What if the human race was considered irrelevant and then each being was just uploaded then locked away on hard drives called "brain pods"?
Published: December 13th, 2019
What if the human race was considered irrelevant and then
each being was just uploaded then locked away on hard drives called "brain
pods"?
What if a sub species was to come into fruition, then the human race turned on
it, hunted it down before trying to annihilate it? Imagine you found out you
were an ancient soul, who is reunited with another being from your former life?
Set in different times in a variety of settings and time periods, the past, the
present and the future, the book explores the inevitable unknown that lies
before us all "death". Death can arrive in a multitude of forms. Each
part of the book explores different themes. There are characters who following their
demises have to face up to their lurid pasts. There are some who face
annihilation and others who are in a crazy pursuit of world destruction. We are
living in an age in which it appears that the doomsday clock is ticking ever
faster, as we teeter over the edge of world destruction. The book aims to
contain some ironic twists. Even as young children we build up nightmare
visions of what death involves. The reader is often left to distinguish between
what is real and what is not, as stories reside within stories and the
storytellers can never be fully trusted. Not all the book is doom and gloom,
there are Elsa Grun's bizarre encounters with men and Shellys' hapless husband
Arnie.
From secluded beach houses to obscure motels, to visions of heaven, which
takes the form of the Hotel Paradiso, to the world of the future death is
always a wild adventure.
EXCERPT
I AM THE LAST OF THE IDRIS
It is 2096 and I am wandering ceaselessly on an
endless journey. There is a world that is open to me, but I am last of the
line, trapped in my own solitude, in this vast wilderness. I am an Idris, some might describe me as a
beast, others a secondary lower echelon
of the human race. My type were originally contrived in a laboratory, by
scientists, my genes contain those of human genes as well as animal DNA. My
species, of “hybrids” were genetically modified and designed for specific
functions. We are a species enriched
with speed and agility, both our thighs and arms sinewy, our frames tall and
overbearing. We also have great stamina
and could travel long distances swiftly. One observer said we “could outrun a
thoroughbred stallion and still have energy in surplus.” We also have great faculties of vision.
We were initially created as a
slave species, to go to war on behalf of humans, the ultimate killing machines.
Once trained, our type were sold for huge profits, as if we were some new kind
of military hardware, our physical attributes far superior to those of humans.
One scientist commented “This creature will help to end our wars” adding
proudly “it will fight our wars for us.”
After a time, we were deemed
useful for other purposes. A smaller version, was created and we began to be
used as a kind of sophisticated pet. We were “the must have” accessory in any
rich household. Female versions were
later created, much smaller and softer in appearance, with large doe eyes, long
flowing silky hair and the gentle feline movements. With this advancement, we
were able to breed, amongst ourselves. We progressed as a species at a much
faster rate than scientists anticipated, we surpassed all expectations. Our
mental faculties grew rapidly. We were still essentially constantly monitored,
initially incarcerated like animals in zoos, but as time passed, increasingly
we integrated, and began to spread. Idris ghettos grew in all parts of the
developed world.
We developed our own language,
which most humans could not follow. We even began to acquire our own
hierarchy. Progressively we followed
human traits. One Idris complained “humans dominate and abuse us but we
progressively want to be like them.” I was of “noble” birth, and in my youth I
was arrogant. My father and mother
taught prudence, but I carried on with my lofty attitude, my recklessness. I even dared to infuriate humans.
The relationship between humans and their creation the Idris, changed
one fateful day, when I was still young.
An Idris fighter, inexplicably turned his weapon on his human commander,
slaying him. This rogue Idris, spread a
panic wave among humans. The alleged
perpetrating Idris was found and systematically executed as an example, but
the furor continued long after. There
were those among the Idris, who claimed, the Idris fighter had been the victim
of torture and abuse, purely for the sadistic pleasure of human soldiers, well outside
the limits of military regulations and protocol. He had taken more than he could.
Others said there had been
no such shooting. This was a plot fabricated by certain members of the
military, to find a way to discredit and then oust the Idris from the ranks of
the military. They believed wars should
be fought with real soldiers, not fabricated mercenaries.
Scientists put this action
down to the “one off action of an individual Idris.
“A singular
faulty part in an otherwise prefect batch.”
Such words were not sufficient enough
to convince the human population.
The trust that had existed, had been broken.
Some lamented, “the Idris
are becoming dangerously independent, they are developing self-will, they will all turn on their
creators.” One man coined an
expression “The Idris are simply growing
too tall”
Humans on the other hand had
grown too comfortable, some said apathetic. There was the Idris, to do their
menial work. Factories were full of Idris workers, even offices had Idris
workers doing some carefully designated bureaucratic tasks. Some said humans
were even letting loose the shackles of slavery and some Idris such as my
father were even profiting from their endeavors.
The Idris helped ran the infra
structure, while humans wasted away their lives with leisure pursuits. The societies among humans crafted over
centuries, were breaking down, as people lost their work ethic and just slipped
into a hedonistic whirl of slothfulness.
Some scandalous reports said
male humans were even sharing their beds with Idris. There was an outcry of “bestiality” that the
human race had reached its lowest level of depravity. Some said disease would
result. Others warned if a human/Idris birth resulted, it would be an
abomination. Some claimed they’d
seen abandoned undersized Idris
humanoids, all horribly deformed and disabled, a far cry from the perfectly formed, prototyped “hybrid” predecessors. Some inferred these were the sordid result
of liaisons between Idris and humans.
About the author:
Born in 1961, in Reading, England Francis H Powell attended
Art Schools, receiving a degree in painting and an MA in printmaking. In 1995,
Powell moved to Austria, teaching English as a foreign language while pursuing
his varied artistic interests adding music and writing. He currently lives in
Brittany, France writing both prose and poetry. Powell has published short
stories in the magazine, “Rat Mort” and other works on the internet site
"Multi-dimensions." His two published books are Flight of Destiny and
Adventures of Death, Reincarnation and Annihilation
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20 comments:
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I like the cover! Really draws me in. Thank you
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I read the excerpt which piqued my interest in the book. It does sound like an interesting read. Best wishes on the new release.
I do not understand what is taking place in the cover.
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Sounds good.
After death things just start getting interesting, I see.
Thanks for your comments, thanks for reading the exert, my book is not all doom and gloom, it is also in parts funny and quirky
I would love to read a book.
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