Seeking A Safe Haven

By Terry Tumbler

This is an extract of the Space Opera

FUTURE WORLD ROLLS!

 It is set to Rock n' Roll and classical music, quite a few of the songs being entirely original and composed by the author.

 Set to Rock n' Roll and classical music

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sombrella
• Release date: Jul 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005548964

Terry Tumbler

I retired in 2004 and am now living with my wife in Spain, amongst the Spanish. For over 30 years I was in the computer industry, some of which were with IBM before I got itchy feet. Afterward, I worked as an Organisation & Methods specialist before moving into mainstream computing and becoming involved in installation, management, analysis and programming. I took up writing at an advanced age simply because I had the time and energy to do so.A keen blogger, especially recently on Brexit related politics, and equally importantly on outlandish matters associated with my area of creativity in writing. My exhaustive research on UFO reported incidents is for authenticity, with the results reflected primarily in my books.

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SEEKING A SAFE HAVEN

by

Terry Tumbler

Snippet Series Extract of

Future World Rolls!

Copyright

Copyright © Terry Tumbler 2019

The right of Terry Tumbler to be identified as the Author of this book has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

No resemblance is intended to any real person, living or dead.

This book is sold subject to the condition it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be circulated in any form or by any means, electronic or otherwise without the author’s prior consent.

ISBN 9781005548964

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Cover design by Terry Tumbler

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Author’s Notes

For new readers of Carousels of Life.

For a Sci-Fi book like this; what date would you elect as representative of the ‘distant future’? Would it be: 150 years, 1,000 years, or 2,000 years?

In comparison with the geological timescale, from the Pleistocene to the Archean eras, spanning millions to billions of years, this measure of the future is trivial.

In fact, this author views a future date of 2190 AD as the near future. The speed at which developments have taken place, at an escalating rate since the early 19th century, lead me to believe that the human race will lead a life in 2190 similar to that depicted in this book.

Use of the English language

The English used in this story represents what may well be in common use in 2190.

A cautionary warning.

Events depicted in the first few chapters of this book reflect aspects of social behavior that were previously typical of dominant alpha males. This was prior to the rejection of their bullying attitudes by feisty women, who began to stand up for themselves, before finally resorting to legal action in their quest for equality.

It should be borne in mind that in backward parts of the world, slavery and misguided sexual activities still exist.

Acknowledgments

A deep gratitude is felt towards those pioneers of music who gave us such enjoyment in our formative years. I yearned for the dream life that only they could lead, as our beacons of hope, whereas the rest of us lesser mortals had only the drudge of normality to cope with.

For a different reason, I admire those people who had the courage to speak out when they witnessed stars in the sky that were anything but.

On many fronts, now I know better.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife of many years.

Without her patience of me when I enter my brown study, her loyal and unwavering support, and endless tolerance of me in its preparation when I emerge, none of it would have been possible.

Contents

§  1: Every Breath You Take

§  2: Let’s Jump The Broomstick

§  3: House Of Fun

§  4: I'll Get You In The End

§  5: Put On Your Dancing Shoes

§  6: Do You Want To Know A Secret?

§  7: Keep on Running

§  1: Every Breath You Take

(Police)

Every Move you make

I’ll be Watching you.

Timeframe - early 1970s

It was a hot summer and the two FBI Agents stood at the counter in the welcoming shade of their local bar, sipping chilled beers and contemplating their latest, shared mission.

Charles, surname Bone, looked around to ensure they were alone, before he frowned as he brought up a vexatious topic.

This recruitment drive is out of the ordinary. I’m led to believe it’s for an unspecified third party and the executive order was given top priority by the Attorney General when allocated to our boss. Darned if I know why. He was referring to their immediate boss, the head of Counterintelligence, the division to which they both belonged.

Stan, surname Loren, agreed, It’s hardly our field of cover. Why give it high priority? We’re supposed to go after the law-breakers, not those who lead chaste lives!

Charles interceded, Yeah, this sort of stuff is normally handled by special surveillance teams, when people apply for sensitive jobs. I’ll bet those guys are involved as well, in view of the short time we have to get a result. Remind me again, how many do we have to identify?

Stan replied, At least a few thousand, whittling it down to less than a thousand. That’s what to aim for. Where they’ll be sent no one knows.

They’d been handed search profiles. Primarily, they were expected to identify clean living level-headed adults, living in conventional relationships, with some kids and no other dependants in the household. It didn’t matter if there were one or two breadwinners in the house, as long as they were of sober dispositions. Quarreling was okay as long as it didn’t turn ugly.

Charles gave a sigh, realizing how difficult it was going to be. Many were descendants of immigrants to the United States, who had originally fled from poverty and oppression, or faced going to jail elsewhere for criminal misdemeanors.

Most had memories of recent ancestors who had suffered a long, arduous journey across a vast ocean, during which they had faced hunger, deprivation, and vulnerability. On arrival, before they could hope to rise in society, they had been given little option but to seek lodgings in vermin-infested tenements and endure a struggle just to exist.

The more enterprising amongst them continued on their journey, to venture into the inland frontiers of the old Wild West, where they settled down. In the process, they innocently contributed to the demise of the Native American tribes.

Both special agents were aware of the significance of this recent history, and Charles felt it was unlikely that any of their descendants, as typified by himself, would willingly reveal the extent to which they were capable of behaving badly.

It wasn’t at all surprising when Stan echoed his own feelings, saying, Yup, still waters run deep.

They looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Both were recruited because of their potential value as psychics, allowing them the ability to communicate with the deceased.

Their divisional boss, John F. Malone, knew it too and had watched them like a hawk from the outset. After seeing that they were genuine and could make a worthwhile contribution in catching murderers, he had advised them, Follow your gut instincts, but keep me in the loop.

Attorney General John Mitchell also intended to harness their seemingly unique skillset; it was why he had given them the chance to expand their usefulness by reading minds. Anyway, that alleged, special ability was based on rumors spread by a few less charitable agents, who gave them a wide berth in case they did precisely what they were accused of.

When told to their faces why the others shunned them, Stan sneeringly asked, Got anything to hide, some dirty secrets, have you?

Now they were alone, with no one around to hear him speak candidly. Stan summed up his innermost feelings by stating, Pity our bosses don’t know more. I could have found out what’s going on!

Smooth Operator

‘No need to ask, they’re smooth operators!’

A few weeks later, John rose to greet his two agents as they entered his office, walked around his desk and pumped their hands energetically.

Well done, the pair of you! he said, beaming. All done in weeks on your own!

What they had succeeded in doing was achieve their target in record time, having earned the bureau a heap of praise after identifying over 3,000 people whose records of social conformity were blemish-free.

To get to the heart of the method they used, they had primarily selected candidates who were past and present military personnel. These had formal records, to verify their fidelity and stability in adulthood.

Most had two or more kids of varying ages, and the agents chose only those parents who helped their offspring to achieve high academic standards, along with meritorious disciplinary and attendance records. There were plenty to choose from, on nearby military bases.

They had also investigated the civilian fire and law enforcement services as supplementary sources.

Overall, this was a smart way of tackling what could otherwise have been a slow process, where time-consuming vetting routines would have been required.

Between them, with proper time-management and access to official service documents, Charles and Stan proved capable of remotely viewing hundreds of adults in phases, days at a time.

Using many guises, their more numerous, less-gifted colleagues did the routine work of checking out potential recruits with neighbors, banks, local police, hospitals, doctors, schools, and colleges.

C’mon Everybody

C’mon everybody let’s get together today

We’ve got money in our pockets