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The Perennial Migration
The Perennial Migration
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The year is 3010, the human race divided; the new breed living inside the World Administration dome network and outside the older breed. A pandemic, broken out throughout the dome network by a corrosion in the citizens' wrist chips, is causing the planet to die. Whether the outbreak was accidental or intentional, either way the reptilian race stood to gain from such an apocalypse.

With most metal resources now the property of the World Administration, survival of man, beast and plant will depend on such life forms working together; and the leniency of our galaxy controllers.

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Release dateOct 2, 2015
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D. M. Kirtaime

Kirtaime grew up in the country outskirts of Bristol. After his military career he settled with his family in Germany. Wanting to write fantasy-fiction books was a childhood dream which he only decided to make come true in 2013 with his first book 'The Perennial Migration' - A mixture of adventure, conspiracy, legend, space travel all in one pot being stirred by hungry reptilians and cooled by heroes.  

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    The Perennial Migration - D. M. Kirtaime

    The Perennial Migration

    By

    D. M. Kirtaime

    Prologue

    In 2053, the World Administration took form after the collapse of

    society during the global war of 2040, and caused the split of the

    human race. It installed a colossal network of various sized domes

    around the planet within a short period. Most of the materials required

    for the dome and inner-platform construction was to be transported to

    underground factories during the decade before the outbreak of the

    war. Unmanned covert drones carried the network parts at night. Each

    dome contained a platform, the smallest being for defence had five

    levels. Once the defence domes came into position, larger domes had

    to be built to contain accommodation towers, and other buildings such

    as hospitals and shopping malls.

    A tunnel network connected the domes. Trains delivered commerce

    goods underground and for personal travel at Earth level. The dome

    shells contained a series of inter-linking blue hexagon-shaped panels

    which, once in place and sealed, provided outer protection against

    attack. One large panorama screen covered the whole inner-dome

    shell. These screens provided a non-stop artificial day and night

    environment, marketing advertisements and World Administration-

    controlled news. The prepared evacuation of the elite class

    communities in each country orchestrated the split within human race.

    In the main-stream media, a series of crisis summits provided

    conversation content everywhere; with high-profile coverage serving

    as the curtain for the otherwise unexplained movement of the members

    and families of the elite class. It was said that many countries had

    desperate need of financial rescue and supply of emergency resources.

    That this could be managed if citizens moved to the central locations.

    The sell of this story to the public was a total success.

    With most citizens being relieved of personal savings to settle the

    invented national debt, if not taking part in riots, most scavenged for

    work or food. At this time, with most people weakened, the

    cleansing took place as per the scheduled secret agenda. Those

    citizens who conformed joined the Administration Centres and

    received food and accommodation. And if selected, training was

    available for trades, designed to improve country economy.

    Those joining the Centres underwent a series of recruitment tests for

    various trades and moved according to the test results. Those moved,

    left in the belief that others, including friends and relatives, followed –

    which was not the case! The identification wrist chips, implanted as

    part of the registration, received an update to make sure that those

    people could never re-enter the Centres once escorted from the

    premises.

    Once cleansing was complete, the Administration Centres closed.

    After the split, the people who did not pass trade training and

    relocation, found themselves left behind in derelict cities and suburbs.

    Electrical power was available from groups of survivalists who owned

    solar generators. But as people fought over gaining access to

    generators, those survivalists moved away; out into the wilderness. For

    many who stayed behind, the wilderness came to them as wild animals

    and others beings no longer feared the dominance and havoc of

    mankind.

    As soon as the World Administration erected the domes and the

    inner-platforms, a large settlement grew around the outer perimeter of

    the network. These people lived off of and traded with the refuse

    dumped from dome residents. The refuse disposal unit ejected white

    plastic cocoons through a tube one metre in diameter. The cocoons

    being lightweight and designed to be collected by strong winds or the

    'old breed' (network residents being the newer breed). At first, the

    cocoons got plundered upon exit from the disposal tubes, which lead to

    a foul stench returning to the inner-dome. Later a cocoon unlocked

    once it passed a distance of one kilometre outside any dome.

