Success in Part - VI E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Without memory, unsure of her identity, Sharon is taken to the human occupied Planet of Shalimar.  The human settled planet of Beta Mar resounds with reggae music, the lure Tony Johnson had used to entice Sharon, 

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Suzann Dodd

Success in Part - VI

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Famous Man

THE FAMOUS MAN

TONY JOHNSONGAMIERBETA MAR 

Concert Number Three. In real it was ex post facto, but in the heartbeat of the planet, it was the essence of being.

I'd been brought here by the ZerShaz; by one iSaz, uPaychel, to be specific, given the order to 'find Sharon'  and informed that 'nothing occupied the remainder of my life.'

That was pretty good 'negotiation.'

I had been stuck in a hole in the ground called Galteria, after being ripped and shipped from an Ark.

I'd been on Earth,  then off centred by being chosen one of the few Terrans so vital to the existence of society.  I didn't know that when two Space Intelligence goons told me to come with them. They took me to  a shuttle, I got on, gaping at the famous faces, as we travelled to an Ark.

Yup, Mrs. Johnson's baby boy was so significant that he was one of the Chosen!

I was given the background, the middle and foreground of the 'Noah Project' before being put into Suspended Animation. When woken given the glib in face to face. I had felt special, until put into a coffin, back into SA and fired at Galteria, a military base in the Second Sector.

For what?  Why?

Why was I ensconced in this hole in the ground and given highly classified information?

I was to study a ZerShaz, eDapktchoy and a human woman, Sharon Feinstein.

eDapktchoy had been 'rescued' from Zechia when we over bombed it and 'inserted' into a family right here on Galteri. He'd been prime and allowed into the Terran Space Fleet when he was older. The only Zee in Terran Space Fleet.

The fem was the real gape.

She'd been abducted from the past...if you can believe that... because on some mission eDapktchoy had broken time, encountered her, and when he was retrieved told them she knew 'much' so that she would be abducted.

I had examined the words, viewed images, listened to sounds, and knew, that because I was Jamaican and we had a 'matching psychological profile' the Mil wanted me to dig and scrap and see what weaknesses I could find.

I didn't find anything before uPaychel showed up, and took me, for the same reason the mil did....my 'link' with Sharon Feinstein.

Well, it worked.

Dropped on Beta Mar with bags of credits I came up with the idea of holding reggae concerts.

She came to the second, was taken, and gone.

I had fulfilled my 'mission' so now can enjoy the benefit of being the major music producer on Beta Mar.It was at that concert at Clarimont Hall the riot broke out and the planet got to experience what a Retro-Reggae concert can do to a decent theatre.

No other theatre would allow my concerts.  This caused all sorts of uprisings, but I said; Why fret? We'll hold this one at Wanderer's Stadium was better for the pocket as capacity was 75k.

I didn't want to bother with my 'Free entry' to 'Real Jamaicans' gimmick as the only real Jamaican was already snagged and gone, but Horace felt it had to be done, so did it.

I wondered if there had ever been anything like my concerts in history. An act, completely fraud, done for a hidden purpose, which takes on life, creating its own dynamic.

Nothing prepared me for the overwhelming success, nor warned I'd be swept away by my own deception.

Horace was giving interviews as if the reggae concerts were his idea. I didn't find a word to say. He didn't know why or when or how I appeared in Twentieth Century Park, nor why I pushed reggae as opposed to salsa or soca, assuming it my 'heritage'.

He'd never know the truth. No one would ever know. I'd wallow in fame, wealth, the joy of being Tony Johnson on Beta Mar until I forgot the why, myself.

And considering how fast and exciting my life was playing it wasn't hard to do.

Abduction

ABDUCTION

VENDE MARSDENABISINGH, BETA MAR

Marilyn did not return. Though I had bedded late I woke early, for guilt was not a sleep inducer.

We'd gone to that stupid concert, there was a riot, and I ran.  I ran, not even thinking about her.

It was on the news, then crushed, as is not unusual when one lives in a place under control of others.

I tidied the place, completed rituals and stepped from my home, onto the road en route to the bus stop when an UPs hover downed, I was stunned, flung into it, tied to a flater, carried away.

What had I done?

The stun shot wore off before we reached, not the police station, but the roof of Park Tower, the highest building in Byro.

I couldn't pen the divert when I scoped five Zerks. The cops were taking me to their flyer. They were giving me to the Zerks!

Why?

I could have shouted and begged, but did the Zerks understand human language?

My hands were manacled to the sides of the flater, my feet to the bottom, I could not break the cuffs, and even were I to do so, what would be the prize?

The flight was horrible, I'd never been in space before, never wished to, innately knowing that man was not meant to fly, especially not beyond the atmosphere of a planet.

My prayers garbled in the pain of g forces, and before I was fully conscious I was carried by the Zerks into a room, my cuffs opened and I was left, utterly alone.

Light poured in from the window, I could see Beta Mar, then suddenly it began to shrink and it took minutes to realise we were moving away, so fast, and then, it was dark. Dark with obscene thin streaks of colour, chaotic, I turned my back. The room was dark, so dark.

A cable of dull orange light went about the room in an irregaular outline. As my eyes adjusted I could see the beams of the space ship.

And it was nearly silent, save the vibration of the ship. And my beating heart.

What had I done? What crime had I committed that the UPs would abduct me, that the Zerks would take me?

What crime had I committed?