I'm thinking about ...

Story ideas.  They're really kind of ...

Crazy.  Disjointed.  In that sort of place of your mind where anything and everything can happen, anywhere at all.  But at the same time, story ideas that pop into my head have reason.  They have source.  For example, I will watch

One morning, and read

(And hate on

because god, it was a horrible adaptation.  Why am I doing all of this in the morning?  I don't know.)

And my brain will be full of stuff about zombies.  And then, I'll read

and listen to

And then I will think, "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if ..."  

Let's be honest here.  It would be cool.  So, in this universe, what would happen?  Who would be our protagonist?  What would our problem be?  Would it be like

Fighting

on 

?

Or would it be like 

and 

at the same time and

would have to save them all?

I'll go with the first one.  Vocaloids, they sing, right?  Well, what if, they're like they are in their own world, they're robots produced to sing, and then, because they're fully functional androids, they get drafted into the militia to fight the zombie virus that's sweeping the galaxy.  So these vocaloids don't want to fight, all they want to do is sing, but the galaxy is at stake.  The zombies--let's make them traditional zombies, that spread through infected ship hulls--are everywhere.  But the vocaloids are androids, so they're immune.  And so they're put into a special task force that extricates people from planets all around.  No, they'd be part of a shock force.  An army.  An army of re-purposed androids to liberate the planet under quarantine.  

Now, let's twist it.  They're re purposed androids of all kinds.  Burger flippers, schoolteachers, vocaloids, all of them form the core of the army.  They've been drafted because the galaxy is in peril.  There is no economy.  All of the major cities on all of the major planets have been infected.  Only one little moon is left for humans to make their stand on. 

So our main character is a vocaloid, yes.  But she has comrades that are of all types.  They don't want to do this job at first.  They do it so that they won't get scrapped, because they have no other use in a war-time economy.  They're reluctant, zombie-immune soldiers that are tasked with the assistance of the main human liberation force.  All they want to do is survive.  

Our character.  Let's call her Rain.  What happens to keep her from her goal of survival?  

She gets trapped.  She makes a dead drop, into a backwoods part of the planet--an old prison, occupied by a motley crew of distrustful survivors.  At first, they want to kill her.  When they realize she is an android, they want to scrap her.  

She fights them.  She beats them to a stalemate.  The zombies push on the outside.  They're coming.  In the distance, the liberation is happening.  

But oh no.  The liberation fails.  The humans are wiped out.  In an act of desperation, the commander of the orbital fleet commands the destruction of the entire world.  All of its cities will be glassed.  He sends the message out on a universal channel that Rain picks up.  

Loud and clear.  Right where the survivors can hear her.  

There is a spaceport one hundred miles away, through most of the downtown city.  The bombardment will start at sundown.  At sunrise, it will reach them.  They are running out of time.  Rain is their only hope.  They have a million zombies of an infected city between them, and life.  

Shit is going to go down.

Afterthought:  this is a pretty cool idea.  If someone doesn't write it out soon, I will.  It goes on the rack.

And that, is how I come up with stories.  Pretty crazy, huh?