I Am Reborn and Pick up Trash in Space
by Wang Xiaodou
About This Novel
117 years later, in 2136, the future world of the 22nd century is energy scarce and resources are tight. There is a big city divided into seventeen districts, but I was reborn into a robot dog developed by a child in the poorest district, the seventeenth district. Is it fate or coincidence? What kind of collision will happen when the consciousness of humans and dogs are mixed? And what will be my mission after rebirth? Everything starts again in this future world...
What Readers Think
Rating
Community(0)
Official(3)Scraped 21d ago
first person
The first person of all evil... Goodbye
Modify it
Let me change it to the protagonist's name. Otherwise no one will read your book. I read it and the content is good. It fits some people now. But first person. No one likes
To be honest, if you write a science fiction novel in the first person, the book will be useless. After all, this is a novel, not an autobiography. If you want to write a novel, you must use the third person. If not, then just pretend that I didn't say it.
Rating
Community(0)
Official(3)Scraped 21d ago
first person
The first person of all evil... Goodbye
Modify it
Let me change it to the protagonist's name. Otherwise no one will read your book. I read it and the content is good. It fits some people now. But first person. No one likes
To be honest, if you write a science fiction novel in the first person, the book will be useless. After all, this is a novel, not an autobiography. If you want to write a novel, you must use the third person. If not, then just pretend that I didn't say it.
You Might Also Like
The Strongest Monkey King
Wandering Black Cat
Reborn Female General
Qianshan Tea Guest
Everyone is Turning to Motorcycles, I Will Buy a Heavy Truck in Advance
A Foolish Thought
Starting from the Red Moon
Montenegro Old Ghost
Space Professional Player
I Eat Tomatoes
The Autobiography I Wrote Cannot Be a Tragedy
Evergreen In The Sky
Spiritual Realm Walker
Newspaper Boy
Base 7
Clean And Traceless
Deep Sea Embers
Far Pupil
Devouring the Starry Sky
I Eat Tomatoes