If you've found this, I just want to tell you that this isn't what you think it is. It isn't a private confessional, or a recording of triumphs, some weird brag book. It isn't a collection of memories, either. No. This is a plan for you to act on, going forward. And if you're reading this, it means that I'm dead. So hopefully, you will see where I screwed up (when you know why I died), and use that to improve the plan. Keep a copy for our younger siblings, too, with notes on where you may have messed up and where you think I did. That's what I did with our older brother's notbook, except I think he messed everything up so badly that in the end I hid it so you wouldn't be influenced by it. I lived longer than he did, out there. But I guess if you're reading this, maybe I didn't do so much better after all.


Inspiration: Thinking of notes and lists and such.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: This could be a really neat framework for a story.

The black moth super-worker was born on a dark day in the gene labs. They'd been trying for a super-soldier, because that was where the money was at, but what they wound up with instead was a creature that had an unerring instinct for paperwork, a satisfaction in a job well done, low sleep requirements, an adequate but not-troublemaking imagination, and a homing instinct fulfilled by routine and office nesting. They had the batch, it seemed to be useful, and so they sold them or manumitted them after a certain work contract, and they sent them out into the world. It didn't matter much to the black moths where they lived, so long as they could maintain their jobs. You would find them congregating in foreclosed homes, with four suits hanging in the closet, a hotwired toaster that they could steal electricity from the streetlamps for toasting hot dogs, a bed of old newspapers or phone books, and a bucket of water for washing and brushing teeth.


Inspiration: rainbow -> Black Moth Superrainbow -> the beginning of their video for "Born on a Day" (http://www.blackmothsuperrainbow.com/news.htm)
Story Potential: Low
Notes: A bit of setting/character, not interesting enough to me to be a story on its own.

The last one of her kind, she thought to herself as she edged along the precipice. She carried the death of her race in her and so she could not die. She could lose parts of her, even lose the life of this body, but the last one of her race would be reborn and come to finish what she'd started. And the last one reborn would also be the last one of her kind. So it would be, and so it would continue, until the mission was done and the future was secured. Then she might seek a way to be other than the last one of her kind, or so the records said. She tried to think about the idea of not being the One Alone, and her mind could not work its way around the edges of the idea. If she was not the One Alone, what would she be? Such thoughts were foolish fancies that she had been warned against by the --

Inspiration: "The Last Mohican"
Story Potential: Medium? Medium-high? High?
Notes: Trying to think what scenario could be so dire that the whole species couldn't be exposed to it, yet one (exceptional) individual could overcome it and make things safe for the others. Maybe that's why this is high potential--my mind is pulling at the edges of this idea to try and figure it out.