12.1: Corporation X: Nelson City
A dog fighter landed at the spaceport and Tony could see out of the window, with his view from his new office, that the Jackal 550 was the two-man version and that meant only one thing: a visit from Donald Christopherson.
Things had been proceeding along nicely at Corporation X’s new outpost, although they had lost the rejuvenation machine. From the electrical diagrams, Tony had managed to reconstruct 75% of the original. Certain parts had not been possible to remake; but these were more to do with life support and therefore could be overlooked, if The Empire were only interested in the DNA structuring system. Tony did a calculation for his latest report, and marked the results on a clipboard, hanging off a hook, attached to the end of the trolley.
Donald, had been touring around The Empire, visiting penal colonies and prisons sounding out his ideas for real punishment, that would guarantee that prisoners would not be able to cheat The Empire out of terms passed down to them. Sentences could be carried through, and prisoners could not cheat this by dying even if their sentence was for several lifetimes.
His personal Jackal was flown by a former Ace pilot of Star Command, Captain Isaac Rodriguez. He was old enough to remember the heady days, when they where on the brink of taking a 51% share of the Milky Way Galaxy, and the beginning of their advance on the outer rim stars. There was talk of dividing up territories and becoming a Viceroy, on behalf of The Empire. What Isaac would give to be back fighting off Republican Rebels and Federation fighters.
It was all too much for them in the end. They became alarmingly outnumbered, with the Jackals facing insurmountable odds of 10:1 in some instances. They had overstretched themselves, moved out too quickly instead of taking on star systems one at a time and building up there strengths and then moving on. The Federation were not going to standby and watch half of their worlds swallowed up and not take defensive and then offensive actions.
However, that was all in the past. Now he was running around high-ranking officials who knew nothing about empire building, and seemed content with the thought that they, The Empire, had controlled 51% of the Galaxy and that had proved - in their eyes - that their race was more superior than any other.
Isaac sighed to himself, but he was not alone.
‘All right Isaac?’
He had forgotten that Donald had his communicator on. ‘Yes fine sir, we are just waiting to park, I am not sure ground control knows who we are.’
‘Not to work yourself up over that, we can park anywhere, surely no need to wait.’
‘If you say so, I’ll just park up over there.’ Isaac rolled his three-wheeled fighter, passing various state liners, a Corgi Express transport and a Greyhound Interstellar. He parked on a circular landing spot that allowed him to take off vertically, once he had off-loaded his precious cargo.
‘Here we go sir, we’ve arrived fifteen strokes early. I’m not sure you will want to take advantage of the time difference?’ asked Isaac.
‘Yes, I think I will allow myself a cup of coffee before I go and pay a visit to Corporation X.’
The cockpit lifted, and Donald climbed down and made his way to the terminal. He turned and waved to Isaac whilst the soft wind of the summer’s morning blew through his wispy hair. Isaac saluted and lifted off the ground, and had but disappeared when Donald reached the automatic doors of the terminal.
Tony was hurriedly readying his reports and coming up with a positive response to predicted questions when Donald entered. He just breezed in, as if he had been to the bathroom and worked on the project since day one.
‘Let have a look at your results Tony. I know you have been working long hours on this and The Empire will pay you well for your efforts if this thing works.’
‘I think I’ve cracked the coding for the DNA rejuvenation device, but there is no way I can replicate the other function - that of life support - but I don’t think you’re interested in that for your purposes?’
‘No quite right. Just want this thing to be able to replace a criminal, so that they can run their full sentence.’
‘Right,’ said Tony, knowing the brief fully.
So how far are we off from having a fully working machine that can be rolled out to every penal colony and prison under our control?’
‘I reckon it is a matter of week’s sir. I will have to have a sample to go on, so I can run a test on this machine in about a week or two, then it’s full steam ahead.’
Tony could not quite believe that, here he was, working on this machine after he had warned of its dark implications - if it fell into the wrong hands - and this appeared to him only to be the start of it.
If they wanted to recreate prisoners, how long would it be until they requested clone armies and another attempt on the galaxy? - Surely that would not happen, he reassured himself.
‘What is it Tony? You look a bit lost in thought.’
‘Prisoners, you only want this machine to extract sentences from criminals, that is right isn’t it?’ he found himself asking Donald.
‘For now yes. We don’t have any other plans for this, at the moment.’
‘Okay, fine.’
‘If I get you a sample of a dead criminal that has managed to dodge his sentence by dying early, in the next week or so, you could bring him back so-to-speak?’
‘Yes that’s possible, just send it on and I will start the process. Just tell me who the prisoner is so I can de-brief him adequately, when he comes to the point of consciousness.’
‘Fine, I’ll send a request to the prisons involved in this pilot study.’
