THE INFANTRY

The final sweep is hard, for many reasons, but not least because as we move out across the battlefield, we are in mortal danger.  The Infantry are sitting ducks and each and every one of us is terrified because no matter how extensive and heavy the air strike has been there are always survivors. WhateverContinue reading “THE INFANTRY”

CONFINEMENT

There are exemptions of course but if you are able to work and can contribute then the Confinement is compulsory. It begins at age twenty-one and for me back then it wasn’t so difficult. I didn’t find it much of a task. It was just seven hours and, like most, I chose to use theContinue reading “CONFINEMENT”

THE DRUG OF CHOICE

Image by Christine Renney There’s a new drug on the market but it’s exclusive. You can’t buy it from the Runners – you have to seek out the Supplier. Both he and his place are an integral part of the trip or so I have heard. It isn’t something you can take away in aContinue reading “THE DRUG OF CHOICE”

JIGSAW

Image by Christine Renney To imply his job was monotonous and boring would be an understatement; the work that Jackson did was mind-numbing, soul destroying. He joined together little pieces of metal, to be precise they were triangles of stainless steel. These triangles were thirty millimetres in length and each had a half moon-shaped cut-outContinue reading “JIGSAW”

THE DISCARDED

Image by Christine Renney I won’t claim that this will be a complete and definitive history of the Mind Wipes because that would be impossible. But I am almost seventy years of age and I have been drained only once. In order to achieve this, to survive with my memories intact, my mind unaltered byContinue reading “THE DISCARDED”

THE EXHIBITION

Image by Christine Renney People were talking about the exhibition and not just on the Net. Everyone, it seemed, knew someone who knew someone who had visited and who had a story to tell. Someone who enthused excitedly about their experience and how the images that they had seen held a particular significance. Insisting, inContinue reading “THE EXHIBITION”

ANTI-BAD

Image by Christine Renney I once had the chip, the Anti-Bad. I was a petty criminal and a repeat offender and so was deemed suitable. Someone who couldn’t help but help himself. They made me an offer and I didn’t refuse. What choice did I have? The prospect of a prison sentence, of yet anotherContinue reading “ANTI-BAD”

THE ERASER #12

Image by Christine Renney The trails Tanner was assigned to follow were merely ones made of paper. It wasn’t necessary for him to dirty his hands with anything other than the written records. These trails always began at the traitor’s last known address; a house or an apartment, sometimes just a room, a rented box.Continue reading “THE ERASER #12”