Featured Book – Sorting The Future – A Sci-Fi Novel – Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of my Sci-fi book. I hope you like it. Comments are welcome.

Chapter 1 – Walking the dog

It was one of those perfect English summer evenings. The type of evening that topped off a day that was so absolutely impeccable that you knew you wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in the world but England. It made you forget all those other cold, rainy days of numbing dreariness that preceded it. This day was sublime. The sun was setting; a warm breeze shook the leaves. The lush green fields had crisped in the summer sun to form swathes of long dry grass, punctuated with bright meadow flowers, ruddy with the glow of that slowly descending ball of fire that was the summer sun. All was right with this part of the world.

Sam, my black and white border collie, was off the lead as I walked him down the dusty, deserted back track that straggled across those fields. There were no sheep in the hay meadows for him to worry, and the cows had been brought in long ago, so he was safe to bound around as free as a breeze, futilely chasing rabbits and startling the odd pheasant into flight. He was inept at hunting but loved the chase. He’d only ever caught one rabbit in his entire life, and that was a young one, and it had so surprised him to have run it down that he had not known what to do with it. He’d brought it back to me with a look of complete puzzlement and gently passed it over into my hands. I could see that he was glad to have the decision of what to do with it taken away from him. I had lightly held the terrified creature, an immature doe. It appeared uninjured but I could feel that young rabbit’s little heart beating like a little motor in its chest. Sam had held it so softly in his mouth but still it must still have been the most alarming experience any rabbit can imagine. I held Sam’s collar while I let that rabbit free. We both watched it scurry away into the undergrowth to live another day. Sam had a wistful expression on his face. I’m not sure he was totally in agreement with what I had done. All that effort for nothing. Dogs are so transparent.

I ambled along, hands deep in pockets, whistling to myself. I like to whistle. Nobody else does these days. It seems to have gone out of fashion. Once, everybody whistled. It was the sound of happiness. I was enjoying watching Sam bouncing through the long grass like some furry black and white porpoise. HIs enjoyment was infectious. He always made me feel happy. So I whistled.

Sam was fearless and loyal. He was one of those dogs who would protect you from anything. He’d give his life for you without a thought. If a grizzly bear were to come out of the woods Sam would stand his ground between me and it. He’d growl and bare his teeth and die trying to protect me. He was my dog – utterly fearless and loyal.

Fortunately there were no grizzly bears in Yorkshire. The worst you could do in these parts was to stub your toe on a hedgehog.

As Sam came springing back towards me I strolled further up the lane between two high Hawthorne hedges and he raced up to join me, panting from his exertions, long pink tongue lolling out of his mouth and dripping with saliva. There was a happy spark in his eyes. You’d swear he was grinning.

We strolled up the lane side by side. There was a gap in the hedge which is when we both simultaneously saw it. It caused us to both freeze in our footsteps. My whistling froze on my lips.

We stood as if held in a spell, in incredulity, peering into the field like idiots. Sam recognised that this was something out of the ordinary and certainly out of his experience. He instantly came to the conclusion that anything that strange was potentially very dangerous. This definitely was outside his compass of responsibility. He turned tail and streaked back home leaving me standing there on my own, gawping.

Perhaps I should have followed suit and raced after Sam; or at least slowly backed away, or some such thing. I didn’t.

I didn’t budge. I stood and stared.

And that is how I came to be President of the World.

If this has tempted you to have a read of one of my Sci-fi novels in either paperback or digital I have provided some links below:

 

My best Sci-fi books in the USA:

 

Ebola in the Garden of Eden

 

 

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Green

 

 

Starturn – Intergalactic Rockstar

 

 

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Sorting The Future

 

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My best Sci-fi books in the UK:

 

Ebola In The Garden Of Eden.

 

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Sorting The Future

 

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Green

 

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Starturn – Intergalactic Rockstar

 

My New Poetry Book – Diddles, Riddles, Envirocribbles and Political Tribbles – the cover notes

A book of Poetry on these Toxic Times, the Environment and Politics.
A burst of fury in Rhyme.
The drumbeat of Rebellion!!

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The Environment – My Views

The Environment
I believe this planet is a living wonder and all life precious. That we are all custodians of one of the most miraculous events in the universe. A tiny planet in the outer spiral arm of a minor galaxy in a universe of trillions of galaxies might be the only home to life. It is that unlikely. We may be unique.
As intelligent beings (consciousness being another marvel) I think it is our duty to care for this amazing jewel of a planet.
At present our numbers and habits are plundering and destroying. We are cutting down habitat, polluting, overfishing, overhunting, strip mining, urbanising and generally laying waste to nature. We are reducing populations dramatically and driving thousands of species to extinction.
Our activities are having an impact on the climate and weather.
I believe we have to limit our numbers, live more sustainably and find a way of living alongside the rest of nature without destroying it.
I do not believe this would cost a huge amount. I believe we can create much more energy efficient machines and energy production. I believe we do not have to destroy.
I would like to see half the planet preserved for nature and half or us.

My Book on the Environment – Please take a look!!

My book on the Environment – Anthropocene Apocalypse.

 

As a Biologist I have travelled the world and seen what is going on – the habitat destruction, the hunting, the pollution. This is the story.

If you are interested with the environment then this is the book for you.

 

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In the USA:

 

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Take Heart Too – a poem about the perceptive and wise.

