Future Strike: A Science Fiction Near Future Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

An Oppressive Future. An Assassin. A Look At The Right To Strike.

Striking is illegal in the near future.

Assassin Pipa Megs defends innocent workers. She stalks an oppressive port. Pipa plots against the corrupt.

Pipa determines the fate of everyone.

A gripping, chilling, unputdownable near-future science fiction story by masterful writer Connor Whiteley offering us a scary glimpse into a very possible future.

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Also available in Science Fiction Short Story Collection Volume 2.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215306451

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

FUTURE STRIKE

15th July 2051

Southeast England

Internationally renowned criminal Pipa Megs seriously loved her amazing job that meant she got to travel around entire countries, regions and continents all in an effort to help innocent workers get revenge against evil bosses. Of course back in the day the workers could go to something called a union or whatever they were really called. Yet they were illegal now.

Pipa leant against the cold metal of a red shipping container that was easily twenty metres tall and another thirty metres long. She had never really been to a port this immense before, but it was great fun.

There were over twenty million shipping containers in all their shades of red, blue and green stacked on top of each other like stunning towers that would kill all of them if they fell.

And as much as no boss cared about health and safety (whatever that was) the cargo was probably too precious to be allowed to be damaged.

The space between the containers were long and narrow