    The non-chevron trade workers, who had permission to move within

    the Earth level non-accommodation platforms and outer-dome

    perimeter, had regular contact with the old breed settlement. Even

    though within the dome platform establishments high security

    measures was everywhere to be seen, Earth level was different.

    Various trading took place between the non-chevron trade workers and

    the old breed settlement, by use of refuse disposal tubes.

    Many old breed members had even managed, until chip security

    upgraded, to have the wrist chip reset and updated to a non-chevron

    trade. The media continued to bombard dome residents with so-called

    live coverage of old breed incidents of theft and famines. Portrayed

    as being filmed via drone for safety reasons. Presenters reassured

    viewers that regular acts of charity took place to help the old breed.

    With dome residents encouraged to donate entertainment and shopping

    units.

    Much of the media news film covered areas showing refuse disposal

    cocoons being plundered and the non-usable waste left on a dump.

    You always had a few of the old breed in these film clips combing

    through for edibles and other items for salvage. Such clips always

    came in useful when news space needed to be filled. As the years

    passed, the number of domes within the global network grew, as did

    the height of many of the existing ones. The older breed became more

    self-reliant and moved more and more away from the dome perimeter.

    Many taking to the forests, mountains, and even oceans; with the

    ruined cities left behind, overgrown and no longer offering shelter or

    safety for defenceless humans.

    The series of events so far had been part of an evil agenda, executed

    and controlled by one force; who now claimed to be the newer breed

    and owners of the planet Earth – The World Administration. Unknown

    to them though they had not been the only species with an agenda and

    had hosted the completion of one which was much older and darker.

    The time for change was overdue.

    One thing was for sure, Mother Earth herself needed to pull strings

    to help a most inappropriate group of candidates take command of the

    migration. To defend against many terrestrial enemies, secure the

    future survival of mankind and the recovery of the planet.

    Chapter 1

    On the platform of a discipline dome a non-public military court

    case begun. Once the judge, Jury, lawyers, clerks and witnesses had

    seated, the door to the court dock opened. A pair of custodial officers

    escorted the still double chevron No.105781259 soldier, known as Leo

    (Leopold) to friends and family, hand-cuffed into the dock. The grey

    tungsten caged dock provided enough room for the prisoner and the

    escorts to sit (and stand when summoned). The court clerk announced

    that the prisoner was in attendance and that the charge against him

    read 'Conspiring against the World Administration'.

    When asked how he the prisoner intended to plea, the lawyer who

    represented Leo as duty lawyer answered "My client pleads 'Not

    Guilty', Sir of Justice."

    The court clerk called each witness to the dock. Each of the five

    gave a version of what happened during the secret meetings held by

    Leo. Questions in the style 'if it wasn't this was it that' continued, to

    draw the Jury's attention towards negative possibilities.

    Leo's lawyer portrayed the whole matter from different angles. From

    forming a work union through to a psychological condition. A

    condition which signalled that although the welfare of colleagues

    concerned him, the pressures of his own work led him looking for

    ways to cope.

    Leo was not as well defended as he may have been if he had hired a

    private lawyer. Prior to his arrest he had confided in his sister True.

    That he was a target due to his demands for a union and because of the

    candidate campaign work he prepared. Escorts took Leo from the dock

    back to the cells while the Jury discussed and confirmed the verdict.

    After twenty minutes he was back out in the dock. Everyone stood

    up as the Jury announced that the verdict was 'Guilty'. Although

    murmurs came from the public viewers in attendance after hearing the

    verdict, none dared question the decision made. It was obvious to

    many in attendance that the judge had prepared his script as he

    proceeded with the prompt issue of the sentence.

