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Time to Save -- Eeyore Chapter Two
17:04 Feb 28 2013
Times Read: 755

"Well," Michaels opened with, slapping the Brigadier's back, "Here we are..."





Chapter Two





The doors opened and, Michaels beamed as he extended his right arm, to illustrate the cavernous warehouse on the other side: "Well there you go Brigadier, that's where your monies gone..."



Before them was a huge cavern, hewn into the rock. At the centre was a ramp, which went up and up and seemingly into the darkness at the cavern roof. At the base of the ramp there was a craft, but unlike any starship the Brigadier had seen, thus far in his career, of thirty-five years.



“Your money was well spent” The professor told his superior, slapping him on the back of his right shoulder, as he grinned,



The Brigadier was stupefied and, thus rendered momentarily speechless.



It did not look like money had been well-spent, to him; not at all.



The craft itself was comparatively small, for a starship and, had wings, a tail and, a cockpit at it’s front. There was a long body to it, with several portholes. It was mainly white, with bands of red, round it’s fuselage and wings, which had three each.



A bank of computers stood at the bottom of the ramp and directly in front of Lian Michael, who strode proudly toward his creation,



“I call it the Excel, as we will…” he told the Brigadier, “but the boys have a different name for it, as you can see!” So saying, he pointed toward the name painted in script, just under the cockpit, that proclaimed the ship, ‘Save Eeyore.’



The brigadier was almost incandessant with rage and, with tight-lips and red cheeks, he quietly asked, “And how are you supposed to carry mankind to safety, in that!?”



Michaels turned to fave the Brigadier, no longer jovial, at all.



“Brigadier…” he began, “I fear you missed the point…”



He stalked toward the controls his hands clasped behind his back, a determined tool on his face, “I recall what I said. I told you I built a craft that would save mankind and, so I did…”



Reaching the console nearest to him, he pulled a lever, then pressed a button, then turned his face toward the doorway, where the Brigadier stood transfixed, as multi-coloured vortex appeared in the dark of the caven, where the ramp ended.



“I built a craft that will travel from this universe to another, carrying genetic seed samples of every species and, one clone-unit and a terra-forming device, that will transform a dead world, into the New Eden…” He looked momentarily exultant.



And, the Brigadier’s mouth opened, yet he knew not what to say. Finally he asked the question that had been burning away, for several minutes, “Why is it called ‘Save Eeyore.’



Michaels grinned. He knew the answer and, it amused even him.



“One of my students, is the Captain Brigadier Stewart… he’s also a Disney fan and…” Michael’s pressed the button an then reversed his action with the lever and, the vortex dissipated, then became part of the blackness once more: “And, he calls himself The Saviour…”





Chapter Three





“The Saviour, Save Eeyore… Do you get it? Well I did not. Not until one of my other students pointed it out, a week after I’d noticed it…” He smiled wamly at the Brigadier, at his own admission of prior ignorance. “Though I’ll concede,” he added, “I do appreciate my son’s humour…”

Time to Save -- Eeyore
00:52 Feb 26 2013
Times Read: 762

Chapter One





Six months after the launch of Ark 2 all communications with the starship had been lost and, Man's last gasp at survival seemed doomed. Yet, deep beneath a National Monument in Amesbury in England, a tall man in a dark blue suit stalked well-lit concrete corridors, with contingency plans for such an event.



Beside him, a man in uniform matched him step for step.



"I'm telling you Brigadier..." the man in the blue-suit began, "we're almost ready to go..."



Surprise registered on the military man's face, "Are you sure Michaels?" I mean, the technology is untested and, there's..."



He hesitated before stating the obvious, "So much at stake."



Professor Liam Michaels snorted -- 'it was stating the obvious!"



Having a reputation as a problem-solver, Professor Liam Michaels had been assigned the task of researching stasis fields and, their possible use for an astronaut during deep space travel, as an alternative to deep hibernation.



Utilising a great deal of money and, a small team of scientists, he had developed an answer to the many varied problems associated with hibernation, like accidentally waking; hibernation unit malfunctioning, or human error. And, it dispensed with it in a manner that was highly innovative.