Take Heart Too

 

Take heart from those who see the bigger picture

And realise they are minor players

Within a mighty stroke of luck

That gave us eyes to see;

For they are aglow

With understanding

And see each second

As a gift.

 

Opher 16.6.2018

 

 

I wrote this as an adjunct to the previous piece. It always seems amazing to me that evolution has provided us with the brain, consciousness and senses with which to glimpse this most amazing universe. What a stroke of fabulous luck! We should celebrate every second of it.

Consciousness is a thing of wonder.

What if there were no conscious beings to witness the majesty of this cosmos? What a waste.

 

 

Nothing Is Surplus – a poem to the wonders of the interlocking ecosystem

Nothing is Surplus

 

Nothing is surplus

Nothing wasted

Nothing less

Nothing greater

 

From virus to dinosaur

It is all a piece

Within a giant jigsaw

 

Opher 23.6.2018

 

 

I am always amazed by the way nature interlocks. Evolution has filled every niche with the right choice. They are so complicated and sophisticated. Everything has its place.

More time than we can imagine has created such a wonderfully intricate jigsaw.

What distresses me most is the cavalier way we dismantling it.

The Last Sad Dregs – A poem about rebirth from the debris.

The Last Sad Dregs

 

When the last sad dregs are drained

The glass will still retain a residue

No matter how thoroughly we sterilise.

It will just take time.

 

When everything is finally gone

It will come back.

It has done so before.

But it is never the same.

 

Maybe next time

It will be even better.

The forms more perfect

The intelligence more pure

Unsullied.

Perhaps it will be

An improvement in every way?

All might agree that it was for the best.

 

Yet even if it were

That would not forgive us

For what we now do.

 

Opher 23.6.2018

 

 

We are a huge ecosystem catastrophe relentlessly steamrolling nature into nonexistence.

Species after species crashes into oblivion as we seek profit and our numbers spiral.

When we are through and we have destroyed it all there will still be some left even if it is just a residual slime. Evolution will rebuild the spectrum given time.

The planet will once again be full of a myriad of creatures, the wails of sound and flash of colour. There will be creatures every bit as wonderful and exotic as what we now have. It just won’t be the same.

Maybe intelligence, real intelligence, will once again evolve. I don’t think they will forgive us for what we are doing.

Two Swifts Shrieking – a poem about loss

Two Swifts Shrieking

 

Two swifts wheeling in the sky

Shrieking with delight –

Not missing their brethren?

 

In days not long gone

Those same skies

Were full of flocks of screaming swifts.

 

The air, now a desert,

Teemed with insects

That were scooped with such glee.

 

There was enough

For many swifts

To gorge themselves and feed their chicks.

 

Now those insects

Are hard to find

And the future is looking dim.

 

Do they now shriek with delight or horror?

 

Opher 23.6.2018

 

 

It is so noticeable to me that the skies are emptying. We were so used to seeing the swifts, swallows and house martins, the filter feeders of the skies, putting on their aerial displays.

Where once there were flocks now they appear in pairs. The flocks have gone.

The skies that once buzzed with insects are empty. The insects have gone. There is no food.

The barns and house eaves that provided nesting sites are all knocked down, cleaned up and gone.

It is hard to believe the changes that have taken place in the space of one lifetime.

Were those two swifts really shrieking with delight! I feel they cry in desperation.

 

 

Leaf and Scale – a poem about how precious life is.

Leaf and Scale

 

Leaf and scale

Eye and tail

Precious  Precious

 

Protoplast

Chloroplast

Precious  Precious

 

Bud and tree

Petal and bee

Precious  Precious

 

Fin and feather

Fawn and heather

Special  Special

 

Whale and ant

Fauna and plant

Special  Special

 

Brain and brawn

Shrimp and prawn

Special  Special

 

Limb and life

Husband and wife

Special  Special

 

Awe and wonder

No kill or plunder

Precious  Precious

 

Planet and sky

Sun on high

Precious  Precious

 

Forest and air

Bluebell and bear

Special  Special

 

Water and rock

Hen and cock

Special  Special

 

Earth and worm

Virus and germ

Precious Precious

 

Warmth and light

Oxygen and sight

Precious  Precious

 

Biosphere

Centromere

Precious  Special  Unique

 

Opher 25.6.2018

 

 

The whole of our biosphere is one amazing event and utterly unique. Every bit of it is special and precious.

If only we could stand back and see how miraculous it is and worship every last piece of this incredible jigsaw of life.

Instead we treat it with disdain and destroy it with derision, contempt and callous disregard.

Every Stroke Kills – a poem about destruction of life.

Every Stroke Kills

 

In the wake of every stroke

Lies the ruins of many lives.

In the wake of every gouge

Lies a community destroyed.

Letter by letter

The epic story is untold.

Letter by letter

The greatest story is unwritten

Until the blank pages

Tell a different tale

Of what once was and is no more.

 

25.6.2018

 

 

We do not value the incredible miracle of life on this planet. We may be unique in this most enormous universe. Every single form of life may be utterly unique – every single cell the most amazing miracle. The utter improbability of life means that we should cherish every single cell.

 

Yet we treat life with such disdain. Insects, animals and plants are destroyed without thought. Every tree houses a community. Every stream and wood provides a million homes.

 

We chop down the trees and gouge up the soil without thought to the communities we destroy.

 

We are unwriting the greatest story ever written. It is becoming less by the minute. I wish we would change and learn to cherish every bit of it.