    The judge now looked at the ginger haired prisoner, and said

    "Prisoner One Zero Five Seven Eight One Two Five Nine, you are

    found guilty of conspiring against the World Administration. I

    sentence you to banishment from the World Administration network.

    You are to be stripped of rank and citizenship. The wrist chip data is to

    be invalidated. Escorts, remove Prisoner One Zero Five Seven Eight

    One Two Five Nine from the court."

    Having dedicated his years to earn promotions as a soldier, Leo

    never considered how life was outside the dome network. He had even

    been a member of teams who's job it was to protect the network domes

    against intruders from the old breed settlement. Now he was to be at

    the old breed's mercy. He hoped for a chance of being accepted at the

    settlement – otherwise he seen his days of survival to be few.

    Below in the cell network, the escorts took Leo to a scan room. A

    machine situated on a small round metal table caught his attention. Sat

    on the chair provided, he received the order to place his wrist with the

    palm of his hand over the scanner. A custodial officer, in grey

    uniform, typed in an instruction on the device keyboard. The scan took

    place and after ten minutes was complete and had wiped the data

    stored within the chip. A small injection jab numbed the skin, and a

    cut was made for the chip to be extracted. Then the realisation of what

    happened hit him, the conspiracy and what he lost. Leo broke as the

    tears overwhelmed his otherwise strong posture.

    Officers took him back to the cell while his discharge and exit from

    the network was prepared. One guard unlocked the cell door and Leo

    received a sand-coloured pair of canvas trousers, shirt, pullover, jacket

    and cap of the same colour and material. One pair of green socks,

    black leather boots and belt got issued just before departure. A

    custodial officer remained in the cell so that Leo's W.A.F uniform and

    military identification metal chain and rectangular discs could be

    confiscated. Once dressed, Leo was to board one of the W.A.F armed

    discipline vehicles. On board, although the equipment was available to

    place passengers in chains secured to the floor and walls, Leo could sit

    unrestricted. The reason was due to a short one-way route.

    The vehicle glided out from the dock, locked onto the dome exit

    portal convoy and was placed in line for launch. After the vehicle's

    release from the convoy, the custodial driver continued flight course

    for full ahead until what looked to be a lighted open space appeared.

    The vehicle descended and hovered one metre from the ground. The

    open space measured fifty metres in diameter, surrounded by wooden

    market stands. Today though a large old breed crowd was in

    attendance to watch the W.A.F discipline vehicle arrive at the

    settlement marketplace.

    One of the custodial officers on board prompted Leo to stand and

    walk to the vehicle exist hatch. As Leo stood and edged towards the

    exit, the custodial officer removed the hand-cuffs and gave him a

    shove from the rear; which pushed Leo over the vehicle exit hatch

    threshold. Instinct ensured that his arms stretched out in front of his

    body, to prepare for a frontal landing on the ground. But Leo brought

    his legs and feet forward to descend upon the dusty floor of the

    marketplace. Once the dust had cleared, as he had expected the old

    breed encircled him, bearing tools and weapons.

    Chapter 2

    The rattling started again and by now Thorn no longer noticed the

    window's protective orange metal plate beating off of the glass over on

    the passenger side. To repair it meant replacing the foam insulation

    frame, which an old breed smith could do in the same time it took a

    worker to re-charge the vehicle battery. But due to recent power theft,

    every O.D.S.V (Outer-Dome Sealing Vehicle) had to be re-charged

    within the core security zone on the inner-dome platform. So unless

    Thorn received a task to work on the outer seal of the lower dome

    section, it was difficult justifying being at Earth level. Today the

    complete non-chevron maintenance crew deployed in force, with every

    available O.D.S.V deployed.

    An official visit and inspection of the defence domes by the W.A.F

    Commander, General Kern was due to take place. For Thorn he saw

    this as a chance to clock overtime, which ensured that his

    entertainment and shopping card received a long awaited credit of

    units. His first-chevron supervisor had given the Defence Dome 102

    repair task to him. Because of the high-profile visit (and consequences

    if something went wrong) at least repair materials became available.