Yet, the Brigadier had been the one to sell the idea to. And, after a demonstration of the system, using a mini-sub, the polluted dead sea's and, a mutated shark, the fello had bought into Michael's plan. In essence, his idea had been to put a stasis field around a starship.



Having seen what he had on the depths of the Marianas Trench, the Brigadier believed in the sytem, as shown; and the money-flow had begun.



"Well," Michaels opened with, slapping the Brigadier's back, "Here we are..."





Chapter Two





The doors opened and, Michaels beamed as he extended his right arm, to illustrate the cavernous warehouse on the other side: "Well there you go Brigadier, that's where your monies gone..."

Aiden Flint – The First Apostle
14:27 Feb 19 2013
Times Read: 773




Almost two earth standard miles long, the large silver tube of metal rose quite majestically into the sky. The ship carried the DNA of man and, his planets many forms of Life, yet had one crew member.



Mainly run on automatic, the ship did have certain functions that needed to be carried out by a human. So the ancillary crew of the Ark 2 lay in stasis, each man or woman a volunteer, whose family would be well catered for, as the Earth’s final days finally came to pass.



Aiden Flint was the ships first crew member: a small wiry man, who sported pebble-lens glasses and wore his black thinning hair slick back. The coverall he’d been given to wear was standard issue on the fellow. But, such inconvenience meant little to Aiden Flint to Aiden Flint: his Mother would live out her last years in comfort, while he rode the stars, as the first of the Arks crew.



‘The Apostles’, the media had called them – spinning the yarn that these brave men and women would take the seed of Man to the stars, to begin Mankind anew, far from his old home. That much was true.



Yet, Aiden was quite unaware there was a subplot ro the media story – one that he was unaware of. And, at that particular moment, even if Aiden was aware, he might not have been concerned.



For at that very moment the man’s mind was distracted; as he stared transfixed at the vertical hibernation unit, it’s glass frosted over, just one of the hundred and forty four, that lined the walls of the storage unit on level minus thirty, of the many layered colony ship, that soared toward the edge of the Milky Way and, beyond.



And, as Aiden sighed, he wiped at the frosted glass and he recalled how beautiful Meryn Thorn was – having seen her, that first day of induction. ‘Granted, a woman such as her would never look at me…’ he mused wistfully. But, here she was, the fourth to be revived, long after he died and, staring into her frozen sightless eyes, the hint of a smile touched the corners of two small mans lips.



‘Yes,’ he mused, ‘it is true, normally she would not look at me. But here, now… I can look at her.’ In cryo-stasis, the sleeper wore nothing and, Aiden Flint found Meryn Thorn most pleasing to look at, admire – ‘…and, perhaps touch?’ He mused.

Last day as a boy, first day as a Man ~ Complete
23:57 Feb 05 2013
Times Read: 783

Last day as a boy, first day as a Man





Chapter One





Tobias Twenty-Four arose with a head that hurt and, a dry swollen tongue that filled his mouth, or seemed to.



Every second could be his last, this Last Day, his Sixteenth Birthday; but the day was here and to be faced, as best he could.



He sat up and said “Lights”, and suddenly the room was suffused with dim yellow light, from side panels in the walls and ceiling.



There was some flickering, ‘but,’ he mused, ‘that’s to be expected.’ No-one had ever expected that generations on, men, women, even families would still be living there; but, there they were.



Winter had fallen, as did man’s vaunted technologies. But, there had been some people who had survived and thrived. Deep underground, in bunkers left over from the Cold War of the Nineteen Fifties of the Twentieth Century.



‘Time to rise,’ Tobias told himself, easing out of his cot and he stood, looking at his naked self; blonde hair, blue-eyes and toned, Tobias was as ready as he could be. ‘Last day as a boy, first day as a Man,’ his friends had toasted him, clinking their tin cups together, filled with the illicit Hooch, that the council so disapproved of openly; while enjoying imbibing of the brew themselves, covertly.



And, many knew their secret; yet, ‘appearances had to be kept,’ his Mother had explained, fastening his tie, just the previous night, shortly before the council had anointed him, touching his forehead with drops of the sacred water.



