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Del Shatner arrived home from Weight Watchers feeling like a new man. He put down his bag and started lighting the scented candles scattered around his flat. There were quite a few vanilla nose quakes to spark up, around thirty at his last count. Del caught sight of himself in the large floor to ceiling mirror where the fireplace used to be. He was a slightly chubby, although not fat, man in his early fifties. He turned his back to the mirror and ran a hand over his arse, barely contained in the tight embrace of the grey lycra yoga pants. This had been the first year out of the last five that Del had refused to go hunting wild boar on the French island of Corsica in the Mediterranean. He had ended up having a furious row with his best mate about it. The truth was he was desperately trying to seek approval from the lady that ran his Weight Watchers Group: Tabitha Khan, and when she described his past pig hunting to him as "deluded macho bollocks" he knew that he...

K lent against the jungle stones and ran a large hand over the insect bites on his shaven head. He looked tired in his oversized military jacket and he let out a sigh. M took this as an opportunity to attack the larger man but froze paralyzed as K opened the palm of his right hand to reveal a diamond sat there, alive with colours. M tried to gain control of his body now in the disorientation and illusions of the jungles discomfort and pain.  The jewel in K's hand grew quickly as a folding out world of blue and white lights. M diminished in size as the fluorescent dazzle engulfed his consciousness. He was being shot through this Cannon of light into some kind of arena or fighting cage. He could feel the cool tarpaulin against his skin as he awoke in a foetal ball, as naked as day one  It sounded like the arena was packed full of punters screaming for his blood. He jumped to his feet and all he could see around the Octagons wall was the infinity of self reflecting mi...

Since the Human Wars and the compulsory vaccinations for all adults in the UK Economic Zone had decimated the population (just like everywhere else in the western world). Jobs for human beings became harder and harder to find as machines took their places in society. George Herod was an award winning entrepreneur and a commited UK socialist. He was in his thirties, drove a Tesla and always wore the latest fashions from Communist China. One.day on his morning drive to work, the winter sun was perfectly aligned with the bluest of skies. He could see whole families arranging their worldly goods on tattered blankets, drones buzzed over head carrying shopping bags as it was rare to see someone shopping in person these days. Herod turned up the car's heating and increased the volume on his Audio book which was Keir Starmer s Masterpiece of a memoir: "Tough Choices." which he had managed to complete writing just before his assassination all those years ago now before...