Frustrations of a Writer

“All the good ideas have been taken!” Samuel cried out in slightly exaggerated frustration. “Trucks come to life and kill humanity, computers become sentient and kill humanity, a guy goes in for surgery—turns out he was secretly a robot and he didn’t know it . . . then he kills humanity.”

“You’re really stuck on this ‘killing humanity’ vibe,” Paula said.

“It’s just that I can’t think of any stories to write that haven’t already been written,” Samuel slumped into his chair. “It makes me so mad I just want to . . . want to . . .”

“Kill humanity?”

“No . . . Yes!”