of brain activity recognition programs. From his perspective he had been sleeping in his car driving around town for years because he felt like he was doing something wrong but different than his father, something that was never meant to get him out of his own mindset.

But something was wrong, something was terribly wrong with the people who died in the cognitive crisis that had gone on for centuries before the war began.

[+Doomstick]

They were not able to make a good decision, a result of some major magical adventures...

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine]

The company experts told everyone that the cognitive crisis was nothing new, that their erstwhile magical adventures had merely hindered their ability to decide what dose of reality serum they'd have to use to make the world snap out of the collective delusion.

Dim-witted's attention began to falter as he let the cacophonous cognitive data streams he was monitoring flow from his mindset over his frontal cortex. Why had the company tried to make it worse? Was their effort just a botched job, or was their something more sinister behind their response to the crisis?