Kort historia om en framtid där människor spenderar hela sin tid i bilar

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Jag letar efter en historia där människor alltid är i sina bilar, vilka är små, individuella, och anses vara nakna när de är ute av dem.

Det är från slutet av 1960-talet eller början av 70-talet.

    
uppsättning Ellen 04.11.2011 03:15

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"Romantik i ett tjugoförsta århundrade Used-Car Lot" , en novelette av Robert F. Young ; först publicerad i The Magazine of Fantasy och Science Fiction , november 1960 a>, tillgängligt på Internetarkiv .

Arabella Grille kör hem i sin nya "klänning":

Her father stared at her through the windshield of his three-tone Cortez when she drove into the garage and parked at the supper table. "Well," he said, "it's about time you broke down and bought yourself a new dress!"

"I guess so!" said her mother, who was partial to stationwagons and wore one practically all the time. "I was beginning to think you were never going to wise up to the fact that you're living in the twenty-first century and that in the twenty-first century you've got to be seen."

Hon gör ett datum med en cad med namnet Harry Fourwheels:

About a mile past the reservation, Harry turned into a narrow road that wound among oaks and maples into a park-like clearing. Diffidently, she accompanied him, and when he parked beneath a big oak, she parked beside him. She regretted it instantly when she felt his hand touch her chassis and begin its relentless journey toward her headlights again. This time her voice was anguished: "Don't!"

"What do you mean, don't!" Harry said, and she felt the hard pressure of his chassis against hers, and the fumbling of his fingers around her headlights. She managed, somehow, to wheel out of his grasp, and find the road that led out of the clearing, but a moment later he was abreast of her, edging her toward the ditch. "Please!" she cried, but he paid no attention and moved in even closer. She felt his fender touch hers, and instinctively she shied away. Her right front wheel lost purchase, and she felt her whole chassis toppling. Her hardtop hat fell off, caromed off a rock and into a thicket. Her right front fender crumpled against a tree. Harry's wheels spun furiously and a moment later the darkness devoured the red dots of his taillights.

Hon möter Howard Highways, en trevlig ung man från "nudist" kolonin, som förklarar henne:

"Big Jim? Big Jim is an artificial entity. The automakers dreamed him up to frighten people into wearing their cars so they would buy more of them and turn them in more often, and the government co-operated because without increased car-turnover, the economy would have collapsed. It wasn't hard to do, because people had been wearing their cars unconsciously all along. The trick was to make them wear them consciously—to make them self-conscious about appearing in public places without them; ashamed, if possible. That wasn't hard to do either—though of course the size of the cars had to be cut way down, and the cars themselves had to be designed to approximate the human figure."

    
svaret ges 13.08.2013 07:50
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Den historia du letar efter är mest sannolikt kallad "Pedestrians uppror" ( text ) av David H. Keller, MD

Hoppas det här är det du pratat om.

    
svaret ges 29.11.2011 21:52