Same. I once wrote about what it would be like in the future where humanity placed their differences aside and explored the stars. They encountered new worlds and new alien civilisations. They boldly went to places where no one went before.
To my suprised this copy cat named Gene or whatever copied all my work 60 years ago and died without even apologizing. The nerve of some people.
Jesus. This is so much bigger than I had thought. People enchanting the spirits so that they can preemptively take credit for and profit from our work is a serious issue. We should form an action group. We could call ourselves People Against Dead Poets Society.
Can we also add inventions? As a child, I independently came up with the idea of those little sun visor extenders to cover the part of the windshield that’s inexplicably not covered by the regular sun visor. Imagine my horror, years later, to find that some douchebag had stolen the idea way back in the 60’s or 70’s before I was even born.
Is that one of those really long depressing novels about alcoholic Russians hurting each other by a combination of being overally concerned with face saving and the need to be performative?
Same. I once wrote about what it would be like in the future where humanity placed their differences aside and explored the stars. They encountered new worlds and new alien civilisations. They boldly went to places where no one went before.
To my suprised this copy cat named Gene or whatever copied all my work 60 years ago and died without even apologizing. The nerve of some people.
Jesus. This is so much bigger than I had thought. People enchanting the spirits so that they can preemptively take credit for and profit from our work is a serious issue. We should form an action group. We could call ourselves People Against Dead Poets Society.
Can we also add inventions? As a child, I independently came up with the idea of those little sun visor extenders to cover the part of the windshield that’s inexplicably not covered by the regular sun visor. Imagine my horror, years later, to find that some douchebag had stolen the idea way back in the 60’s or 70’s before I was even born.
I just wrote The Brothers Karamazov, has anyone else done that one, yet?
Is that one of those really long depressing novels about alcoholic Russians hurting each other by a combination of being overally concerned with face saving and the need to be performative?