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Welcome to my Wednesday Magazine post.
A new assessment warns that almost half of primate species are facing extinction, mainly due to loss of habitat. I just thought I’d mention this, as wider environmental news doesn’t seem to hit the headlines much nowadays.
I know, man-made global warming is always there.
But this is a problem in itself. Whilst I think it is wise to combat the possible effects of warming, we are being induced to give it too much attention. But what do I mean by this?
Main media only reports what Big Biz wants it to report. And Big Biz has realized two advantages in global warming. First, it hopes to scare the public into accepting more nuclear power (supposedly eco-friendly), and it stops other eco-issues making the news.
It seems celebrities are beginning to clamour to be first.
First to what, you may ask? To go into orbit with Virgin. And I love this idea. Anything that popularizes, and provides money for, private space endeavour is okay by me.
This is because enterprise needs to be in space. It is the only way we will finally begin proper exploration, and wrench control of space from government. For as I’ve said before, governments make terrible explorers.
And also for another reason. NASA is too hi-tech – good for Big Biz contracts, but bad for tech in the long run. For instance, they still blast people into space, whilst Virgin is showing that all you need is to get a craft up high, and then gently catapult it higher.
Much simpler, and cheaper, don’t you think?
Next Magazine post Friday. See you then.
© Anthony North, August 2008
LOST IT
I’ve lost it – damn! Where’s it gone?
I know what it is, where it’s from;
I had it before, I’m sure I had,
if I find it, I’ll be so, so glad!
You’d enjoy it, too, I’m sure you would,
believe me it is very good;
You’d find it is exceeding fine,
with a marvellously melodious rhyme,
but I’ve lost that damned last line …
(c) Anthony North, August 2008
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ABSENT THOUGHTS – Horror Fiction
The power of control. As individuals, living in a material world, we don’t understand just what it means. We go through life, the real impulses going unnoticed. I know this because I used to think like everyone else. Until I met HIM.
I’m a psychiatrist, and he came to my attention when he was referred to me by the police. In his mid-twenties, he had lived a moral, law-abiding life until some six months ago, when for no apparent reason, he went on a crime spree. Finally caught, he had no idea what he had been doing – indeed, it was as if the last six months had been totally wiped out of his mind.
Time and time again I tried to access those unconscious thoughts – try to work out what had motivated him. But I’m sure if I’d hypnotized him a million times, it would have been no good. So eventually I decided to look into his life instead.
I did, of course, confirm that there was no possible reason in his past why he should have turned like he did – and obviously no reason why he had suddenly become the man he was before his black-out. But when I discovered the mystery concerning his birth, I felt I had at last a lead to follow.
He was an orphan and it took a great deal of time to track down the circumstances of his birth. And when I discovered the ‘secret’, I knew exactly where I had to go.
I found Reggie Brown two days later. He was, in a way a pitiful sight. It was some eight months since the accident that left him crippled – a car crash following one of his many burglaries. And in his early twenties it was even more tragic.
I suppose you could call him a paranormalist, perhaps even a medium, although he didn’t contact the dead. He had had an interest in the subject for many years, ever since he began to have feelings that he was not quite himself. Researching the subject, he wondered, first, if he was picking up telepathic thoughts from someone else, and soon learnt how to use the ability himself.
And it was then that he saw, in his mind’s eye, someone else identical to himself. And once the accident had happened, and he could no longer live his own life, he decided to live it psychically through his twin – until he got bored.
Well, I’m back from my interview with Reggie, writing down my thoughts before telling his twin – and possibly trying to convince the police, but I don’t hold too much hope of success there. The twin is sat down before me, but wait … what? …
There is a strange glint in his eye. He is moving forward, menacingly ….
© Anthony North, August 2008