Now Tobias made his way from his room, down the corridor, the lights coming on as he approached. He made his way to the gym. Although it was his Last Day and, he might soon be one of the living-dead, due to die early; Tobias knew he had a job to do. The people, his people, needed provisions; so today he would be a man and, provide for the people and, he had to be fit, so that the sickness would not take him too soon. After all, he had to help ensure the people had a future...



So Tobias used the gym equipment, pushing his muscles, pushing himself, to the utmost, recalling that he was only one of a line of young men who had given their lives like this. But, someone needed to provide for the people and, Now he was a Man and it was his job, to go out and forage, as the other’s had done before him.



“And maybe, just maybe, I’ll see twenty-one,” Tobias mused, his body glistening with sweat, as he looked to the mirror in the power-air shower.



Running his hands over his skin as the hot air dried his body, Tobias sighed, “New Day, Last Day? Was it all the same?”





Chapter Two



My Little Mother had placed her hands on my cheeks as I knelt before her, left knee to the floor and, she kissed me on the forehead.



Standing, I turned and walked toward the sanctuary sirlock door, already outfitted out for the outside, with weaponry aplenty and, as many supplies as the people could manage, for me.



Turning the large wheel, I look back as it swings open, tears welling up in my eyes and clouding my vision, as I look back with eyes misted over.



Entering the airlock, I look to my Mother and I attempt a smile. It’s difficult to do so, but I manage it and, I feel warmed a little by the fact that she returns it, albeit briefly.



And, I close the heavy door, then turn the handle, to lock the seal, then I turn toward the other door, the one leading to the outside world and, my task ahead.



I was sixteen and, now it was time to act as a man and, provide for my family and, my people. This thought propels me onward, to my destiny; as I cross the airlock and grasp hold of the wheel-lock and turn, hesitantly at first.



I know that I will be met, outside; by someone who will help me to adapt to my new harsh environment and, I think it will be Abraham twenty-four, the last to leave, before me. ‘And soon, I will find out.’ I remind myself, as the large circular wide metal door opens for me.



And, the gap widens and I step into the unknown, the first thing that strikes me is how blue the sky seems. The second is that the atmosphere is cleaner than I’d envisaged, crisp maybe, but clean-smelling, which I had not expected.



Nor did I expect a blow to the back of my head, or a pad of chloroform held over my mouth and nose; then as I fall to my knees and, the world turns black, I can hear the heavy door close, behind me…





Chapter Three





Tobias awoke hearing a chattering of voice, some of which he recognized. He opened his eyes and sat up, very aware of a tingling at the top of his nasal passages.



He slowly sat, rubbing the holding the back of his head and opened his eyes, to see several blurred faces peering closely toward him.



One of the faces at the centre of the group spoke and, Tobia recognized the voice.

“Sorry ‘bout that newie. I did tell them that you didn’t need the whack on the noggin and the chloroform an all… You might just call that overkill on their behalf…”

“Is that you Abraham?” Tobias asked, groping outward.



“Yes little man,” Abraham assured the confused teenager, “And, you’re in our camp.”



His vision clearing, Tobias sat up, supporting himself on his hands, behind his back, as he looked around, at The Scavengers, none of whom looked as he had expected they might.



They were grouped around him and, Tobias looked at their faces. All three nearest to him were dressed in buckskins, were topless, with tribal markings on their faces.



Tobias looked up at the blue-sky, then back to Abraham, who smiled: “The winter ended years ago… which I learnt just last year, when I woke up, just like you…”



Abraham was crouched directly before Tobia, who glanced around himself with wild eyes, as he appreciated his environment and, who else had joined them.



He was sitting in the middle of an encampment, tents surrounding them and approaching them quickly were a small group of brunettes their scant clothing covering little of their nubile bodies.



The girls were squealing and giggling, arms wildly flailing, as they ran toward Tobias and the others. Tobias looked to Abraham, frowning.



“They’re a cheerful people,” Abraham told him, “but, they can’t talk and, they have no men… ‘cept us…”



A laughing brunette knelt by Tobias, bringing a gourd to his lips, her cleavage before his eyes, as she swung before his eyes, barely restrained by the leather top she wore.



He sipped at the cool water, eyes glazing over somewhat.



