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โWhat a lot of people donโt appreciate these days is that as recently as the first half of the last century, what they called literature was a very, very different thing to the thing we have now. Almost no resemblance at all. Quite apart from questions of legality, health and safety and so on, there wouldnโt be any point in revisiting the vast majority of those First Era textsโbelieve me, weโve been through them with a fine-tooth comb and the functionality just isnโt there.โ
Their guide, whoโd introduced himself as Murphy, spoke as he walked and without looking back.
โWe donโt have that much source material left, obviously, but itโs evident from what we do have that neither the risks nor the potential benefits were understood. We know that literature was readily available in a multiplicity of media. Mass produced, widely consumed. That consumption, however, seems to have been left entirely to the vagaries of entertainment markets.โ
He shook his head.
โVery much an Arts thing, for them. Of the numerous commentaries that survived the Disaster, none make any reference to specific applications. Remember that Spiritualityยฎ at that time lingered on in the public sector . And there does seem to have been a connection; we know that consumers habitually sought some sort of emotional uplift from literature. Solaceยฎ, if you will. It isnโt easy for us to imagine now that Solaceยฎ would have been difficult to access elsewhere. But there you go. Markets evolve. Back then it was, as I said, very much one of the old Arts.โ
He stopped and turned and the little group of journalists formed a semi-circle around him.
โWhich is why, in the run-up to the Second Enlightenment, we see signs of disillusion. Iโm not saying that anyone had had the eureka momentโalmost certainly notโbut there were embryonic attempts to embed literature, and the Arts in general, into the wider human project. To put them to use. It can seem surprising to us now that once established, those early strategies, from product placement to search optimization, influencer content and so on, didnโt light the way sooner. Any questions?โ
No questions. He went on.
โIn fact, the mood at the time was anything but optimistic. It was as if they believed they were winding up, actuallyโbringing a defunct and ultimately fruitless human endeavor to an end. There was this increased focus on game play, social networking and other reality driven behaviors.
โPfft. They hadnโt even started. Pinpointยฎ Role Assignment changed everything. It is now universally recognized as the single most significant factor in the development of modern literature. Without it the Second Enlightenment couldnโt have happened. Weโd still be pawing through books like our forebears did, looking for some inherent value in there as opposed to identifying the countless opportunities weโve since been able to exploitโa completely untapped resource, right under our noses. Very little of what weโve accomplished economically, socially and politically would have been conceivable. Or scientificallyโremember that Pinpointยฎ can only be fully understood in the context of the discovery of Cogยฎ power.โ
There was a large touch screen on the wall behind Murphy. He swiped it till the day diary showed up and he blocked out the entry for their tour. 4am: Billy didnโt suppose many of the journalists had been up this early on a Tuesday morning before. It felt a lot like a Monday night.
โOf course, itโs a work in progress,โ said Murphy. โYou try this, you try that. Necessarily, thereโs an ad lib element in the early stages of any new field. Weโve been quite transparent about that. But believe me: every single false start has provided critical information. Know-how. Thatโs whatโs so exciting about tomorrow.โ
Someone stifled a yawn.
โWeโre no strangers to controversy,โ Murphy scowled. โThere will always be resistance to change, of course. Pockets of extremism. The recent emergence of Gilgamesh is very worrying, and you all know about the problems weโve had at the book burningsโpeople donโt like them.
โThe digital purge continues.โ He shrugged. โWeโll get there. We deeply regret every fatality, we really do, but it was incumbent upon us to ramp things up in preparation for the launch. We have a responsibility to our users. Those are some pretty fancy shoes mister.โ Murphyโs gaze had dropped to Billyโs feet. โWe are probably going to mess those up for you today.โ
He walked on. They fell into line behind him.
โIt would be premature to guarantee that weโve found the definitive application. But early signs are very, very encouraging. Youโll have to forgive us for being a little pleased with ourselves here at Gripping Tailsยฎ. No previous incarnation of Applied Litยฎ has been rolled out on this scale. Maybe we have some slips. Tony, do we have any of those plastic slips for this guyโs shoes?โ
They were at the end of a long, brightly lit corridor. Murphy stood outside a metal double door, low but wide. He looked like someone who had more to say. A tall man in a white coat pressed a pair of plastic shoe covers into Billyโs hand.
โItโs amazing,โ said Murphy, โif you stop to think about it. It is to me, anyway. Before Pinpointยฎ thereโs no way anyone could have seen it pan out like this. That something weโd all learned to think of as a historical fallacyโa heresy, evenโcould be resurrected in this way. That it would take up so useful a role in our lives. With hindsight though, from the moment the Cogยฎ drive was introduced, it was just a matter of time. Who knows what other old Arts we might resurrectโunder carefully controlled conditions, of courseโand put to work?โ
He planted his feet wide and clasped his hands.
โWeโve struggled with this thing for centuries but at long last, folks, literature finds itself fully optimized as Gripping Tailsยฎ, now the fourth largest auto-sector brand in the country and set to revolutionize road safety legislation both domestically and around the world. We even have our eyes on the colonies. I know, I knowโearly days, but we donโt do small thinking here. Mind your heads.โ
Murphy opened the door and one by one, they bowed their heads to pass beneath a cluster of cable runs, stepping out into a vast, low-ceilinged hangar. To either side of them, the outer walls were punctuated by what might have been loading docksโfloor to ceiling openings that framed the blank night. The place stretched away into a distance that couldnโt quite be made out through the machinery and personnel that occupied the floor space. Instrumentation arrays were aligned with each of the docks and operatives in orange-and-green overalls stood in huddles, nodding and tapping data onto tabs.
Billy was the first to say anything, as he bent to pull the plastic slips over his shoes. They were indeed fancyโa pair of two-tone Hennessy brogues that had cost him a hundred and forty buxโbut they were the only ones, aside from house slippers, that heโd left in his old room when heโd moved into Janeโs. And they werenโt the only problem. Passing for his usual sports jacket was the top half of the navy blue velvet suit Ma had bought him for his prom. Underneath was a frilled oyster-white shirt, originally from the same outfit. It had been six weeks now since Jane had thrown him out, staying at Vinceโs hadnโt gone well and being back at Maโs was getting old. Not least because it was out in Lakeside, which meant a ninety minute commute. Heโd gone back to Janeโs a couple of times for his clothes but she would never answer the door.
โItโs so quiet in here,โ he said. His fully buttoned overcoat and scarf were only to be removed if absolutely necessary. His hat was tilted right back and the visible hairโfine and blondโwas damp against his scalp.
Murphy smirked.
โYou think so,โ his eyes dropped to Billyโs visitor badge, โMr Stringer? You normally make a lot of noise when you read?โ
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From The Coast of Everything by Guillermo Stitch . Used with permission of the publisher, Sagging Meniscus Press. Copyright ยฉ 2026.
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