Passion, Sex and Technology

By Aqualite

Passion,Sex and...Technology. Is the fourth book from the writer Aqualite. Aqualite writes about a writer by the name Starlite which starts a fight against thechnology and gets in trouble with the law, but becomes a national hero for females, like feminists and also gay women. whilst in Prison she finds passion,and illicit sex; when released she follows her main passion: traveling around the world. A book of challenge, adventure and wit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483661803

Aqualite

Aqualite originates from Europe, in the past, she has published two poetry books; influenced by her life story she wrote this novel which is based in the UK. This book is anti-technology and anti-law. Aqualite has travelled around the world to gather information to write her books. In this book she gets in all sorts of adventures and antics, she is a writer, she becomes a hero, and she gets in trouble with the law. And she finds passion whilst in Prison.

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CHAPTER 1

The Worlds ‘Book Worms’ (readers) begin to feel threatened by the newly released electronic books, where you don’t have to manually turn the book pages, you just click on a button, you don’t have the suspense of the next chapter before you turn the pages.

Also there’s the bright light coming from the screen of these electronic books, which may affect your eye sight.

All these reasons brought the ‘Book Worms’ together in a gathering about how important it is to keep a good old fashion book rather than an electronic gadget.

Starlite is a new author, and also finds it difficult to accept these electronic books, she wonders what’s the future of new and old books, and their Authors.

Well . . . she thinks

. . . Probably, the authors will still be there, writing for these new gadgets, it is the future of book writing that is threatened!

She looks online to see the prices of these gadgets, and they seem very expensive, but then again, they are novelty and they have lots of books stored in the memory.

Then ‘Starlite’ decides to browse around old and new bookshops, touches the front covers of several books and wonders if she will have the same sensation when touching electronic books.

Yeah, these new machines will be the future of tomorrow and as a book writer I will be FINISHED!

Even though, the big companies will still need writers to write for these gadgets, will there be fame for the Authors, or ‘Press releases’, signing Autographs, people giving you compliments about the wit and imagination of your stories.

Do I buy one of those gadgets to learn more about it, or do I stick to my guns, and keep on buying and writing a good old book?!

Whilst I was wondering what to do, two people whispering caught my attention.

Book gathering tonight . . . They were saying.

I would hate to see all these Bookshops closing down, I wish we could come up with a solution.

So, I interrupted them and asked No offense, but I heard you talking about book gathering . . .

Sorry, we got to go. They interrupted me.

But I’m a writer, I would like to meet other people that want to save books!

Ok, come with us, and we will show you where we gather together, but first we want to know about you!

Well, my name is ‘Starlite’ and I write poetry and novels, and whilst I was browsing online, right in front of me… there was an advert about electronic books for £85, only then it ‘Hit me’, that normal books were in danger, and that’s my story!

Well, we will meet you at Waterloo tube station, and then show you the way from there . . .

Waterloo?? That’s a bit faraway just for a gathering! I commented.

Faraway? We are only going to meet you there, half way, the gathering is actually even further away; we will meet you at waterloo, and then we get the train to Surbiton and that’s the last STOP . . .

. . . by the way, we still have to walk to this hotel that rents us the conference room for the gathering, then we are there! They said sarcastically.

Couldn’t you find a place a bit more near to London, or within London?! I asked.

You joking? Places in London are damn expensive and they are not big enough, they cost ‘an arm and a leg’; besides, people are very nosy in London, like the police, they don’t have much to do these days, they may become suspicious, and raid the place thinking it is terrorism!

Alright, I’ll meet you at Waterloo; when is the next gathering?

You are in luck, next meeting is tomorrow, eight o’clock; we will meet you at quarter past seven, at Waterloo.

It’s a deal, I’ll be there. I said and left the bookshop, and we went separate ways.

It is summer now, and I don’t know much about the UK apart from London, Kent and the seaside; though, I do know a bit about Surbiton, there was a college for women, right near the train station, but as I live in Hackney, it is a bit of a long journey.

My days were getting busier and busier; I found myself a part time job with a charity.

I’m writing my next book (two poetry books and two novels), though, I’m not very famous yet; at the same time I’m moving to a new place. I was living in a rented room, now I was moving to a flat. In a weeks time I was going to have the decorators fixing the carpets; though, the walls I painted myself, as I did in a flat I had in Spain. So it is an achievement that I’m successful at so many things.

In the next day, I was going to be very busy, but I was looking forward to my first book gathering.

At 11 o’clock I went to my job as ‘Newsletter officer’ at a charity for Women who are locked up or suffering from distress; I was responsible for publishing a newsletter, together with my supervisor. We printed poems, artwork (and activities), that these women sent to us. I had some of my poems printed too, and some of my poems I used as lyrics for songs, which is another thing I’m doing, recording songs at college;

So, I’m a writer, singer, worker, and now a book gathering member; also, once a year, I join a feminist parade to fight for women’s rights all over the world, though this parade takes place in central London (near Trafalgar square).

