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Biotime: why I’m excited about the cover

OK everyone – I have to admit to being excited about this.

Biotime Cover

Thanks to James at GoOnWrite, I now have a brand-new cover for Biotime.  Thanks, James.

Here it is.

A book cover is the shop window to your story.

The design brief was to combine the scary aspects of Biotime (what will happen to Sue Phu’s baby?) with the rich settings and humour of my future but familiar dystopic world.

What do you think?

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While I’m here, thanks are also due to Bookshelf Battle for reposting yesterday’s blog.  What a gent.

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DNA Tabs – almost coming true

I’ve written before about my fears that if I don’t publish my novels soon, they’ll come true.

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This is one of the reasons I want to publish Biotime sooner rather than later.

When I first wrote Biotime, some years ago, I imagined that before long, every human would be chipped at birth; that such chips would be linked to your DNA (to prevent transplants); and that they would communicate with a central database (the Federal Unitary Control Computer) a thousand times a second to confirm your location and what you were up to.

Now I find that similar chips – minus the DNA, so far – are being used to allow staff in Sweden to use the photocopier: http://www.bbc.com/news/technology-31042477.  No more painful than an injection, reports the BBC’s Rory Cellan-Jones.

Better get ready, guys.  They started with cats and dogs.  Soon they’ll be coming for you.

Biotime. Excerpt 16: Introducing Jake Moonrath

Here is the sixteenth droplet of my novel Biotime.  After Part 1: Breughel vs Jones, set in Accra, Ghana and Haarlem, the Netherlands; and Part 2: Pax Vobiscum, set in Harlem, New York City, we now begin the main part of the novel: Part 3, Biotime.

Part 3 begins in Santa Monica, California, with Biotime Enforcement Agent Jake Moonrath on his way to redeem a stolen lifetime.  Within hours, he will be the suspect for over ten thousand murders.

Welcome to Biotime.

Don’t forget the “story so far” page, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

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Santa Monica, California, 1979 – Photo Robert Pimm

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 16

 

PART 3: BIOTIME

Chapter 3

‘Chimeric Brain Mouse Speaks Out: ‘I WANT MY BABIES TO BE HUMAN BEINGS!”

Schlaraffenland Chronicle

 

Life Sample bit her lip as Jake’s Albuquerque Cheyenne Classic turned off Washington Boulevard.   A shock of hair fell over his tanned forehead as he stepped out of the long, low, US-built convertible and fussed over the retro manual door lock. Even now after ten years on the job, he looked more like a surfer dude than a Biotime Enforcement Officer.

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Biotime. Excerpt 15: prohibition

Here is the fifteenth droplet of my novel Biotime.  The horrors of Harlem lead to the prohibition of the world’s most sought-after – and, possibly, dangerous – medical treatment.  Will prohibition work?  Check the precedents.

This episode concludes Pax Vobiscum, Part 2 of Biotime.  Up next: Part 3: Biotime.

Don’t forget the “story so far” page, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

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Guggenheim Museum, New York City – Photo Robert Pimm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 15

[Part 2, Pax Vobiscum, continues]

 

The rest of the nation was dismayed, too. What we discovered inside Pax was abuse of human rights on a sickening scale. The forensic teams discovered eight hundred more donors in production pallets at the site, plus the remains of over two hundred more in the parlor’s over-sized incinerator, partly consumed by fire.

Roland had been wrong when he said the Style Soviet kept the donors in trailers so they could be moved fast. That privilege was reserved for the highest-value donors. The least valuable of the syndicate’s human assets had been left behind for disposal.

“Least valuable” meant “oldest”. Infants could produce as much as 1.5 standard grams of Biotime – for which the criminal Soviet used the codename “Style” – each year. But older contributors could produce as little as 0.75 grams. That, and their lower life expectancy, meant the potential harvest of ‘Time was too low to prioritise their transfer to a new production centre. As defenders armed with automatic weapons slowed down the assault at ground level, so-called medical staff in the cellar had been unplugging one donor after another from life support and feeding them onto the conveyor belt to the incinerator.

I guess it’s no surprise the crematorium at Pax caught everyone’s imagination. (more…)

Biotime 14: Hundreds of ambulances were gathering

Here is the fourteenth droplet of my novel Biotime.  The true extent of the horrors within the Pax Vobiscum funeral parlour in Harlem begin to come to light.  But there is still no sign of Roland Nelson’s son, four year-old Rocky.

Today’s excerpt brings us towards the conclusion of Pax Vobiscum, which, together with Part 1 of BiotimeBreughel vs Jones, sets the scene for the main part of the novel.  If a new life sciences product was causing a catastrophic crime wave and abuse of human rights on a sickening scale, you’d ban it, right?  Or would you license and control it?  If so, how?  What lessons can we learn from Biotime?

Don’t forget the “story so far” post, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

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Guggenheim Museum, New York City – Photo Robert Pimm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 14

[Part 2, Pax Vobiscum, continues]

[Excerpt ends]

The first truck hit the centre of our barrier rolling at sixty miles an hour. The truck’s tyres were gone, but the momentum carried our entire chain of vehicles half-way across the junction, opening up a space between the blockade and the street corner. Roland ordered a squad car to plug the gap. Two brave officers obeyed without hesitation.

Without those two guys, thirteen trucks might have escaped that day.

Instead, the squad car met fifty tons of truck travelling at sixty miles an hour in a head-on collision.

The two police officers died instantly. (more…)

Biotime 13: I never drank that brand of beer again

Here is the thirteenth droplet of my novel Biotime.  Under-cover police officers launch a major assault in the heart of Harlem, knowing they are massively out-gunned.  Violence is inevitable.  But where is little Rocky?

It’s been wonderful interacting with so many readers over the past year.  As this is the last entry of 2014 and also my last before I go on holiday for a couple of weeks, I’m again publishing a slightly larger droplet today, with an almost indecent cliff-hanger.  Comments welcome as always.

Don’t forget the “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

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Guggenheim Museum, New York City – Photo Robert Pimm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 13

[Part 2, Pax Vobiscum, continues]

I sat in my piece-of-shit squad car and imagined where Roland’s son Rocky might be. Then I thought of my own two boys: one older than Rocky, one younger. My kids were black, just like Rocky, and we all lived in Harlem.

I thought: my kids could be victims, too.

I thought, if I join up with Roland, I’ll put my boys in danger. (more…)

Biotime 12: ‘After Pax, everyone was begging for DNA tabs’

Here is the twelfth droplet of my novel Biotime.

I’m publishing a slightly larger droplet today, in honour of the festive season.  Comments welcome as always.

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

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Guggenheim Museum, New York City – Photo Robert Pimm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 12

[Part 2, Pax Vobiscum, continues. Roland Nelson is speaking]

‘I figured the worst thing that could happen was I’d be a few bucks lighter or a couple years older,’ he said. ‘Instead, what happens that same day is, I come back to the apartment and they’re gone. Marlene and Rocky.’

I stopped walking. ‘Gone? What do you mean, gone?’

‘I found a note. If I wanted to see Marlene again I should quit Morningside. But – ‘ Roland took a deep breath. ‘They said they’d keep Rocky. (more…)

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