Donald sat down, went through the charts and graphs that Tony had been working on, nodding approvingly, got up, said goodbye and was gone as quickly as he had come in.
A few weeks passed, and Tony had finished the machine. His small team had managed to get everything working as well as it had done on the previous device. They had even figured out the coding for the soul transfer mechanism; when a courier arrived with a small package that looked like a shoebox.
He unwrapped it excitedly, opened the metal box, and almost dropped the contents of the item on the floor, when he saw what it contained. To his shock and amazement there was a foot inside, which had been separated from the body just above the ankle. Around the ankle, was a bracelet with a metal tag on it, giving the details of the previous owner.
‘Ah, this is not what I expected,’ he said removing the bracelet off and over the stump of the ankle. He wiped the tag with a cloth and read the information.
‘Number 278951 – Captain Daniel Vain – Convicted for murder. Oh well, what does it matter?’
He lifted up the box, wiggled the contents into the rejuvenation machine and closed the glass lid. Tony picked up the tag, hung it on the end of the trolley over the clipboard and pressed the rejuvenation button.
The machine began to whirl. He was the last one left in the lab. Tony took off his white coat and put on his leather jacket, turned off all the lights and locked the door. Headed down the dimly lit corridor to the lift, took it to the ground floor and headed out towards home, for the weekend.
12.2: Back at Corporation X: Diso City
‘So Reginald, what do you think we should do with this Sam Humphries clone?’ asked Avery.
Reginald sat back in his chair and thought about contacting TCR, then decided that it would be better to take an executive decision on the basis that he was the only one with any authority in his department.
‘We keep it going,’ he decided.
‘And then what?’ came the quick fire question back from Avery.
‘We make him the boss of Corporation X.’
‘Are you sure about this?’
‘Not really, but what choice do we have? At least this way The Council will be able to have some leverage over the operations, if the CEO is a clone and pre-programmable.’
‘Okay Reginald, you do what you think is best and I will bid you goodbye. But first I need to clear my name with your bosses.’
/> ‘Just check your status Avery,’ came the positive response.
‘What do you mean?
‘The rejuvenated devise is back in safe hands and your status is clear, look.’
Reginald pulled a small screen from his pocket and sure enough, it made its way to Avery’s file:
Name: Captain William Avery
Status: Clean
Mission Requests: [1]
‘What’s that?’ asked Avery, pointing to the screen.
‘Ah, looks like they want you to carry out a further mission for us.’
Reginald touched the screen and a mission statement appeared:
To Transport the Following Object: Life Support System
Destination: TCR Headquarters
Reason: Classified
‘Looks like they want the machine hand delivered by you Avery,’ said Reginald, a little amazed that Avery would get the glory for this and not himself. ‘It will have to wait a few days whilst Sam here,’ he said knocking the glass, ‘finishes off.’
‘There is somewhere I would rather be for a few days. So I will return and take this over to - where is this place anyway?’ asked Avery.
‘I’ll have to tell you when you get back. Not that I don’t trust you or anything.’
‘I’m not going to let you down. I can’t be doing with anymore hassle from The Council.’
‘See you in sixty-four hours then.’
‘Avery got out of the building, took an air-taxi to the nearest hire firm at the spaceport and made his way towards Sleepy Ridge.
Eric contacted TCR to request a suitable program for the new Sam Humphries.
‘What shall I do when the real Sam Humphries turns up?’
‘Have him arrested and sent on with the rejuvenation device; we have plans for him,’ said the young receptionist who was fielding incoming calls.
A file soon appeared in his box and Eric transferred it to a specially adapted device used to plug into the machine to gain data, but could also be used to transfer information.
Once plugged in, it buzzed, blue lights began to flash in the life support machine, the now almost complete body, began to twitch, and the eyes blinked and then rested.
‘That’s it, we’ll have you doing our bidding soon enough Jim, he tapped the top of the glass case and headed out of the lab to take a stroll through the city; something he had wanted to do, and besides he needed to go see Henry at Bariki Bar.
Captain Avery was speeding towards Sleepy Ridge flying through lights and avoiding jams by taking on oncoming traffic and flying over them if necessary. He was a man in a hurry.
Avery could just make out the hills in the background and began to beat his hand on the controls to make the hired air-car go even faster.
‘Come on come on,’ he said impatiently putting all he could into propelling the vehicle forward. Avery began to rock the vehicle up and down with his body weight trying to get some extra speed out of the new silver hire air-car.
Through the forest area now, flying over lakes and gravel roads that crisscrossed the vast interior, which was home to wild animals and wild men.
Avery thought about what sort of reception he may get from Jim and Marie. Would she be the same? Would she be able to remember our life together? My name - which I lied to her about - . Nevertheless, that was all detail, and what was important now, was that he was on his way back.
