Anabolic
Ana bolic - she was a girl who took covert operations to a new extreme, at least on one occasion she was known to occasionally do so especially on her sporadically regular away-day excursions to Torquay.
The beach was deserted, wind blown carcasses scurried across the wet sand underfoot, she noticed Gordon had been on an away-day excursion of his own that day. No one new what she was thinking, her thoughts were her own now, well that was not strictly true was it, because someone could hear - that is, whoever was on the end of that micro-chip lodged deep down in her brain cavity. That is, if anyone was still listeneing..............
London, England 2052: It was September, Autumn fast approaching, bring back IDS they had said, he hadn't been that bad after all, idle disenchanted sod, but it was too late now, wasn't it? that party would never return to power again - would it? In any case, he was a wrinkled old guy now - thats if he was even still alive somewhere. But he was, IDS had campaigned to his heart's content for years, right up until all opposition parties had been banned from doing such things in 2029, well it had all been a massive waste of money - all those ineffective opposition party members doing nothing all day except seeking photo opportunities ineffectually in the media, sound bite after sound bite slashed on the cutting room floor.............
Now he (IDS that is) resided in Southend-On-Sea and could oft be seen walking his chocolate pincher along the pier in a nonchalant fashion daily, come wind or shine. Of course, he was kept under constant surviellance, his every move noted, investigated and reported on at the highest levels.....
She stared out to sea.......the waves still crashed against the beach as they always had, and the seabirds banked and scerried across the bay as they had since time imemorial, or so she imagined. Things could have been so different, she mused, if only action had been taken sooner, if more people had believed the unbelievable.....but who would truly have believed that a dolphin would one day rise to become President of the United States of America? , or indeed, that a bengal tiger would one day be elected Pope?
So it was, that no one believed the new Prime Minister, Mordant Frown, as he called his self, would one day declare himself Emperor of this fair isle, and in perpetuity at that. For so it had been, that on the thirty first day of March 2032 Mordant Frown had done just that. And to virtually universal disinterest at that!
Well it had been a bumpy few decades, to say the least.
Things had kicked off well in the early months of 2008, if a little strange. Ana had secured a new position in the organisation, and was finding her way in the big city........and elsewhere, the new Mayor of London, one Mr Morris Bonson, had just been elected in a landslide election, surprising to some.......and hilarious to others. But the word was that despite his image as a particular upper class twit, that was only half the story.
The beach was deserted, wind blown carcasses scurried across the wet sand underfoot, she noticed Gordon had been on an away-day excursion of his own that day. No one new what she was thinking, her thoughts were her own now, well that was not strictly true was it, because someone could hear - that is, whoever was on the end of that micro-chip lodged deep down in her brain cavity. That is, if anyone was still listeneing..............
London, England 2052: It was September, Autumn fast approaching, bring back IDS they had said, he hadn't been that bad after all, idle disenchanted sod, but it was too late now, wasn't it? that party would never return to power again - would it? In any case, he was a wrinkled old guy now - thats if he was even still alive somewhere. But he was, IDS had campaigned to his heart's content for years, right up until all opposition parties had been banned from doing such things in 2029, well it had all been a massive waste of money - all those ineffective opposition party members doing nothing all day except seeking photo opportunities ineffectually in the media, sound bite after sound bite slashed on the cutting room floor.............
Now he (IDS that is) resided in Southend-On-Sea and could oft be seen walking his chocolate pincher along the pier in a nonchalant fashion daily, come wind or shine. Of course, he was kept under constant surviellance, his every move noted, investigated and reported on at the highest levels.....
She stared out to sea.......the waves still crashed against the beach as they always had, and the seabirds banked and scerried across the bay as they had since time imemorial, or so she imagined. Things could have been so different, she mused, if only action had been taken sooner, if more people had believed the unbelievable.....but who would truly have believed that a dolphin would one day rise to become President of the United States of America? , or indeed, that a bengal tiger would one day be elected Pope?
So it was, that no one believed the new Prime Minister, Mordant Frown, as he called his self, would one day declare himself Emperor of this fair isle, and in perpetuity at that. For so it had been, that on the thirty first day of March 2032 Mordant Frown had done just that. And to virtually universal disinterest at that!
Well it had been a bumpy few decades, to say the least.
Things had kicked off well in the early months of 2008, if a little strange. Ana had secured a new position in the organisation, and was finding her way in the big city........and elsewhere, the new Mayor of London, one Mr Morris Bonson, had just been elected in a landslide election, surprising to some.......and hilarious to others. But the word was that despite his image as a particular upper class twit, that was only half the story.
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