Planet One Drop

By Hopeton Gray

The book is a science fiction and it is about an imaginary world where the new inhabitants can have some fun. The two newly occupied downgraded planets were, Planet One Drop and Planet Rabox.

The world was in trouble because of a massive nuclear reactor meltdown just like Chernobyl but it was on a bigger scale, and then much else besides.

As a timing of good faith, our planet earth was baled out of their apparent demise by their alliance with the Aliens of planet Rabox. An exchange program was initiated by Planet Rabox which became the building block for all three planets.

The Rastronauts and the Untouchable people became the protagonist of this new space age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Feb 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479765621

Hopeton Gray

The author is just a regular guy who reaches out to the masses, therefore sharing his experiences. He also wishes to edify those who might have an interest in literature. He was born in Jamaica, grew up in South London, and now lives in Sydney, Australia. I am my Father’s son, A clone, a mutant, Crying-out-loud man; I’m the Big Man’s son, No pun, it’s so much fun. I’m my father’s son— George Gray, you are the best, Oh, blessed Father.

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Contents

PREMINARIES

Dedication

About The Author

Abstract

LIST OF CHAPTERS

1.    Global War And Discord

2.    The Reality

3.    The Rescue Mission

4.    Protocol

5.    The Chosen Few

6.    Journey To Higher Heights

7.    Planet One Drop

8.    The Second Journey

9.    Paradise Planet

10.   No Place Like Home

11.   The Next Day

12.   Planet Rabox

13.   Cosmic Friendship

14.   Reflections Or-Dejavu

15.   Nirvana

16.   Independence Day

The Finale

Bibliography

Dedication

This science fiction novel, ‘Planet One Drop’ is a gift to the literary world at large.

I give thanks and credence to my Jamaican Roots and to all the people who have influenced me along the way; viz. family and friends.

Some experiences in life can be harsh but it is all necessary to exude the full potential of a person. Like a cake the mixture is all messy but the finished product is aromatic and tasty. This applies to us all in the end what we see and what we do is all good.

I therefore give thanks to everyone for enjoying a beautiful life.

‘God defend the right-(Dieu defen l’droit) and that what matters, it was my school’s motto at Spencer Park School in London.

About The Author

The Author is a Jamaican born poet and novelist who is modest and yet worldly.

He came from a scientific back ground but has a literary flair because of his vivid imagination which might be deemed unusual.

The Author spent his teenage years in South London and Brixton. He lived with the immigrant population for many years to which he was a part of. This has left a lasting impression on his psyche to express himself as a likely Crusader to mitigate the suffering cargo cult syndrome that still exist.

His youthful surroundings in Montego Bay and South London gave the author hope and that fighting spirit that he continually gets up after being repeated knock down; and such his character-a feisty fighter.

Abstract

This was my first finished novel but by God’s mystic wand it was never published internationally and now is the time for such an advent.

It is a Science Fiction story which takes place in the next century-the year 2136 AD; no one alive now will be amongst the living in that time. It is a new world a new millennium.

In this time the world was controlled by Big Brother; NASA and its administration monitored by strategic satellites. There were three classes of people and they were; the ruling class (the Elites), the Workers they were the educated as well as the artisans, and finally the Untouchables this was the isolated class known as the Rastaman.

The Rasta people were marginalized and targeted because of sabotage.

Amends were made and a new world was evolved.

The coalition between the tri-planets, Planet One Drop, Planet Rabox and mother Earth gave us a second chance for a continued existence.

CHAPTER ONE

GLOBAL WAR AND DISCORD

June the 21st in the year 2136 AD became a remarkable day that we earthlings will always remember. In addition this day marks the winter and summer solstice in the Northern and Southern hemisphere. There was an explosion and its impact were sudden, the world was in deep pain; indeed this was a catastrophe of the greatest magnitude that we had ever experienced. It was a duplex nuclear fall out and the effect was worst than being nuked. The Chernobyl Nuclear Plant disaster occurred a long time ago-26th of April 1986 in Ukraine, although there were mass contamination and destruction it was indeed a baby compared to this disaster.

