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Rigby Taylor

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  1. The shrill vidcom alarm dragged them awake. Ishbel, in a vast tent of shimmering turquoise, demanded their presence immediately. Cold showers took thirty seconds, then clasping each other tightly they stepped onto an enseemat and a nanosecond later were plunging their feet into the deep-pile of a gruesome red carpet in the huge and hideously decorated apartment belonging to the Chief Mage. Astonished silence greeted them. They looked around and grinned. ‘You didn’t believe we could p
  2. You see well... your hopes will be granted - but can you 'see' how? My purpose in this tale is to suggest that if we don't do something - this is the future for humans, total dystopia, and later on I'll contrast it with my vision of 'utopia'. I fear the story is not intrinsically interesting enough and I'm boring readers. I'll post it quickly to get it over with and then post one of my best tales, that isn't full of doom and gloom, but sweetness and light.
  3. That was my aim. Power corrupts and all that.
  4. Peteru was shaking his head in confusion. ‘Excuse me asking, your worship, but isn’t NumbaCruncha supposed to remain a secret until the unveiling?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Surely those people will talk?’ ‘I said they’d be released and rewarded,’ the Chief Mage said with a shallow smile. ‘I didn’t say what they’d be released from. They have been led to a chute marked ‘exit’ and halfway down the negrav-lift will fail. When they hit bottom they’ll be going so fast they won’t have time to register their
  5. And what do you think the two young heroes will use them for?
  6. Because they are douche canoes [whatever that is].
  7. 300,000 years has changed nothing about the human character - it's the way we evolved and that's it. A few good guys and the rest...... Whadadya mean misfits - it's the others that are out of step
  8. Peteru removed the headset and rubbed his eyes. Even the muted daylight that seeped into their room seemed overwhelming after five hours of ‘seeing’ through digital pulses fed directly to his brain’s sight centre. He detached the tabs from the base of his cranium, stood, stretched and grinned. ‘Are you trying to kill yourself?’ Uretep growled. ‘You know that three hours attached to that thing is the absolute max! I was going bonkers! Here, have something to eat.’ ‘Not hungry. Perhaps lat
  9. All too depressingly true, which is why I set the scene in the 'not too distant future - 2050 fits that description - so does 2020. So I suggest, dear Skyacer, that you commence building your new world order immediately.
  10. Thank you all so much - I was worried I'd bore you with repeated details - necessary for readers who haven't read 'Fidel' - Well--- we see no more of the Queensland Christian Kingdom, Canuk, but I think the "new" Oasis will amuse, revolt, dismay and intrigue....
  11. ‘Make sure there’s nothing left to salvage, or tomorrow there’ll be nothing left of you.’ The priest’s twisted smile, more venomous than his customary frown, underlined the threat. Ignoring the nervous nods of his sweating acolytes, he turned, raised an imperial finger in warning and waddled back to his limousine, slashing the air with his stick to ward off mute offers of assistance from heavily armed bodyguards. After passing silently through the gates, the black car stopped to allow the p
  12. NumbaCruncha begins with a chilling peek into the near future, then takes a thousand year leap to Oasis, a future city-state in which the human aptitude for duplicitous and unjust social schemes has reached its logical culmination in a flesh-crawlingly evil dystopia ruled by the most unpleasant gang of conmen and women you're ever likely to encounter. A couple of young scientists who have recently invented a new means of transport, decide to do something about it, despite the tremendous odds. Meanwhile, out in the forest, the secret weapon designed by intelligent, decent men a thousand years previously, is patiently waiting.
  13. And thank you for reading! Without people like you there'd be little point in writing. The New Men are genetically wired to remain in a certain behaviour pattern, just as we are, so there's a chance they'll keep wise, noble and all the rest.
  14. Thank you, Canuk, for all your thoughtful input about all the stories. The problem of inbreeding is covered in NumbaCruncha, by which I hope you are equally amused. The underlying theme in that farcical tale is ... Ah, I'll leave you to decide.
  15. Yes, this country is run by religions, you see. They control marginal electorates, so although 73% of the population want legal assisted dying, no political party will listen - their political futures are more important to them that the will of the electorate. Organising one's own demise is fraught with danger - for both the one who wishes to die, and those around him who will be accused of assisting... as explained in Mortaumal.
  16. Thanks, Okie, And thanks for all your comments. I hope to read more of them.
  17. I told you, you were a pessimist - have faith, young man, would I let my heroes suffer? I hope the next little tale of strange happenings appeals to you.
  18. I'm very pleased you approve of the ending - I hope you feel the same about the sequel. Thanks for commenting.
  19. Primo gave birth easily in front of everyone - no complications whatever - his body was planned by a rational creature, you see, not by an idiot supernatural figment of the imagination.
  20. Thanks, Skyacer. Your wish concerning Dominic will be granted. Primo's gang are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. As for the misbegotten planet - It is really rather a wonderful place - it's only humans who've stuffed it up - if it was possible to resurrect it, would that satisfy you? I look forward to your comments when I get around to posting NC.
  21. The following day, Jardine, Leon and Claudius, Primo, Sebastian, Jarek, and the eight newcomers visited Sebastian’s father, Rex, and his wife Fee, in their comfortable house in the hills above the city. Fourteen visitors should have been a crowd, but they all fitted nicely in the pool, conversation was pleasant and agreeable, and the atmosphere genial. After a healthy meal, the hosts thanked Jardine, Leon and Claudius for teaching their replacements what was required, hoped all would go well
  22. Rigby Taylor

    The Institute

    Yes, there's a but... but not a big but. Christmas Island is bad. The Cocos Islands are perhaps worse, after lording it over the locals for yonks, instead of allowing them some autonomy, the USA wants to establish a military spy base for drones. The locals are horrified, but when has Australia ever refused the US anything? Never.
  23. Rigby Taylor

    The Institute

    Indeed, instead of teaching the history of wars and conquests, it might be better for the world if kids were taught about the consequences for people like them. Unfettered capitalism has a sorry history, but so have all the isms when taken to their logical conclusion. A world without isms, I say!
  24. Rigby Taylor

    The Institute

    That's very laudable of you Wesley, but remember that leaders of revolts get killed, or worse.
  25. You read my mind, Skyacer... I wonder if I could.... no... well... perhaps... Ah yes, Drones enabled Obama to wage more wars and kill more people than any other President before him... I recall seeing a photo of two 'Drone Drivers' sitting at their consoles in California, watching a drone strike on their screens and shouting, "Yay! Bug splat!" Who'd have predicted that wireless, the internet, and all our wonderful inventions could have resulted in such an absorbing game.
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