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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.
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