Great science fiction novel from AD 1956. “The Stars My Destination” by Alfred Bester. Still a fantastic adventure story.
One of the vices of the future is having diseases. Perverted ‘disease birds’ pay to have pseudo-measles and spend some time laying in bed being tended to by hookers dressed as nurses.
It’s not in the actual book, but I’m sure some of these folks would claim to be serious reenactors.
Great science fiction novel from AD 1956. “The Stars My Destination” by Alfred Bester. Still a fantastic adventure story.
One of the vices of the future is having diseases. Perverted ‘disease birds’ pay to have pseudo-measles and spend some time laying in bed being tended to by hookers dressed as nurses.
It’s not in the actual book, but I’m sure some of these folks would claim to be serious reenactors.
Heh there’s a bit like that in the Culture too. A whole ship fashionably gets the cold because they were bored.
IIRC I’m reasonably sure they all immediately regretted it.
If you don’t want to lose any little hope you may have in humanity, do not look up “bug chasers”
“Heroin chic” has been a thing for decades, and before that people tried to look consumptive.
Nothing new under the sun.
There were probably emo kids in Egypt who carried asps after Cleopatra killed herself.
Sure, but there’s a difference between trying to look strung out for a fashion statement, and literally trying to get AIDS because it’s your kink.