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'IBIZA'
Chapter 9
'Dreams of a Future New World'
Paul thrust what he considered his last remaining good clothes into a back-pack.
The Great Engineer in the sky had looked down on him with good favour.
Rubbing the bar-code lasered on the back of his hand he wondered if there was a way he could
Luck was with him again as he had been assigned to Austria as part of the 'human relocation
If they wanted to herd any of the bedraggled throng the electric 'cattle-prod' would be used, that
The awful grey passengers instantly became tense fearful and nervous. The 'enforcers ' stood to
He awoke with a start, body and sheets covered with sweat. A dream or some future reality?
A sudden nose-bleed, he grabbed for a towel and held it tight against his face. Hadn’t he read
“Si, senor,” said the waiter. “They have an Internet shop in the next town, San Juan.”
Paul sat in front of a computer screen in the little town of San Juan. He opened a message
(end)
to be continued...........
He held a tube of good quality toothpaste in his hand and pretended to fly it through
the air like a space rocket. Simple toothpaste so difficult to find. 'Official' toothpaste
had the consistency and taste of powdered bath cleaner. A few other rare toiletries and
old pair of his beloved 'Levis' jeans, now considered subversive by the 'Committee'. They
would have frowned at his battered copy of a 1960's 'Eagle' annual. It extolled the virtues of the
old Empire in achievement and technology. An 'Empire' that officially never existed. All before
'Year Zero' of the new Euro-Government and the New Way Party. Paul hid his last remaining
treasure at the bottom of the bag . He remembered his books on art, archaeology and his classic
novels. Confiscated by the 'New Police of the People' as being perverse and self indulgent. He had
just avoided a period in 'The New World Correction Camp' for such a misdemeanour but a mistake
by a clerk in the Central Administrative Building had given him five extra milk coupons instead.
have it removed. If he were important he would have an electronic chip the size of a pin-head
implanted in the back of his hand instead. A quick swipe across an automatic credit machine or
an 'electro-Super Market' he would be in an elite store buying goods that were for most people
non-existent. Chicken, lamb and wine instead of fizzy Euro-beer and pasta and the many artificial
and genetically enhanced Euro-foods.
programme' , he could have been sent anywhere. Perhaps Eastern Europa which had become full of
mutants and outcasts and was really quite dangerous. The devastation had been quite bad in other
areas after the war but the mountains of Austria had protected the state and it was left relatively
unscathed. He had been told that the war had been necessary to reduce the human population so
the hybrids could take over, he did not believe it. The work would be hard but there could be some
benefits as the state had lusty women and good beer was still available.
He looked at the clock on the grimy wall of the waiting hall, 1905 hours. He had missed the first bus
and if he arrived late there would be hell to pay. Two months in the mines of North Africana
part of the African Union. Paul walked over to a line of buses parked just outside. He noticed a
bus with the headboard 'Hungria State' . A group of poorly dressed manual workers stood dark and
forlorn waiting to get on. The driver with long sideburns sat chewing something and looked totally
bored. Paul caught his eye and mimed a handful of Euro-Credits, the driver nodded and indicated
to wait behind the others for his signal. He would take the bribe. The bus to Hungria State would soon
leave, three and half hours before the next to Austria, this would be twice as quick. It would make
one stop in Austria, not exactly where he wanted to go but he would make up valuable lost time.
The manual workers were big brutes with swarthy skin and bad attempts at shaving, they looked
almost like mutants but the stares were angry and not blank. A bunch of enforcers in their dark-green
uniforms strode into view, they were looking for amusement. Some carried electric cattle-prods others
small cross-bows with tiny arrows set to quarter power , which could still injure. Two enforcers casually
approached a huge manual worker with an enormous nose. They laughed and started to poke him
with the cattle-prods, he screamed in pain every time he was poked. The size of a house he
could have taken down both enforcers bare handed but he did nothing except scream and look
frightened. Another group of workers pretended they had not seen a thing and stood huddled in
their drab clothes of browns, greys and black. From Paul's position behind the brutes the scene
looked reminiscent of Stalin's Russia or what Paul could remember of it from books. One of the drab
workers dropped to the floor in agony, a few enforcers with their cross-bows had decided to fire
them into the group at random not caring who or what they hit. The pathetic group ducked and
moved as the 'enforcers' laughed at their sport. Paul hid behind the waiting brutes as a few of the
arrows flew in their general direction.
would shift the worthless low life. Staines Central Bus Station had been extensively increased in size
due to the demise of the personal motor car. Large wheeled and powered by gas, the monster bus
transports could negotiate any pothole. Even the 'older' buses from the 'past-age' had been
converted to the clean 'nitro-gas'.
Staines to Hungria State would take two days from there he could find alternative transport
to the reception area in Austria State where he would arrive early and be allocated work, probably
dairy farming. If he was to be late he would be deducted ten Europa-credits, the bar code situation
unavoidable. If he had done something of major disapproval in the back of his hand he could have
inserted the micro-chip 'negative' that would not allow him to do anything. He would be a non-person,
barred from any activity . The satellite tracking system would know if he broke wind, there would be
no escape. He had heard of a 'Robin Hood' character in Austria or maybe another William Tell ,
could he make contact ?
attention aware of the imminent arrival of an important personage. Standing ramrod straight looking
to the front they dare not move or indicate that something had arrived. A tall figure in something
like a Nazi SS uniform appeared out of nowhere. The black apparition moved closely along the dark
green erect uniforms. Oblivious to anything else its long pink tongue flicked out as it inspected
the rigid green line. Paul shook with fear as he caught the sight of the seven foot figure prowling
along the line of the fearful stiff green underlings. A seven foot half human, half lizard strolling
about in a black Nazi uniform.
"Heil Alligator!" or something like that.
It all seemed so real.
His heart pumped like an old steam engine about to go off the rails, mouth open gasping for
air as if suffocating. Diving toward the hotel window he looked out at the Ibizan coastline
and saw a massive ship docked next to a jetty that led to an industrial plant. Clanking machinery
took some type of ore along a conveyor belt that dumped the misting powder into the hold
of the huge rusty brown hulk. Steam rose from the noisy plant and in a microsecond the scene
vanished , where he had seen a ship and a factory there now lay the gentle coastline and a
few pine and olive trees. A gentle breeze sang through their waving arms and a deep blue sea
reflected the sky above. All peaceful and calm along the Ibicencan coast. Wine dark sea, wine,
too much wine last night and hot spicy Spanish sausage. He would not eat that late again, such dreadful
nightmares even when half awake. Picking up the medical waiver and stumbling to the bathroom
Paul looked at the cuts and bruises turning to yellow and purple, reflected in a polka dot mirror
where the silvering showed wear due to the sea air. Well at least no great medical bill the
European Union has some advantages even though the cultural homogenisation appalled him.
“Ouch!” he groaned. “Crazy drunk driver ! “ His ribs ached.
somewhere this was one of the symptoms after alleged ‘Alien Abduction’? “Hey I’ve just been
abducted by Aliens!” He chuckled to himself. The nose-bleed stopped.
Leaving the hotel with a grunt from reception he ensured that he walked along the road with
the traffic coming towards him. Outside a small bar he crunched on rolls and sipped delicious
coffee, at peace with the world in the warm sun with a few aches and pains to remind him of
the car accident and how precious life is.
“Gracias.”
from Anna, and stared at the screen in disbelief.
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