North and South Korea had joined forces since the latter part of the 21st century; they were operating as a bipartisan coalition regime. However it was in North Korea that the nuclear accident had occurred. Big Brother NASA’s reconnaissance cameras painted a grim global picture of the aftermath.

The plutonium rods from the Reactor had melted away therefore disturbing the earth’s Teutonic plates, it had a domino effect. What ensued was unbelievable, there were instant tsunamis, land slides, sunken Islands and earthquakes; a total upheaval, then along came the dreaded twisters, typhoons and hurricanes. Global warming was also a confrontation. The earth’s atmosphere was contaminated with toxic dust and dense soot along with spontaneous flaring fires-flash fires.

The twelve billion people that existed in that time were now reduced to less than one half; in a matter of a few weeks after the incident a mere five point five billion people were the survivors.

The President of the United States of America was on the rampage as he mobilized all his military might to mitigate this catastrophe. He then simultaneously addressed the Secretary of State, the Secretary of Defense, homeland Security, and General George McIntosh the four star general. He was of African descent; similar to General Colin Powell a Jamaican born, he became the 65th United States Secretary of States under the Bush administration.

The President then spoke, You are my strongest arm of the defense force so please hear my plea. I am the President of the United States, the fourth Afro-American and my name is President Jomo Kwame. My ladies and gentlemen we are in deep trouble; we have a world disaster upon our hands-indeed it’s a mighty crisis. Let us put international rescue to work to see what the world might salvage, there is much to do so let’s get on with it. I am now over and out, my administration would be happy to hear your modus operandii and it’s urgent. People I therefore bid you all Good day-adieu.

The delivery of the message was by simulcast, a visual relay. The President and his two body guards felt instantly groggy as they sweated profusely, they then began to stagger around the spinning room. A noxious gas was infiltrated into the room, it then became misty and all three men staggered and coughed, gasping for breath. They could hear the hazy sound of one militia as he then spoke from outside the locked door, ‘Senor, I believe they are done’. Another then shouted in glee, Closure time my friends, so let’s march in-the bastards must be dead by now!

Their laser gun was energized the door flew open with an electronic hum. All three men then invaded the Red Room of the President. The bearded leader looked more like a Mexican Gringo. He then walked around the fallen corpse with a pensive menace. He went closer lifting the corpse’s head and then released it like a rag doll to ascertain that their death was unequivocal. He then exclaimed in his Spanish accent, I believe we have achieved the inevitable gentlemen!’ He then began to laugh, ‘oh, by the way our time is up let’s scram.

The Gringo then kissed his hand as he retreated, then mimicked, ‘me amigo, adios senor President’.

The security alarm came back on in an instant and then the invaders disappeared in a flash. The Whitehouse security went into a buzz, it was a state of chaos and they were all over the place but the culprits were nowhere in sight.

The Secretary of Defense John Burkstein was the first on the scene and he was outraged at the sight of three dead men lying in front of him. He then uttered, Oh my God it can’t be! He then stood back agape as he then exclaimed, ‘In the name of God this is the assignation of the United States President-unbelievable?"

The Secretary and his associates gave orders through their intranet communicator. His last request stated, "Let the paramedics bring a few body bags, oh my God what a mess’.

Within a short while plastic suited men clad with transparent mask and oxygen tanks on their backs came rushing through. The leader of the pack then shouted via an external microphone perched at the side of his head, ‘quarantine the area fast, the radiation counter has gone haywire; shut down the zonal screens!"

The area was deemed contaminated they therefore had to depressurize all affected areas. The emergency exhaust system kicked in which abated the emissions.

The chief security officer Lieutenant Colin Brooks made his point, ‘What a job? The perpetrators froze the entire staff as if comatose they we were all suspended in time and space-at that time all systems were jammed".

The Secretary of defense John Burkstein then murmured, hmm… that’s how the militia did it eh, well so far it’s an assumption isn’t it?-have you consider that it could be an inside job? The Lieutenant replied, It’s a possibility Sir—an inside job would be considered treason by the constitution, quality control during the audit will address all those issues Sir.

