The Peter Pan Syndrome
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My story is set in the future, where Gene Control apparently sets the ground rules in every country and civilisation in most areas is confined to huge domes with artificial weather systems. Health both physical and mental is dealt with by the Government of each civilisation if necessary by altering peoples genes. Should anything go wrong with genetic interference, it is not unusual for people to disappear.
There are rebels, who hate being controlled. Some have escaped to Outside, where plants grow uncontrolled and which is thought to be lawless, backward and uncivilised. However, a majority of residents love the controlled weather system, which never interferes with pleasurable activities (it rains only at night!); has a moon, sun and stars which appear to revolve around the system, a crop-growing facility and farming including horses, cows, poultry, orchards etc.
People can live as long as they like for hundreds of years if desired and children can stay as children for as long as they (and their parents) wish. There are robots for servants; there is an education system and hospitals etc., etc. everything you could wish for!
However, not everyone is happy with the situation the children in particular. The story is about one family in particular, Katie and Ian Stone, their children, Michael and Sarah and their experiences in (and out of) Gene Control.
Gillian Lyden
Gillian Grace Lyden was born in 1933 in Worcester. When the Second World War started in September 1939, Gillian, then six, and her father George Pearce needed to evacuate to Little Aston while her mother Grace Blanche Hines-Pearce and her younger brother Gordon stayed in Worcester with their Great Aunt Florence and her husband James Turton. Her education started early in West Bromwich at Beeches Road Junior Infants’ School. From 8 to 18 years of age, she attended St Johns Junior School for Girls and Worcester Grammar School for Girls respectively. She also attended Trent Park Training College from 1951-1953 and was trained as an infants’ teacher. In 1955, she married George Kenneth Millington, a music teacher turned organiser of music in Rochdale. They had a daughter, Rachel Fay Georgette born on 10 February 1969. Gillian and Kenneth divorced in 1972. Gillian and Rachel then moved to Stevenage. Gillian was a Teacher-In-Charge of Music, Art and Display when she was introduced to Cyril Thomas Lyden. She married him in 1975 and she was then appointed to Teacher-In-Charge of a 24 place Nursery Unit in Maidenhall Infants School in Luton. In 1977, when the Nursery Unit expanded to 100 place Unit, Gillian got promoted to a higher scale. She became pregnant but had miscarriage. Gill and Cy divorced in 1985. Her daughter Rachel married Philip Green in 1986. They had three children – Rebecca, Aron and Philip. But they got divorced in late 1990s. Gillian retired from teaching in 1992 but she did supply work – mostly music to infants’ schools for a few years after that. Her final retirement was in 2000. She met Colin John Toten in 1995 and now lives in Kensworth, Bedfordshire.
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The Peter Pan Syndrome - Gillian Lyden
PART ONE
The city was hot and stuffy—no air-conditioning in the streets between the ever burgeoning buildings. Probably irritated by the heat in the airless streets the children were marching for the third time that year. Banners flapped above their heads. THE TIME IS NOW!
and RIGHTS FOR CHILDREN!" and the longest:-
"WE WANT WORK NOT PLAY—LET US GROW UP TODAY!"
I wonder what started them off this time Sir?
The Minister for Subject Monitoring (applied to both people and paperwork!) addressed his superior, whose bull neck and craggy jaw belied the well-coiffured blonde waves adorning his head. The steely-blue eyes narrowed as he responded, "I don’t know, but I think you’ll agree it is not going to go away—we have to do something about it. The Head of Combined Affairs (H.C.A.) Jack Bailey, was running out of patience.
What are your plans Minister?"
Everything is under control, Sir.
Jim knew better than to address his boss as ‘Jack’ when he was in a mood like this. We are going to operate the automatic street cleaners if they don’t respond to our requests.
There was a short silence as the Head evaluated this information. Hmm-mm,
Jim could see him stroking the waves at the back of his head as he thought, Well. A blast of cold water up the trouser leg should cool their tempers I suppose, but if it doesn’t work, and they march again before the end of the year I shan’t be able shirk my responsibility. To be honest, your job is on the line Jim!
The video link was cut off.
CHAPTER 1
The sun was hot, but a chill breeze blew in off the sea, ruffled Katy Stone’s blonde curls and whipped up goosebumps on her smooth, creamy skin. She shivered. Her husband, Ian, lying in a depression in the sand felt only the heat of the sun, Cold?
he said incredulously, then noticing her hair fluttering in the breeze, Come here and let me warm you!
He pulled her down to him and held her close, his face in the hollow of her neck, God! How I love you!
He mumbled against her skin, feeling the same exquisite pang as on the first day he saw her on this very beach.
I love you too,
Katy laughed, "I’ll never tire of you—or this beach. Do you remember—?
