THIS STORY STILL REFUSES TO STOP SUCKING.
It is cute. It is amusing.
And that's all it is. There's no there there. The core question of "who is this character and what does he want" cannot be answered flippantly by "He's a genius pharma researcher who doesn't want to be murdered by robot bunnies."
Well, I mean. It can, but that doesn't make for a very satisfying story. There's a nugget of... something, here. But I can't seem to winkle it out, and nothing anyone's said to me about it (at least not yet) has hit the core of how to fix the issue.
The last Alex story finally came together when I figured out that it was about his relationship with his wife rather than about the flying weasel and the birth control. In this one, the robobunny accuses him of being "the savior of mankind" before attempting to kill him. And I wonder if maybe he should embrace that role, or I should enlarge on that theme a little. Alex doesn't see himself as a savior, but the dude cures damn cancer for a living, you know?
I have three days before it's due. Theoretically, I should be able to beat it into shape before then.
But, man, I just... don't know. The solution to the problem is elusive.
And that's all it is. There's no there there. The core question of "who is this character and what does he want" cannot be answered flippantly by "He's a genius pharma researcher who doesn't want to be murdered by robot bunnies."
Well, I mean. It can, but that doesn't make for a very satisfying story. There's a nugget of... something, here. But I can't seem to winkle it out, and nothing anyone's said to me about it (at least not yet) has hit the core of how to fix the issue.
The last Alex story finally came together when I figured out that it was about his relationship with his wife rather than about the flying weasel and the birth control. In this one, the robobunny accuses him of being "the savior of mankind" before attempting to kill him. And I wonder if maybe he should embrace that role, or I should enlarge on that theme a little. Alex doesn't see himself as a savior, but the dude cures damn cancer for a living, you know?
I have three days before it's due. Theoretically, I should be able to beat it into shape before then.
But, man, I just... don't know. The solution to the problem is elusive.