The working title of the conclusion to the Jez series is
Senescence--the final stage of aging where your cells no longer renew
themselves. Barring violence or disease, it is the death that awaits the entire
human race. This story combines futurism, feminism, genetic engineering, and
choices for our planet.
Prologue – T plus 13 years
“In the future, everyone will have their own channel,” the
world’s richest woman announced to the crowd of reporters and news drones that
followed her from her jet into the Welsh airport. Technically, Mira Hollis had
over twenty blogosphere feeds dedicated to stalking her. As CEO for Fortune
Enterprises, she was the most public and transparent executive ever. While her
competitors analyzed every voice stress, groupies purchased the same clothes
and makeup. She was corporate royalty. Her security handle was ‘Golden Goose.’
“With advances in microcameras and Internet capacity, everyone can have a
safety feed. Imagine the elderly and young, monitored twenty-four-seven.”
A man from a competing mega-corp
piped in. “Won’t the government use that to infringe on our privacy?”
Mira smiled. “They already do. In
public places, there are an average of twenty-two cameras on each person in Great Britain .
This will give the public a chance to see what their elected representatives
are doing as well. Sunlight is the best disinfectant. Who watches the watchers?
Fortune Multimedia will give you that power.” Her own info-link broadcast
verified references for each of her statistics, the official product
announcement, and the Plato quote.
During the armored limo ride,
through the green and sunny countryside, the online commentators speculated.
“Actually,” corrected the fact guru, Martin, “That estimate is already
obsolete. With the advent of the new crosswalk safety measures last month and
the independence of the Faukland
Islands , that average
increases to twenty-three.”
Gavin, the history correspondent,
said, “The real question is: why is she coming to Wales ? Sheep don’t care about
tech.”
The fact guru replied, “She has a
lawyer on the flight manifest who isn’t an employee of Fortune. Eliot Cook a
specialist in British estate law. She’s only used their firm once before…the
week of the mass funeral for Alcantara Spaceport.” Three seconds of silence
ruled, out of respect for the dead. “Her entire family was wiped out in the
Algerian reprisal for the Ascension
landing on the alien artifact.” A stream of hyperlinks scrolled across the
connection.
Bunny, the social commentator
squealed. “That’s when she met with that dream boat Kieran Llewellyn.”
Gavin groaned over the link.
Martin punched up pop-feeds on
Kieran’s residence. “The Ascension
Memorial Museum
closed early today. Directional analysis confirms—we have a destination. Deploy
the high resolution cameras for the arrival.” His feed shifted to a commercial
while technicians hustled to stage the next scene.
Eager to fill in, Bunny said,
“After the death of her friends and family, Mira inherited majority ownership
of Fortune. She was also one of the only three surviving board members, known
as the Triumvate. The Chinese-Muslim alliance had declared war on her company
and placed a bounty on her head. She had to force herself to be strong. Only
after the treaty, at the funeral, could she allow herself to be vulnerable.”
Someone posted a photo of the handsome, red-head Kieran with his arm around
Mira. “He was ten years older than her, but he had lost his family as well.”
“The Llewellyns are all womanizers,” Gavin complained. “The will left
everything to Captain Llewellyn. As a penniless cousin, Kieran had nothing to
offer her. That’s why their mutual media blackout only lasted three days.”
“Well,
he must have offered her something pretty special, because she loaned him the
millions to renovate the family estate,” Bunny countered. “He was the first Cinderfella…
and the biggest.” This is what the bloggers called the men Mira slept with and
then made into successes—all of them subsidiaries of Fortune Enterprises.
Gavin
grumbled, “She arranged for Kieran to head the foundation to hold the family
lands in trust. That’s all.”
“He
became the most eligible bachelor in Wales after that, but he still
hasn’t settled down.”
“We
know the who and where. The question becomes: why now?”
Bunny
replied, “It has been eleven months and three days since her last acquisition. The Golden Goose needs to
get laid. Maybe she’s never forgotten him.” In the background, producers
scrambled for recent photos of each to splice together into a heart-shaped
frame. This feed went to commercial as the romance-gossip team prepared for the
reunion of old flames after thirteen years.