Avery spotted Jim’s pick-up from the air, circled slowing down as he went and prepared the air-car for a vertical landing, next to Jim’s beat-up but trustworthy workhorse.
He grabbed the flowers, hastily bought at a gas station on the outskirts of the city, and headed for the shack.
Jim was preparing fish for Marie and himself for lunch when he heard the door. He was not expecting anyone, but Marie appeared to be. An odd call at an odd hour could only mean one thing: the return of Captain Avery.
Marie dropped the Diso City Gazette she had been reading to the floor, rushed towards the door, and opened it.
There he was, there she was. Avery stood there with his cheap bunch of flowers and a smile, that said, here I am, as he shrugged, as if to say, well I am here aren’t I.
‘I knew it, I just knew it! Dad it’s Avery, he’s back, I told you he would make it!’
‘Yes, I’ve done it. Finally, well almost!’ said Avery a little guiltily.
‘What do you mean almost?’ said Marie letting off the bear hug she had Avery in.
That caused him to release the flowers onto the dusty porch floor. ‘Just one more thing; I promise,’ Avery said.
‘What is it?’ said Jim wiping fish innards from his hands with a well used towel as he approached from the kitchen.
‘I have to deliver the machine back to The Council. They want me to take it and the CEO of Corporation X with me.
‘Come in, don’t just stand there,’ said Jim, ‘I’ve just made some lunch. So just sit,’ he said leading the two into the kitchen.
Marie retrieved the flowers, got a vase from the window ledge, filling it halfway with water, cut the bottoms at an angle, and arranged them and placed them in the centre of the table.
‘Take what where?’ said Jim a little angered that this meant that Marie was going to go off again with this space rogue.
‘Where is this TCR anyway?’ insisted Marie, who was now holding his hand and looking lovingly into his eyes.
Avery had to blink back his concentration. ‘Err, yes, I don’t know they won’t tell me until I get back to Corporation X to pick it up.’
‘I’m coming too,’ said Marie instantly, ‘I’m not letting you out of my sight now you have come back to me.’
‘And you have come back to me,’ said Avery.
‘Yes, yes, you two love birds can sort that out later. What about this mission, is it safe?’
‘Yes, should be fine. I just need to take this life support device that brought Marie back, to The Council, for their safe keeping I guess.’
12.3: The Return of Captain Daniel Vain
Tony inspected the progress of the new device, and realized that the process was nearing completion, a lot quicker than the old machine. Maybe it was the different atmospheric pressure on Nelson’s World to that on Radian. Nevertheless, Vain was coming along very nicely, and was beginning to look like a true villain.
Was his DNA a criminal strain? Did it determine a person’s behaviour? Tony thought about this for a few moments, whilst having his lunch break. Then concluded that it was the soul within that was either a good or a devious type.
‘Nothing more to it,’ he said finishing off his fruit smoothie.
Back in the lab, Vain was ready, and had not gone into hibernation mode, as it did not work on this version. Instead, he was busy smashing up the place in a fearful rage.
Captain Daniel Vain, a seasoned pirate, was the only one to snub a pardon and slip his Bulldog NL out of a barricade set up to suppress their stronghold on Saint Kay, in the Vega System. His ship had been damaged in a stand off with a Corgi transport; Vain was eventually picked up by a military ship and taken into custody.
Defiant to the last, he was later convicted of murdering a captain of a coffee trader some years earlier, by launching him into space by jettisoning him out of the hold - after the captain failed to reveal the location of the coffee producing system 1º4774. He had taken the trouble to transfer the valuable cargo into his own ship, and his accomplices. The others were never caught and the coffee producing system’s location remained safe.
‘Where the hell am I?’ ranted Vain.
He had adopted a white lab coat as his new apparel and was franticly trying to open the lab door. Vain had just resorted to picking up a stool, which he was preparing to launch through the glass of the door, when Tony entered. An alarm had sounded on his watch, stating that someone was either breaking into his lab, or more disturbingly, trying to break out.
‘Put that down Vain. There’s no way out of here for you, so just do as I say,’ said Tony as
authoritative as he could.
‘Who are you and where am I? Is this Hell? I died didn’t I in that stinking prison hulk in the Tau Ceti System! - That’s all I can remember. What was I doing there anyway?’
‘You murdered a freighter captain I believe.’
Vain put the stool down and began to pace the room, ‘So you’ve brought me back I take it. Why did you do that?’
Tony was becoming anxious at this point and alerted security by pressing a red button on the inside of the doorframe.
‘What are you doing? Calling for assistance, I imagine. Get out of my way,’ Vain said pushing past Tony, his huge frame not leaving much room between Tony and the door.
