Country Lane The road runs from your home, to the north, toward the village Pub, to the west. That sentence isn't one I recognise.
Time passes... Ford and Prosser stop talking and approach you. Ford says that Prosser has agreed to lie in your place so that the two of you can go off to the Pub. Reluctantly, Prosser steps forward and lies down in front of the bulldozer. You stand up. [Yeah, and that's how. I keep posting a link to the manual, so maybe you should take a look. It provides a list of commands that you can use as well as some verbs that'll be accepted.]
I guess, but... [Changed to >Ask Ford about home] A long silence tells you that Ford Prefect isn't interested in talking about your home. Ford seems oblivious to your trouble, so you ask "Ford, what about my home?" He looks startled, then guilty. He starts to say something and stops. He starts to say something else and stops. Suddenly he seems to see the bulldozer for the first time, stops starting to say things and starts. He seems to come to a momentous decision, says he has something of Earth-shattering importance to tell you, and stresses the importance of a quick drink at the Horse 'n Groom. Pointing toward Prosser, you exclaim "But that man wants to knock my house down!" Ford goes off for a quiet word with Prosser. From where you're lying, you cannot hear what's happening, although they seem deeply engrossed in conversation.
Why do you posts always look like you made them on drugs?
Ok.
[Changed to >Say to Ford "What about my house?" because of syntax.] "It's not a house, it's a home." (Footnote 2) Ford glances uncomfortably at the sky. He offers you the towel again. [Added command >Footnote 2.] Bob Dylan, 1969.
Because this way the bench can be virtually anywhere, any shape, and any size while keeping the sidewalk uncluttered while it's not in use. Basically but not exactly. Imagine a touchscreen that can change between bumpy and smooth.
This sentence isn't one I recognize.
Picture what looks like a normal city. There's people everywhere hustling and bustling to get to and from work, kids playing catch with their moms and dads in what apparently qualifies as a park these days, and all the other usual city stuff. Take a closer look at the sidewalks, though. They're all covered in strange icon that look like swirling arrows or other things that don't seem to mean anything. Zoom in anywhere on the sidewalk and notice the person there, seeming to trace some kind of shape on the ground. First he traces a large rectangle, about as "street-long" as he is tall and about two feet into the sidewalk. Now he traces three circles roughly inside the space where he traced the rectangle and space equally apart. Nobody pays him any mind, obviously because he's crazy. He stomps the ground, again inside the imaginary rectangle, three times. By this point two people have stopped to watch him. Without warning a bench shaped object rises out of the ground, which the man and two bystanders sit down on begin chatting. Now, find one of those strange arrow icons. There's a person there who seems to have just finished his soda. He swipes his foot in a circle right on top of it, causing a trash receptacle to rise out of the ground. He tosses his can in, double taps the ground with his foot, and the receptacle vanishes into the ground. I think by now you've got the idea. What I'm imagining here is a city where the ground acts similarly to a touch pad, reacting to gestures performed by swiping and tracing it with your foot. These gestures can accomplish anything from making impromptu furniture to revealing trash cans hidden in the ground to building walls to escape muggings and other such things. Police may have an augmented version of this that overrides other people's gestures, obviously to aid in law enforcement. The main problem is that I have no idea what to do with this setting. I know it has potential, but I feel like it needs a unique story to go with it.