Our new newsletter (which goes out every two months), was ready to print, so, I put the address stickers on the envelopes, ready to go out to our members, all members of our charity help with the job of putting the newsletters in the envelopes and seal them; put stamps on them, and there they go, ready for the women members to read.

When I finished work, I went straight to Waterloo tube station, I’m quite good with moving around the tube stations to get to my destinations, so as usual I was twenty minutes early, but looking forward to knowing what all this gathering was about.

I sat at a cafe outside Waterloo station, wondering what was going to be the outcome of this gathering. Just as I had enough of waiting, my new acquaintances arrived with a smile, whilst I was a bit nervous about the whole thing.

Hi there, newcomer, looking forward to your first meeting?

Sure, just a bit anxious! I replied to them with a faint smile.

Well, don’t be nervous, it’s just a meeting, and we welcome all members.

Ok then, let’s go, and show me the way!

So we went to the train station at Waterloo and took the train to Surbiton.

The journey was soothing, and the good thing about trains is that you can admire the landscapes; the others were very quiet, so I decided to break the silence.

By the way, we haven’t introduced ourselves, as I told you I’m ‘Starlite’ but you can call me Ann!

Well, I’m Debbie and my mate is Pete. At least now they had a name to their faces.

So, what are we going to do at this gathering?! I asked and they seemed shocked.

SHUSH . . . They put a finger to their lips, as if to tell me to shut up.

. . . We are not meant to discuss this subject in public places!

Why not, you found me at the library because you were talking about this meeting!

Yes, but it could have been a wrong person, we were lucky that you were interested in our talking about books, you could have been a detective, or just a nosy bugger!

Now that’s an unusual name, bugger; is not a word that a writer uses that often!

Yeah, but I’m not a writer I’m a reader, let’s wait until we get to our destinations, to talk about books. Debbie said a bit annoyed and with very reddish cheeks she finished the topic.

It didn’t take long to get to Surbiton, and a bit calmer, Debbie, shouted

We are here, let’s go!

Hurray, great! I shouted as well to show her that I was excited too, but she gave me a surprised glare when she heard me shouting.

Yeah, let’s go then! She finalized the shouting, and we got out of the train.

We got out of the train station, and I thought to my self, this better be good, because all these train tickets were getting a bit too expensive.

We walked out and went up the hill, past a college that I recognized, as it was a women residential college, and I’m very much into women things, not only colleges but also demonstrations, gay parades, or other sort of feminist manifestations.

We walked up the hill, past the college, turned right, and headed towards a hotel at the end of the street; as we got there we went to the reception and Pete asked the receptionist for the conference room; the receptionist recognized him and said

Certainly, you two know the way, up to the first floor, some of the others are already there.

Pete thanked the receptionist and Debbie lead the way up the stairs towards the conference room. She opened the door, and the conference room was medium size, there were two chairs at the back of the room, and all the other chairs were around the two chairs at the back of the room; I understood straight away that the two chairs facing the other chairs around it, were for the leaders, the other chairs were for the rest of the members.

I thought to my self, where ever you go there is always a leader/boss and there are followers, I suppose, there is never going to be equal rights.

Some of the members were already sitting in the chairs in the circle, some of them were standing up just having a ‘natter’ (slang for chat); then a middle aged woman, permed hair, like Margaret Thatcher, only that she had white hair, she was short and slim, she headed to the two main chairs. As soon as she entered the room, all the others sat in the chairs in a circle; soon we were all sitting down, only the chair next to the woman in the center, was empty. Soon the woman leader explained that the other woman leader wasn’t going to turn up, as she wasn’t feeling well today.

And to the new comers, I introduce my self, I’m Hybrid, that’s my pen name, as I’m a writer, my ordinary name is Mary, as it is too ordinary, I’d prefer to be called Hybrid. After she introduced herself, she kept on talking.

Now each one of you, introduce each other for those who don’t know each other.

Everyone took their turns to say their names and a bit about them selves; soon it was my turn, I was nearly the last one, and I was a bit nervous and shy.

Hi, I’m Starlite, a new writer, and new at this gathering. As most of you, I’m concerned with the future of book writing and reading, so here I am, with my new mates Debbie and Pete, who brought me here, that’s all!

Another two members, the last ones, introduced them selves, and then Hybrid thanked everybody, and made a summary of what topics we were going to talk about that night.

She also informed us, for those who didn’t know, that the gathering is once a month.

Today, we are asking anyone who has ideas to stop this madness going around with this new novelty the electronic books, which have a marketing name, which we don’t use, as we don’t want to have Legal Action taken against us if we get raided for some reason. Hopefully, we will never be betrayed, we know you are all trustworthy!

A fellow raised his hand, and Hybrid told him to speak.