    Stock was then in adequate quantities and the quartermaster became

    cooperative when processing orders.

    Now having pulled his O.D.S.V from the power dock on the core

    security zone, Thorn launched the vehicle from one of the inner-dome

    exit portals; for his first repair shift on the outer panels of Defence

    Dome 102. Once in the exit portal convoy lane, with the W.A.F media

    reporter pushing censored news through the radio, Thorn fell into a

    day dream. Dreams which sometimes carried on running into his work

    shift. He often flashed back to childhood memories. One was the time

    playing 'hide and seek' together with his brother and sister in the

    family garden out in the countryside of the south west of England.

    With his parents watching from the wooden pavilion, while preparing

    soft drinks and cake on the round table and calling 'Leopold',

    'Thornton', 'Trudy' once ready.

    Another flashback took him to one of the Administration Centres,

    which the World Administration had built. Still young, neither Thorn,

    his older brother Leopold, nor his younger sister Trudy had any idea

    that the 'good intentions' of the Centre staff caused the parents'

    permanent separation. Although both too old to learn a trade, the boys

    received training with the non-chevron crews on account of necessity

    during the construction phase of the dome network.

    As the O.D.S.V in front drove through the portal and disappeared

    from sight, the blast of daylight hit against his windscreen; for a short

    time before the visor completed the journey across the front window

    pane. This restored Thorn's front vision again. When the 'clunk' sound

    could be heard on both sides, and the vehicle rocked before stabling

    itself, it showed that the O.D.S.V was free from the convoy frame. He

    pressed the 'Hover' button on the main console and released the brakes

    by pulling the handle and proceeded with pressing the speed trigger on

    the steering bar. Once out of the dome, he said "Dome One Zero

    Two." into the navigation console microphone and followed course to

    the destination.

    Chapter 3

    Patients with cardiac problems filled the beds in the Hospital Dome

    97. The direct result of living in a secluded world, with the fast-food

    industry giants gaining financial strength to prepare for the World

    Administration takeover. The daily media supplied pictures of

    appetising and succulent meals. And everyone had enough

    complimentary vouchers stored on the Entertainment & Shopping

    cards to continue loyal unhealthy eating whenever desired. At the

    Administration Centre Trudy 105781261, qualified as a nurse and after

    training got assigned to Hospital Dome 97.

    During pre-training registration surnames could no longer be used

    and staff claimed it optimal for personnel records if everyone just used

    the identification number. But it was allowed to use forenames for oral

    communication. Trudy, otherwise known as 'True' to her brothers,

    obsessed with her profession; often stayed on after her own shift to

    help colleagues during busy periods. She always looked forward to the

    visits Thorn made during her free time at home. That Thorn watched

    over his sister she was aware as he always used the excuse he had

    work on, which took him towards her accommodation.

    She wished that it was possible to spend time with her brother Leo

    too. But since his demotion from the rank of double chevron

    Administration Force soldier and citizenship ban she had not seen him.

    True found it strange that during the last year, the amount of people

    entering hospital for allergies around the skin above the implanted

    wrist chips, did not reduce. And many returned several times due to

    the severe pain the open wounds inflicted. As the law forbid the

    removal of wrist chips, True and her colleagues tried to treat patients

    infected with the virus as best as possible with medication. For

    hygienic reasons, two wards served as quarantine and hospital staff

    wore protective clothing when in those areas. And because of the

    infectious threat this virus posed, the official visit from the W.A.F

    Commander had to be changed to the defence domes.

    A part of the registration procedure in the Administration Centres

    was the compulsory implantation of wrist chips. The staff explained

    that the benefits of the implanted chips provided identification,

    monitoring and healing of most medical conditions. And that for

    personal protection it ensured that people without a chip implant could

    not enter the dome network without an alarm being sounded. The

    implantation procedure took ten

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