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Biotime 8: the scandalous and exciting Lumusi Jones

Here is the eighth excerpt from Biotime.

I plan to release Biotime in droplets – short excerpts, fairly often.  Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 8

[Part 1, Breughel vs. Jones, continues]

Lumusi Jones stood facing the altar. She wore a white blouse and a long red skirt, with a simple black bag over her shoulder. Breughel took a few steps down the aisle, still supported by the burly nun. A sigh went up from the congregation.

Lumusi Jones turned.

Breughel saw that her face was wet with tears. Her fists were clenched. Yet he could only think how beautiful she was. And how young.

 *

At first, Lumusi Jones did not see the old man. Ever since she had arrived here, crowds had been gathering. At first, Mother Hope had placed her with three other “children” the Church had persuaded to renege on their Termination Contracts. But since this so-called Dying Dutchman, Breughel, had announced he was flying to Ghana, it seemed every man, woman and child in Accra wanted to see the scandalous and exciting Lumusi Jones.

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Biotime 7: The Dying Dutchman

Here is the seventh droplet of my novel Biotime.

Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 7

[Part 1, Breughel vs. Jones, continues]

Two hours later, Breughel was beginning to understand that his humiliation had barely begun. In the sweltering minibus on the way to the Church, Wilhelm explained what he called the paradigm of his channel’s coverage.

‘We are casting you as the victim. So it is good if you are arriving at the church looking weak and exhausted. It is also good if your suit makes you sweat, or if your disease is making you tremble. If you were looking like a rich Dutch businessman coming to enforce a contract against a poor Ghanaian girl, our viewers would hate you. Actually, everyone would hate you.’

‘I have nothing. But people hate me anyway,’ Breughel said.

‘That is why we are calling you the Dying Dutchman. When we reach the church, people must see you suffer.’ (more…)

Biotime 6: ‘They are nuns. I will not criticise them.’

Here is the sixth droplet of my novel Biotime.

Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together all the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 6

[Part 1, Breughel vs. Jones, continues]

Hans Breughel looked out of the aircraft window and saw a strip of sand where the lush green forest met the blue of the ocean.

He felt ready to die.

In front of him on the fold-out tray, bubbles rose lazily in a flute of Champagne. The cold liquid had frosted the sides of the glass. Breughel had neither ordered it nor touched it.

‘You ever noticed that? Since they invented Biotime, planes are getting slower?’ (more…)

Biotime 5: the Church of Christ is Risen

Here is the fifth excerpt from my novel Biotime.

I plan to release Biotime in droplets – around 500 words, fairly often.  All feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together all the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 5

[Part 1, Breughel vs Jones, continues]

In Accra, the front door shook as someone pounded on the flimsy wooden panels.

Two minutes early.

Lumusi Jones hesitated. Suddenly, the thought of skulking within her house seemed intolerable. She would open the door. Perhaps she would stand on the threshold for those two minutes, and look up and down the street, to show she was still mistress of her own destiny.

She took a deep breath; gripped the handle; stood up straight; and threw the door open.

‘It is not yet time,’ she said.

‘No,’ the woman standing outside said. ‘It is not.’

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Biotime 4: a desperate TED

Here is the fourth excerpt from my novel Biotime.

I plan to release Biotime in droplets – around 500 words, fairly often.  Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together all the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 4

[Part 1, Breughel vs Jones, continues]

Ten years of Biotime would change everything.

Breughel had never trusted the middlemen who sprang up when Biotime first appeared. So many old people had fallen prey to fraudsters that they’d coined a term for them. Time-Expired Dotards. TEDs. People at death’s door would pay anything to stay alive. When a life-swapping agent promised to put you in touch with a Biotime donor, usually in a distant country where life was cheap, few TEDs could resist.

The kettle boiled. Breughel concentrated as he poured. Nearly as much water seemed to slop onto the cracked granite work-top as ended up in the pot.

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