Well, as we discussed in previous gatherings, we can do petitions, and keep on writing to the Mayor or the Prime Minister.

Yes, we’ve done that, the result was a ‘Thank you letter’ for your opinion, from the government, but most of the politicians, didn’t bother to write!

The member sat down as his suggestions didn’t seem to have much impact towards our goal, destruction of ‘Electronic books’.

The whole subject, seemed drastic, but as everything that is new, it is also considered a threat, maybe we can just live with it, instead of fighting it; I was deep in my thoughts, when Hybrid spoke again.

My dear members, it is time for us to do something that makes us taken seriously!

She paused, to see the impact caused on the members, we were looking at each other, wondering what she had in mind.

Yes dear members, we propose to take drastic measures. I suggest that we get some of these gadgets, the Electronic Books, and light them in front of the Prime Minister’s gate; . . . . She paused and then continued.

. . . Yes dear fellows, they won’t ignore that, they will take us seriously!

I couldn’t believe my ears, but found that suggestion a stupid idea, so, I interrupted Hybrid and the whispering from the members, and spoke.

Dear Hybrid, it is indeed a drastic measure, but is a silly and dangerous idea!

Why? Are you concerned with the Prime Minister?! Hybrid asked me.

No, simply, I find it silly and an expensive way of doing things; spending all that money in buying the Electronic Books just to set them on fire; is too damn expensive!

I paused, and an idea came to my head, as I could see Hybrid deadly glare at me.

I’ve got a less dangerous idea . . .

Go ahead then, what is this great idea? Hybrid asked annoyed.

Why not look for a very famous and precious book, and then steal it, when that comes on the news we can make our voices heard; of course, somebody will be arrested, but our voices will be heard!

Is a great idea, but precious books, are well protected by alarms and all sorts of security around them; since both of our ideas mean someone gets arrested, mine may be expensive but a easier way to make our voices heard. Anyway, in our next gathering, we will discuss these new ideas, for today, we will finish with our slogan!

Hybrid smiled and everyone shouted

The writing, the touch and the look; is all we want from a good book!

Debbie and Pete left the conference room, and I followed them, then after we were a bit further from the hotel, Debbie let go a long breath and broke the silence.

You know your idea is much better than Hybrid’s idea. They are both dangerous, but, with your idea, we can get away with only one person being arrested, whilst with Hybrid’s, we will all get arrested and our place will be raided!

Tank U! I said grateful for her support.

Well, lets get the train back, and split up at Waterloo, until the next gathering! Debbie said and Pete nodded.

So, at Waterloo, we said goodbyes, and we agreed that we would meet at the conference room at the next gathering, unless something more important happened. Just in case we exchanged mobile numbers and split.

I took the tube to Hackney where I lived. But soon I was going to get my own flat from Islington council, as the truth was: even though, I’m a writer, I didn’t make much money out of my writing. Poetry books don’t sell very much, so, I applied for a council flat.

CHAPTER 2

I was taken by my own idea, stealing a precious book to make our voices heard, but I wasn’t sure about going along with it by myself; I couldn’t really be that upset with technology, after all I used a laptop to write my book, and laptops are still a bit of a novelty too. A very expensive novelty, but practical.

So, I decided to get important things done first, get my own flat, write a novel, and do my newsletter at the charity where I worked at ‘Old Street’. I tried to get a flat near my job, but ‘Old street’ became a posh area lately, the flats are very expensive but unusually posh, and there are loads of student accommodation but still very dear, so, I applied for a council flat in Islington, which was the nearest area to my work.

The days were hot, it was summer, and I’m annoyed that my room does not have air-conditioning. The great news is…I GOT MY NEW FLAT.

This is the second council flat I went to see, and is more like a studio, very small, but the council said they only provide studios for single people, so I decided to take this one.

They gave me the keys and even gave me £200 pounds towards decorating the flat. It had a fitted kitchen, but the carpets were old. The wallpaper was dirty and old, so I stripped the wallpaper and all by my self I put up new white wallpaper. It was an achievement as all I had was a plastic chair which I used as a ladder, and did a good job. Done it before though, when I was living in sunny Spain. Me and another mate rented a four bedroom flat, just for the two of us, in a very cheap area of Andalusia, before I moved to the UK. So, I’ve done decorating before.

After finishing the walls, I decided to call someone to fit the carpets, unfortunately, there wasn’t a female for that job, I got two guys to fit the carpet.

I moved most of my possessions to the flat, except for the areas where they were fitting the carpets. I also brought my hamster with me, he required a lot of attention. Whilst the guys were fitting the carpet I was cleaning ‘Pet’ (my hamster’s name) cage, I heard the decorators opening the front door, I went to have a look and they were outside having a fag (cigarette). As they heard my footsteps, they went back to work. I went back to clean PET’s cage. After ten minutes, as PET was so quiet I looked around his fluffy bed but he wasn’t in there. I assumed he got out of the cage whilst I