Lieutenant Colin Brooks then saluted clipping his heels. He then made an about turn shrouded in his protective jump suit and ventilated mask, he then continued his quest for finite inspection of the White House.

The news media had already received the televised transcript which was broadcast worldwide. The fourth Afro American President was assassinated in his private quarters and this was breaking news. The media had a field day there were too much in terms of news broadcast.

The British ABC made their report as the newscaster then started,

My name is Sean McKenzie reporting for ABC London. This is breaking news. Early this morning about 5.50am the White house in Washington, United States of America and its surroundings were in a lock down mode for security purposes. The flamboyant President, the fourth Afro American President was assassinated. It is alleged that there might be an inside leak. The White House is a crime seen and the investigation continues; several people are now helping the police in their investigation. Thank you for listening to ABC/London world news will continue our report of the assassination and of the world nuclear fall out in the Korea Republic which is still claiming lives.

The few survivors were huddled inside some hidden enclave or covertly hidden in their bomb shelters it was a time when every living soul were on the alert to hear any media broadcasts. It was a suspenseful time when the media was in control.

It was prime time news again when the Secretary of States Ms. Barbara Stefan-Armstrong made her announcement. She started out in a flurry as she stared over her turquoise colour spectacles. She then said, "Ladies and gentlemen and the people of America I must say this is the worst international disaster that we earthlings have ever experienced; it’s a real snowball. To compound the crisis our President was murdered, I believe that this is global anarchy at its best. This politically is treachery and of course high treason. We Americans are the Super-power, the biggest Empire ever on earth. We have had Barrack Obama our first Afro-American to be a President of this great nation. The man who coined the phrase, ‘Yes we can!’ He was an excellent President and a fantastic role model.

Now we had the fourth black President of the United States of America, two days ago he was alive and well-the late and great Jomo Kwame. Now I’m shell shocked, oh what a tragedy? He was a charismatic black man and he led us through troubled times. Our ruling Icon was killed under our very eyes by unknown militias. We have had many wars before, we have had the cold war with the USSR when our Astronauts became the first to set foot on the moon, remember what Neil Armstrong said when he first stepped on the moon, ‘one small step for man and one giant step for mankind’. My people and people of the world we have conquered adversary time and time again, but our war right now is of a different kind.

We have a world disaster upon our hands and this is the time to engage International rescue to salvage what we can. As you might know this is a joint venture with coalition Europe, the United Nations and NASA".

She paused, cleared her throat and then continued; Our greatest quest at this moment is to nominate a new President. We have short listed a few Senators that fit the profile with the necessary prerequisites which will to be instrumental in that coveted position. Remember our Constitution will live on forever. At our next broadcast we will announce the interim President of The United States of America and of the World.

The Secretary of States then added, God bless America-land of the brave and the free! We are here to save ourselves and the world at large but right now there is an impasse-oh God what a crisis?

The press conference was over the Administration was determined to put things right and to prove our might when all seem to fail. The Secretary of States Ms. Barbara Stephan-Armstrong was then rushed by a legion of reporters speaking to her through smart phones capturing every visual and vocal iota. She was whisked away by her body guards, her panache was as dignified as the Queen. She was rushed along with a repeated murmur, ‘No comment; . . . ; no-no… no comment".

She finally made a statement before her escape, The media and people of Planet Earth, America runs under a protocol regime which is unstoppable and through adversity comes strength-goodbye all.

The bullshit, red tape marginality, and hence the bureaucracy was side stepped for an interim President. A Southerner was chosen by the Elite Administrative panel. He was the Governor of Montgomery/Alabama, a staunch left wing patriarch. Although the Klu Klux Klan was now extinct and all men were now considered equal he was a man of that genre, a Red Neck Southerner.

There was a right hand salute with the Bible exposed as he then made his allegiance to the entire America. The Pentagon was the venue for the inaugural ceremony. The security was tight there were sharp shooters and cameras covertly positioned all about. The air went hush the cameras came on and the screens became animated with the new President of America.

He then said, I am privileged to be an American citizen especially in this time of crisis—to the entire world, God bless America. Yesterday I Buddy Davenport was governor of Montgomery; today I am the President of America-what about that and our American dream? There was a pause