Yes.
their eyes met in complete and loving understanding, Can you stand another hundred years?
Two hundred!
laughed Katy, pulling away from him, We’d better pack our things and leave—it’s getting late.
Their children came running from the sea, scattering icy drops in a chattering shiver,
Oo-v-v-v-v! It’s freezing!
Sarah grabbed a towel, and wrapping it around her shoulders, flung herself on the sand by Ian. Dry my back, Dad!
She began to dry her feet with a corner of the towel, sand and all.
Wait! Get rid of the sand first.
Katy leant across and poured handfuls of dry sand over Sarah’s shins and feet, M-m-mm! Nice and warm.
Sarah luxuriated in the attention as she marvelled for the thousandth time how the hot, dry sand soaked up the water and left her feet dry and warm. Michael, scorning help, stood drying his hair, his body already dry. I’m getting tired of this beach.
he said truculently, his dark brows fixed in a frown, We’ve been coming here for years!
Sara was pulling on her top.
You’re an old misery!
she laughed, Always complaining!
She suddenly leapt forward and pulled at a spike of his hair. Come on—let’s look for shells and crabs in the rock pools!
Ouch! I’ll get you for that!
Only five minutes, kids!
Ian shouted after them. They waved in acknowledgement and rushed towards the rocks.
Together Katy and Ian packed together the bags, towels and beach toys. I know it’s old-fashioned,
Ian said, but I do like coming to the beach like this at week-ends—it’s much more invigorating than the pool with it’s air-conditioning, artificial plants and predictable waves!
And dangerous too!
Katy smiled, looking at him knowingly. She was aware of his delight in the challenge of the natural waves. They sat down to wait for the children. Ian frowned, I hope the march has finished by the time we get back—I don’t want Michael upset again.
Sure to have finished—don’t worry, he hasn’t mentioned it for weeks!
She saw the children running back from the rocks
We might as well start climbing the cliff—they’ll soon catch up with us!
The children caught up with and passed them before they reached the top, It’s all very well for you!
shouted their father, You have nothing to carry!
We could have brought ‘Buttle’, Katy said wistfully as she struggled with the picnic things and the towels,
he would have carried everything."
"He is wonderful, but he is only a robot—he would probably have rolled down the bank and deprogrammed himself, then we would have had to send him back to the Centre and do without him for a week! They halted just over the top of the cliff to catch their breath and saw the children hopping up and down with impatience by the Transporter—Government approved, re-programmable and non-disposable ‘Hoverbug’ (‘Don’t be dense! Well worth the expense!
so ran the sales pitch)—and so it had proved. Many of their friends and work colleagues had bought cheaper models and lived to regret it when they had run out of useful life in the middle of long journeys with all the embarrassment of being stuck in the mandatory Airtrac, holding up all the traffic, then being hauled off the Way by the ancient but still serviceable heliporter, dumped at Disposal and left to find their own way home!
The parking area was empty but for their Transporter—Katy thought the beach was not as popular as it ought to be. They hovered out onto the Way. As Ian touched the controls, the Autohover bug contacted the travel beam smoothly, ready to hover them effortlessly to the city. Ian breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into the comfort of his seat, it was good to know that he could leave the journey to Programming—150 km was a long way after a day at the beach!
He passed his hand across a blue light on the instrument panel and the bug was filled with the sound of soothing music.
Not this old stuff again!
Michael complained. I’m fed up with being a child! I don’t get to decide anything, you and Mum do it all for me.
"Oh! Not that again, mocked Sarah,
You should make the most of it—you can’t go back once you’ve grown up. I think I’d like to stay a child for ever!"
You wait until you’ve been a child as long as I have, Sister!
Michael wagged an aggressive finger at her. Ninety years is a long time!
Don’t argue kid!
Ian sat up and turned to look at Michael, We’ll talk about it at home, perhaps it is time we let you decide what you want to do.
Katy’s hand caught at his arm. She did not speak but the unshed tears in her eyes spoke for her. Ian placed his hand over hers and smiled at her compassionately, The time has to come.
He said quietly, then, How about we turn the seats around and have a nice old fashioned game of bridge?
The children acquiesced eagerly as they had been learning bridge skills for some years and Michael in particular liked to beat his parents.
The arrival warning went off towards the end of the deciding game (they were one rubber all, kids against parents, having had a breaks for drinks, snacks and naps)—the kids were winning. There was a bleep from the dash-board,
Warning call. 10 minutes to arrival at turn-off. Please access the controls.
They finished the hand. The voice became more high-pitched "Seats not adjusted: Seats not adjusted: 5 minutes to turn-off." Ian and Kathy quickly adjusted their seats to face forward and Ian took the wheel ready to exit the beam and take over from Airtrac just before the junction, leaving the kids to put