Finally Tobias looked to Abraham and with real confusion, he asked, “The water’s beautiful… erm, I mean… it’s cool and clean…”



Abraham sat back; laughing, holding his sides, “Goddamn, newbie is right…”



“So tell me Abraham, why do our people think the land is bad? Why do you leave food in the airlock, for the people?”



“Look around,” Abraham gestured, with a sweep of his right arm around the camp.

“We have everything we need here. So what need do we have for families, or even responsibilities. All we have now, is a life of ease…



“But the sickness, the deaths?” Tobias quizzed.



Again Abraham gestured at the camp, “Once in a while one of these young lovelies takes one of us as a mate and, they move away… an, the idea of the sickness is what keeps the people from wanting to join us…



Stupefied, Tobias stared wide-eyes at the brunette to his right, who knelt to his side, now offering him morsels of cooked meat from a small wood bowl. When he didn’t take up her offer immediately, the young woman made as she were eating, then pointed to him



“You’d better eat up newbie… she insists…” Abraham told Tobias, smiling.



“But she didn’t say anything…” Tobias explained unnecessarily.



“Yes,” Abraham laughed, “she didn’t did she?” And as the young brunette fed Tobias, the odd grunt of appreciation illustrating that she was pleased that Tobias ate, Abraham added; “None of them talk, but they are enthusiastic… and, she does seem to like you… doesn’t she Tobias?”



Accepting another bite of meat, Tobias nodded dumbly, staring at the attractive young brunette, her cleavage before his eyes, as her charms swung before his eyes.



“Happy Birthday newbie,” Abraham laughed, “looks like you’ll soon be a man!”

Last day as a boy, first day as a Man Chapter Two
00:19 Feb 03 2013
Times Read: 790

Chapter Two



My Little Mother had placed her hands on my cheeks as I knelt before her, left knee to the floor and, she kissed me on the forehead.



Standing, I turned and walked toward the sanctuary sirlock door, already outfitted out for the outside, with weaponry aplenty and, as many supplies as the people could manage, for me.



Turning the large wheel, I look back as it swings open, tears welling up in my eyes and clouding my vision, as I look back with eyes misted over.



Entering the airlock, I look to my Mother and I attempt a smile. It’s difficult to do so, but I manage it and, I feel warmed a little by the fact that she returns it, albeit briefly.



And, I close the heavy door, then turn the handle, to lock the seal, then I turn toward the other door, the one leading to the outside world and, my task ahead.



I was sixteen and, now it was time to act as a man and, provide for my family and, my people. This thought propels me onward, to my destiny; as I cross the airlock and grasp hold of the wheel-lock and turn, hesitantly at first.



I know that I will be met, outside; by someone who will help me to adapt to my new harsh environment and, I think it will be Abraham twenty-four, the last to leave, before me. ‘And soon, I will find out.’ I remind myself, as the large circular wide metal door opens for me.



And, the gap widens and I step into the unknown, the first thing that strikes me is how blue the sky seems. The second is that the atmosphere is cleaner than I’d envisaged, crisp maybe, but clean-smelling, which I had not expected.



Nor did I expect a blow to the back of my head, or a pad of chloroform held over my mouth and nose; then as I fall to my knees and, the world turns black, I can hear the heavy door close, behind me…

Bein Me ~ Education: PAH! {autobiographical}
01:10 Feb 01 2013
Times Read: 773

Our 11 plus exam was the decider for one's life: you either went to a state grammar school and got an academic education, or secondary school, where you got a less academic schooling: each were streamed. I had got to my exam and sat there crying, getting the paper soaked with my tears, as I couldn't deal with the enormity of it all, at age eleven. Well, it'd got worse for me, in a way. i had been a borderline case and, I still recall what had been said, "If you go to the grammar schools, you'll be in one of the lower steams. BUT, if you go to the secondary school, you'll be in one of the upper streams... well, phrased as it had been, you can guess what decision an eleven year-old boy made. It hindsight, that had led to my first breakdown, that paper.





For years I had thought I was dyscalculic. Then one day at a conference for frontline support staff at this fancy venue with tiramisu on the menu, we found that ninety-nine out of a hundred felt the same and, we'd all had bad maths teachers. It transpires that the one who liked the subject had a good maths teacher.