4th. of July From a British Perspective! (Just for fun!)

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last years July 4th

Song Bird Songs

4th july

Independence day! Er… long term are you sure we didn’t win guys?

Our taxes are less than yours now and if we live abroad we don’t even have to pay (what a waste of tea!) We get back FREE health care, (remember that one in the news somewhere…) state pensions, unemployment, housing, and incapacity benefits (the Scandinavians have it even better!)

Protective laws (UK and EU) mean we can live in the security of knowing we are not eating GMO foods nor will we be sued if their seeds get blown in our fields. We also have no need to run the gauntlet of many drugs and chemicals banned in other parts of the world. Best of all it’s pretty hard to arrest/kill/intern us without raising a media storm – thank God for British law!)

I’ve heard no rumours (so far) of massed coffins, potential death camps or draconian military…

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UPGRADING.

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(from May 2014

Song Bird Songs

sci fi

(Sci fi flash fiction fun)

The course seemed simple enough, “Elementary Mind Reading” , the principals sound –  empty the mind, connect with your basic communication manipulator, focus on your partner and thoughts should come streaming through.  The trouble was they didn’t! Habel fidgeted with the stiff, high collar of his uniform, his forehead beginning to sweat with anxiety.

His partner Korianna, cool and composed, seemed to have no trouble using the device, eyes gleaming as she reeled off his conscious thoughts within seconds. How did she do it? He looked up at the face its rigid smile etched in the latest purple lip glow, the eyes giving nothing away. The glorious Korianna was a brilliant student, a mind enhanced with all the best that money could buy in chemical upgrades. What was she like on the inside he wondered? What did she think of him a poor Charitus student…

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4th. of July From a British Perspective! (Just for fun!)

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4th july

Independence day! Er… long term are you sure we didn’t win guys?

Our taxes are less than yours now and if we live abroad we don’t even have to pay (what a waste of tea!) We get back FREE health care, (remember that one in the news somewhere…) state pensions, unemployment, housing, and incapacity benefits (the Scandinavians have it even better!)

Protective laws (UK and EU) mean we can live in the security of knowing we are not eating GMO foods nor will we be sued if their seeds get blown in our fields. We also have no need to run the gauntlet of many drugs and chemicals banned in other parts of the world. Best of all it’s pretty hard to arrest/kill/intern us without raising a media storm – thank God for British law!)

I’ve heard no rumours (so far) of massed coffins, potential death camps or draconian military procedures to keep me awake at night and the media (while pretty biased) at least gives some indication of differing world views.

Of course all this didn’t come easy. I explained to friends in China, a social democracy is a slow, painful, and on-going process that took us over a thousand years to get this far (and seems unfortunately to be somewhat unraveling).

All this being said anyone want to emigrate when the festivities are over?

Whoops! That’s right pretty hard to get in now, too many folks caught on!

(Just teasing I know every country has its pros and cons. Have a great celebration!)

 

UPGRADING.

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sci fi

(Sci fi flash fiction fun)

The course seemed simple enough, “Elementary Mind Reading” , the principals sound –  empty the mind, connect with your basic communication manipulator, focus on your partner and thoughts should come streaming through.  The trouble was they didn’t! Habel fidgeted with the stiff, high collar of his uniform, his forehead beginning to sweat with anxiety.

His partner Korianna, cool and composed, seemed to have no trouble using the device, eyes gleaming as she reeled off his conscious thoughts within seconds. How did she do it? He looked up at the face its rigid smile etched in the latest purple lip glow, the eyes giving nothing away. The glorious Korianna was a brilliant student, a mind enhanced with all the best that money could buy in chemical upgrades. What was she like on the inside he wondered? What did she think of him a poor Charitus student, here on natural IQ alone?

Selected by the Interracial Board for Gifted Children from a young age he had had to enlarge his mind the hard way, by study. Not for him the expensive injected stimulants that made learning almost instantaneous. He was, he knew, part of an experiment, his studies subsidized by the Board of Hyper Education, to make comparisons with the mentally enhanced children of the elite.

He tried again. Nothing! He must master it! A failing grade and he was done for, like others he had seen sent back to lives of unending labour in service to the elite ones. His hand shook slightly as he checked the connection frequency on the machine.  He sensed a glimmer of pity in Korianna’s eye, she knew he might fail. He tried once more, exerting all his mental energy to channel through the manipulator.

“YOU MUSTN’T TELL!” The words blasted through into his consciousness. Now he understood as her resistance crumbled before his seeking intellect. The glorious Korianna had a crush on him!

Origin of the Species

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sci fi flower

Sci-fi flash fiction (just for fun!)

The flower danced, a pale, perfect pink, in the arms of the wind. Doe shaded his eyes to watch it swirl. A touch of red he decided. He coaxed the colour wheel to a brilliant magenta augmenting the tip of the petals. Essem looked on approvingly. Her bloom, tinted white and blue, sparkled in the sunlight its long vine like tendrils caressing the trunk of the giant cyrus tree from which it hung. All around them tropical jungle rose up in dazzling hues of orange, red and purple.

“Now try!” she said.

“I haven’t got the aerodynamics finished yet,” he answered fine tuning the apparatus.

Complete at last they watched in satisfaction as the blossoms performed their aerial ballet against a vivid turquoise sky.  A light flashed on his control unit. It was time to go.

Another species had been formed. Logging the video entry in his virtual pad Doe squeezed Essem’s  hand as it slipped into his own. They ascended the portal steps into the hovering craft. Taking his seat, Doe switched to auto pilot as she snuggled, sleepily into his shoulder. They had a long trip back, but it was worth it, when the music was added  it would be perfect, another innovation to add to his budding collection. He watched as double moons rose above the horizon a blaze of crimson red. Not far now…

Descending on a lawn dotted with wild henions pulsating a few inches above the green (another of his adaptions) he called to the vast, palatial villa that sat sedately on its rim. A head poked out between the columns, eyes bright, her silver blond hair ruffled by the breeze.

“Have you two finished your homework?” she called.

“Yes mother!” he answered, “it’s all done!”