Serenity.

PREFACE.

The following story is written, or rather typed, in a mixture of Free Verse and prose. The author has allowed himself a fair amount of “poetic licence”. Dialogue is typed in the author’s own format, rather like a play or script. Grammatical “liberties” are taken. Most of what follows is loosely autobiographical, with any “gaps” filled in by the author’s imagination. Enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE: SCHOOL DAYS.

Mankind has long since conquered Space.
Well, at least half our local group of galaxies.
Hundreds of years ago.
The other half is mainly occupied by the “Slykon”:
An alien race that makes the ancient fictional “Daleks” and “Borg” look like fluffy kittens by comparison.
We remain at war with them, as we have been for generations, in one of the longest stalemates on record.

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Mother and son sit nervously in the school foyer. The boy is called Paul White and he is three years old. He is about to meet his first teacher, Ms Night. Both son and mum are natives of the terraformed planet known as Serenity. A world located in a relatively minor galaxy of our local cluster of galaxies.

Serenity was terraformed, i.e. artificially made earthlike three hundred or so years ago. Indeed the year right now is 312 AS – the AS standing for “Anno Serenity”. Frankly this planet is one of the most boring in the universe. The terrain is mostly flat and the weather is mainly temperate but drizzly. The terraforming companies have achieved some startling successes over the years, creating some lovely paradise-worlds, but sadly Serenity is not one of them. Not much else to say about the place really.

Paul, his parents and his one year old brother Dave live together out on an arable farm, about forty old-Earth miles from Metrolee, a city of about 300,000 individuals. Mum has dragged him to the nearest school today. Unfortunately he has missed the start of term as the family have been offworld, on a fishing trip.

Ms Night appears, a little flustered.

Ms Night: “Oh no, not another boy!”

She does go on to introduce herself, but as they say, first impressions last! So Paul joins Ms Night’s class.

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A short while later Paul is with his classmates, each one of them sitting at an old-fashioned computer station. Straight away Paul boots up his allotted PC and accesses his home page. He scans all the material in front of him.

Paul (thinks, brightly): “Oh, I get it. She wants us to personalise our home pages, starting with our names at the top.”

Promptly he starts to type in his name. (Infants are very advanced these days)!

Suddenly his whole body is jolted by an electric shock! Ms Night has employed the “social harmony” device that every teacher now possesses. There she is, standing scowling over him.

Ms Night: “I did not tell you to touch that computer!”

Paul just turns in fury and thumps her on the knee!

So much for showing initiative, if not brightness.

And so ends Lesson One.

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End sample.

Perfection.

As I just said to someone: "Perfection" may actually mean very little. Soon I will "perfectly" leave this website with almost no effort. We have to dream, strive for higher things and make our mistakes on the road to worthwhile Achievement. Aim higher. And higher. Not Merely be a "perfectionist". Point made.

Creative Writing.

(Long Lee. Mon. 10\11\08. 11.20). It might be about a year since I worked on my “best seller” – “Uniscape”. Have just checked: it is! Not to worry. Do I really need to write a best seller? Having taken early retirement (through ill health) I now have a pension of just over £10,000 per year. Do not need any funds from best sellers to support me. May write whatever I like. Without wishing to be arrogant, “getting published” is not the be all and end all of writing. From what I’ve seen of published literature, publication as such is only a minor endorsement at best. When I see authors getting published just because they are celebrities or for other dubious reasons, it almost makes my blood boil. I might as well self publish indeed.

Yet what to write about. That is the question. Sci Fi is really just my canvass. For what though? Maybe for me it’s all about Being Human. Existence. Religion. About exploring and asking questions. In many ways I am Mr. Average. Other ways I am not. My journey through life has been very typical, yet also unique. My “Paul White” idea looks relevant.

When I say “Mr Average” I of course refer to being male, heterosexual, white, middle to working class, ex professional, and so on. In fact I belong to many groups that have been favoured over the ages. I live in a relatively rich country too. My ethnic background is rather vague actually: but still good old Anglo-Saxon. I cannot honestly write from experience about being downtrodden etc. Only that my Mum’s ancestors were Huguenots. And my dad’s lot were “boat people”. For real angst you have to read the work of black female lesbian disabled ex slaves!

So what’s unique about me? That would be telling! I am of just above average intelligence and very lexic. Good at the arts and humanities but also at some of the sciences. Bad at woodwork, number, practical and mechanical\technical things. Sometimes useful with people, at other times inept. Still single.... Hints of autism it has been said. Lover of music. Frustrated at not being a father etc. Not one for Relationships yet fundamentally Caring. In some ways rather complex: that’s where it could get interesting. Nuff Said Fer Now. Out.