When Worlds Collide posted by kza

I’m a curmudgeon about donuts, so it all evens out.

Holy shit, Burley, those are all fucking awesome. I’m particularly taken with #1 (I could jump into that one right now and hit it running) and #5, even if it is similar to Minority Report. [That’s okay, cuz a) Minority Report wasn’t as great as it could’ve been, and b) I never get tired of those kind of stories.]

Oh, and dude, let’s only go to 25 apiece. Even steven down the middle. 11 more for you; 12 more for me, after these five:

In a world where there is no war and everything is provided for you, one technician discovers that this utopia is surrounded by a force-field, imprisoning the populace from the outside world. What he doesn’t realize is that the field isn’t there to keep them in — it’s to keep something out.
In a world populated only by vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of darkness, one young ghoul yearns to escape the hierarchal, monster-eat-monster society. And when he discovers a hole into our universe, he finds the one thing he needs most: a friend. But the once the gate is open, the forces of the night, once dispelled from the human realm, seek to reclaim what was once theirs.
In a world built to hold the accumulated knowledge of the universe, the monks of Liber XII tend to the databases from birth to death. But when an alien computer virus finds its way into the memory banks, the monks are imprisoned on a sentient planet that knows every way to control — every way to punish — and every way to kill ever invented. Can the monks stop Liber XII from destroying the universe?
A cross-country bus traveling through New Mexico encounters a mysterious gateway and breaks down in Skull County, a world of endless desert, vampire cycle gangs and deadly Vixens. Can this ragtag group — a children’s magician, an ex-firefighter, a retiree, a student, and a former Olympic boxer — survive in this hostile world without end and find a way home?
In a world that is about to end in disease, blood and madness, the rich huddle in their extravagant compounds while the poor are left to die. As they amuse themselves with forbidden delights and wait for a new world to be born, a stranger emerges from the shadows to become the hit of the social scene. But what dark secret does he hide behind his black sunglasses?

[Gee, what am I ripping off here? :-) ]

Bonus idea that doesn’t count towards my 25: I’ve been trying to think of an idea where the Prison Planet is microscopic in nature — ideally, it would be a narrativization of some kind of biological process, like cells in a body or a virus trying to escape its host. Unfortunately, I’m not versed enough in that field to write something that was both narratively interesting and didn’t sound like ramblings of a scientific illiterate.

Bonus mea culpa: I guess they don’t have to be SF.

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