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Chapter 11
Thanks to the Futurizer I’ve been able to look forward in time quite a lot and I long to grow up to be Lord Tim in many ways, and yet I think I like it here and now best. I live almost entirely in my imagination. My mum cooks meals and washes them up, I have a room of my own in which I’m free to dream. Except there’s school. I pass the time by not treading on cracks in the pavement and wondering what I would do if an agent from Warp kidnapped my granny and threatened to kill her unless I promised to walk...
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Chapter 12
The Delphic Oracle, 800 BC – 300 AD. Drug induced soothsaying backed up by political nowse. Roger Bacon, circa 1,000 AD. Predicted flying machines and created a mirror in which you could see what people were doing in any part of the world. Karl Marx: ‘The Proletariat have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win.’ Communist Manifesto 1848. HG Wells, The Time Machine 1895. You too can see into the future. What do you need to make an accurate time machine? But: potential for sustainable a...
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Chapter 13
SPACED UP ON FUNPILLS JETPACKS DOWN HAMPSTEAD MEGAWAY TO HIS SECRET PAD. HE SPEAKS INTO HIS WRISTWATCH COMMUNICATOR IN WHICH HE CAN SEE THE FACE OF HIS BOYHOOD SELF BACK IN THE 20TH CENTURY. I NEED YOU TO SHADOW A POTENTIAL WARP AGENT. SURE THING, LORD TIM! THANKS, YOUNG ME. THE TIME SATELLITE HAS IDENTIFIED THAT THE VILLAIN WAS SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU IN THE OLDEN DAYS. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM? THAT’S ALL THE INTELLIGENCE WE HAVE. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HIS PLAN? HMM… WELL,. NO ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOUNG TIM.
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Chapter 14
I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school. I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school. I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school. I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school. 8220;What’s that little red book, Jackson, you weirdo? Let’s take a look”. 8220;Hey look at this, boys.” Bailey scrambles to stand on the seat of his desk so I can’t get him. His friend Wilkinson grabs me ...Then my Coup De G...
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Chapter 15
TAKE OFF FROM THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE, LAND AT THE ENTRANCE TO DOWNING STREET. AND WALK THROUGH THE USUAL SECURITY CHECKS. PM’S ANGELS FRISK THEM BEFORE THEY TAKE OFF THEIR JETPACKS AND WALK UP TO THAT FAMOUS FRONT DOOR. AT THE DOOR A VANGUARDIST. ENJOYS A GUEVARA WITH A ROBOCHICK. IN THE FETCHING UNIFORM OF THE ANGEL BRIGADE. SIDEKICK. RECOGNISES HER AS A CUSTOMER AT THE KEEP AND THEY START TO RAP. GOOD AFTERNOON PRIME MINISTER. PM, I HAVE YOUR TRUST, DON'T I? NO YOU WOULD OR NO YOU WOULDN'T? YOU'LL FIND ...
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Chapter 15a
Fabulous Free Bonus Background Info Chapterette! In the beginning was the Word and the Mum and the Dad and the Stories at bedtime. Then came prehistory with Dinosaurs and Stig and Ursula Andress in a fur bikini. Then the Ancient Days when elves and hobbits and piglets and wizards and tiggers ruled the earth. His father read tales of these times to Young Tim, in the days before the Many Arguments and Tears and The Leaving. The Age of Aquarius dawned and men walked on the moon and everything was liberated.
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Chapter 16
Back in London now, drowning in paperwork and a feeling paper thin. I’m positively glad to escape to my mother’s and show her photos she pretends to be interested in. Mum is sharp as a knife much of the time but her memory is threadbare in some places and other stories get repeated and repeated. Time bends around her a little. But what’s the point of leading a life if you can’t savour it sometimes, replay the good bits, try to edit out the bad? 8220;Oh, yes dear.”. 8220;Oh heavens – was I?
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Chapter 17
Micro-skirted, big-eyelashed, karate kicking, beautiful-bosomed. Oh Jesus you again. And turning pornographic now. This is too much. The hair is white now and the legs you’d find less tempting. But you are her, aren’t you -. Why won’t you own up? You have to tell me: where’s Lord Tim? Look, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. But you’re sure as hell stuck in the past. Well, get over it! What is nostalgia but one. Endless, pointless sigh? Our society's sick with it.
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Chapter 18
THE END OF A LONG HARD DAY AT THE HOUSE. LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK WALK BY THE RIVER TOWARDS CHELSEA BRIDGE. DEEP IN CONVERSATION ABOUT THE INCREASINGLY ANGRY DEBATES AT THE HOUSE, THEY FAIL TO NOTICE A MAN ON THEIR TAIL. THEN THE MAN STEPS FORWARD, CALLS OUT:. WHAT DO YOU WANT? I THOUGHT I’D BE THE FIRST TO TELL YOU: YOUR TIME IS UP. LORD TIM AND KICK TURN TO FACE THEIR NEMESIS, FIXING HIM WITH STEELY GLINTS. SO - MISTER B. WE MEET AT LAST! NO DARK SECRETS, YOU SAY? BUT HERE I AM! TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS T...
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Chapter 19
MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURIZER:.
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Chapter 20
Now my grief is entirely mine - the anger too. And I’ve even laughed at the irony: my husband, the professional Futurist, no inkling in advance of the heart attack that felled him, oh so so suddenly, unprepared, uninsured, mid-stupid tiff about getting the car fixed.
