The Rebellion: Children of Two Futures Part 6

By G. J. Winters

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Song of Teeth, Chains of Darkness, The Magaram Legends, Requiem For a Dream, The Night Sculptor, Children of Time and now, Children of Two Futures...

The Society has been destroyed, but Tsumetai has not given up

The conclusion lies in the rebellion

Remaining agents of the Society have been found in the city of Hong Kong, and it is now up to Kenneth and Savannah to find them and finish what they were tasked to do.

Hong Kong is on the verge of starting a rebellion—what they will gain from this, nobody knows, but Kenneth and Savannah have a feeling that Tsumetai is behind all of it.

Time is of the essence, and they have to act quickly. If they don’t find Tsumetai and stop the rebellion soon, Kenneth and Savannah might end up dead in the 73rd century.

The fourteenth day is just around the corner; will two days be enough to bring an end to all of this? Will there be enough time for them to finally come home?

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“Oh well, if you're here, you might as well come in. I'm Zan Gopal, owner of the Gopal Corporation, the Gopal Complex and so on and so forth. Terribly impressive if you're poor, not at all impressive if you have wealth and power of your own.”

A moment passed before Savannah realized that the elevator connected directly from the reception area to Zan Gopal's personal room. While she considered the large man sitting in front of her, Kenneth emerged from the elevator, putting his hand in Savannah's back pocket again. Savannah glanced at him, trying to figure out why he wanted to do that. He stuck his tongue out at her.

Jolaia followed, then Unquill. Jolaia announced everyone to Zan, and then said, “My apologies for disturbing you. However, there is a matter of grave urgency I wish to discuss with you.”

Zan scratched his chest. He said, “Matters are always urgent, aren't they? People always do everything at breakneck speed. They never sit down to think about what they are doing. That's how people are. Rushing, rushing, and always rushing everywhere. It's all so tiresome.

“Do you know, I spent all morning looking at the glass coffin hoping you wouldn't show up today? Perhaps you'd contracted the measles, I thought. Or got bitten by a mosquito and died. Perhaps the world would implode before I had to listen to you. Yet, here you are, ready, willing and able. So out with it, if you like. Tell me what's brought you here.”

Jolaia seated herself across from Zan. The chair creaked beneath her weight. She said, “There's a rebellion getting ready to happen in this city.”

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Dec 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310356179

G. J. Winters

G.J. Winters “fell into” writing when a well-meaning teacher of his submitted his Creative Writing assignment for publication in the school paper. The local paper picked up the article and asked G.J. for publishing rights, to which the young G.J. agreed with some hesitation, as he felt “that wasn’t one of my best writings at the time.” The reality was that this article was written when G.J. was a junior in high school.The article, which was a fictionalized version of a local myth surrounding a famous abandoned house near a swamp, was an assignment turned in as part of a mid-term exam. The teacher, Miss Mendez, thought G.J.’s writing was “exemplary” and showed “natural, raw writing talent for a person his age." The assignment called for “providing details to a local urban myth – provide background, using a local resident’s POV, and close with a vague hint of authenticity and realism."The story, entitled “The Old Mansion by the Swamp,” appeared in the high school paper as a short story, but was later serialized in the local paper in 6 parts. G.J. added more characters and even a sub-story (which later became a story of its own, “I Was Shirley Massey” – a story which centered on a member of the fictional family who resided in the Massey Mansion in the late 70s and disappeared without a trace).With the success of both of his original series, G.J. thought to venture into writing longer stories, this time with futuristic themes, as he has always been fascinated with travelling through time, future crimes, apocalyptic themes, and stories set in civilizations from the future.G.J. identifies with sci-fi writers such as Isaac Asimov (“Kept me awake through most evenings in college.”) and Margaret Peterson Haddix (“My girlfriend at the time had fits of jealousy over my fanatical tendencies towards this author.”).G.J. holds a degree in Chemistry, is an intern at the R&D division of a pharmaceutical manufacturing company, and lives with girlfriend Deidre, a magazine editor.

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The Rebellion

By GJ Winters

Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, companies and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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Day Twelve

Chapter One

TO: UNQUILL HESTER and Party

From: President Kunan Y. Slaan, President of Jakarta, Acting Council of Thirds

Subject: Status Update and New Orders

I'm writing this letter to you because members of the Councils of Thirds have started showing up. I won't have time to send you a video message or to put information into the central computer as usual. One of the Councilmen is named Zan Gopal. He's fat, and not very pleasant. That's about all I can say about him for now.

As per your suggestion, I warned the Soonseen about the coming attack upon their home planet. They took it a lot better than I thought they would. They are, as ever, a mysterious race of beings.

Our science claims they are made partly of protoplasm. I wonder if that's true. I wonder if we've really got the measure of them because they certainly have the measure of us.

Zan's informants-or so he calls them-have found agents of the Society in Hong Kong. There's something big going on down there. By now, I'm sure you know that I'm going to tell you to go there. I will also be sending Officer Unpo to assist you, if possible. He seems worn out, though he won't admit it. Please treat him well.

A bit of information about what's going on in Hong Kong. Some revolutions have what is called a flash point. This is a singular, unique event that has the effect of galvanizing everyone into action. Most often, people do not recognize the event until after it happens. There's only the potential for it to happen. From what Zan has said, and from what I have been able to learn for myself, Hong Kong can turn into a flash point.

The question is not, perhaps, what will happen, but WHY will it happen-and possibly, what will happen afterwards as well.

As you may or may not be aware, the Far West regions of China, Japan, and the Asian States have been restless since the fall of the Unbroken Tower and the demise of the Council of Thirds. They have always been an autonomous region, difficult to control. Their desire for independence has become all the more pronounced since the central computer came back online.

I have learned from first-hand experience that the Council of Thirds has taken an inordinate amount of control over what happens in each region. The people of each region have, over time, come to resent the rule of whom they call the sky people. They are us, we are not them-this is what they say. The influential citizens of each region find it profitable to support these nationalist feelings, since they themselves will profit by doing so.

The people desire independence, but their regional leaders want control to pass from the Council, which is myself, to themselves. Thus far, I have tried to encourage each region's leader to make their own decisions. If it should come down to revolution and revolt, I don't want it to be said that I wrested all the control for myself. At least, the official record will reflect this. What the leaders choose to tell their people is another matter.

Hong Kong is going to be a beta test for the world revolution. What the Society hopes to gain from this, I don't know. That much isn't clear, and that's what I am sending you to find out. This is a fact-finding mission. If you get caught up in any events, I want you to leave the area. Don't stick around. Officer Unpo's primary purpose is to protect you.

For further information on Hong Kong, its leaders and its political situation, please refer to a folder called Far West Flash Point. You should find it in the usual place.

Wishing you success,

KY Slaan

Chapter Two

THE SEA DISPLAYED a light blue color in the morning sunlight. The orange hues of a sunrise had given way to a clear blue sky. A slight breeze traveled over the deck of the ship, carrying with it the scent of fresh sea air, mixed with the faint odor of salt.

Three seagulls flew ahead of the ship, riding air currents visible only by the pattern of their flight. A widening trail of white foam spread out from behind the ship as it moved through the water at a moderate, methodical speed.

The deck of the ship shone brightly, having just been scrubbed clean as the sun was rising. Kenneth emerged from a cabin down below. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, and he rubbed his eyes with his fist. He had expected to be seasick, yet he had not been. Nor had Savannah or Unquill.

The rocking undulations of the ship had not bothered them at all. The ship's crew appeared not to notice this movement, yet after departing in the middle of the night and then sleeping on the ship, Kenneth