Vain was running down the corridor, when security appeared with stun guns and as one of them fired a blue ray towards Vain’s head, he managed to roll on his side and take out both guards’ legs. He rose up, and grabbed the now loose gun and fired it, at both guards stunning them for hours to come.
Now armed, he changed the setting on the gun to “kill” and made his way to the lift. An un-expecting lab trainee appeared in the lift as it opened. Vain dispatched her, threw the body out of the lift and pressed the button for the ground floor.
‘Ground floor,’ said the calm automated voice, followed by similar music.
Vain reached his destination, marched out of the lift towards the security check, which was now manned with the remaining of the building’s security. He fired off his laser gun and struck one dead.
The others fired wildly missing their target. Vain fired again, taking out the remaining two guards, vaulted over the barrier, out of the sliding doors of Corporation X’s new complex and onto the street. Within moments, he was gone; disappeared amongst the throng of humanity that made up the daily flow of Nelson City life.
Tony knew that he would find himself in real trouble with the Empire, if they got wind of the fact that Vain had escaped. He checked the rejuvenation device for any trace of Vain, but it was useless. He checked the stool for anything: blood? Nothing. Then on the floor, he found what he was looking for, a small trace, where Vain had cut himself whilst walking across smashed glass.
Tony got a swab and collected the small specks, placed them into the machine and set the program to start. The machine recognized the imprint, checked its memory, and offered to remake the last sample. Tony pressed “yes” and the machine started to perform its now familiar whirring sound.
He requested that the dead be bought up to the lab, and arranged to put them into large catering freezers. Everything was tidied up, and the families of the dead, were told that their loved ones, had been infected by an unknown alien virus, and had been quarantined far a week whilst tests were carried out.
A new clone of Vain was produced, and duly delivered to his former prison, to finish off his sentence. The prison guards were a bit surprised at how quiet the new Vain was. However, that was, they concluded, an improvement on the last one.
The staff members were rejuvenated and their souls returned. All three were made to sign secrecy papers, to prevent them from blabbing about what had occurred. Their memories finally returned, and their families were convinced that this was a side effect of the deadly bug that Corporation X had cured them from. For this, they were eternally grateful, and the staff members were given a month’s paid leave to fully recover.
Vain had much to contemplate. His memory was only hours old. All he could remember was the prison and how he did not want to go back to that place: what to do? He had no money and no identification. Vain was no fool, he had made himself rich from his wolf like cunning.
He stood in front of a mirrored window for a few seconds, studying his face and stature. Black skin, brown eyes, stubbly short black hair with white flecks. Vain memorized his looks and started to walk the streets, looking at everyone passing by, trying to match up his profile.
Then he spotted a likely match, crossing the road, in a hurry, checking his watch. Vain stopped, stood behind a fast-food stand, waiting for his victim.
He stepped out, stopping his man by asking him the time.
‘It’s 17.96 and I’m late!’ came the reply.
But it was too late, Vain had already spotted his wallet in his front jacket pocket and it had changed hands.
‘Thanks; sorry to have stopped you,’ replied Vain.
The man, later identified by Vain, as Daniel Wilson, carried on oblivious to his lighter pockets, until he tried to enter his office complex.
‘Daniel, I like that name,’ said Vain, leafing through the wallet full of Empire banknotes.
He decided to take himself off to the spaceport to find a hapless captain, to see if he could steal a ship.
He took a taxi, went to a bar and listened to conversations, whilst having his first alcoholic drink in . . . well, it must have been ages, he thought to himself and managed a little chuckle under his breath.
‘Yes, just got a cargo to shift to Vega, and then that’s it. I can take a well earned vacation,’ said one captain to another.
That was it, Vain was on his game, the ship would be his he thought, as he introduced himself.
12.4: Transportation to TCR
Captain Avery and Marie were now passing through hyperspace with the life support machine, with the former CEO of Corporation X, Sam Humphries inside.
After Jim had returned to the Corporation, he had been confronted by his clone self and could not quite convince security that he was the real one, and this clone was an impostor.
‘I tell you it is me,’ he said to a confused security guard. ‘But I am the real Sam Humphries; this must be some sort of spying trick from a rival firm.'
‘Get him out of here and call the police,’ said the clone.
Therefore, they did, and Jim spent an uncomfortable night in a prison cell, until Reginald came to put him in the custody of The Council. He was forced to lie in the life support device, and was wheeled out of the police station, into a waiting van, then delivered to Avery at the spaceport.
‘What do you think The Council will do with him?’ asked Marie.
‘I have no idea, but you can be sure he won’t be coming back to Diso City in the near future.’
Avery scanned his chart of the Altair System; not noticed anything peculiar about the place, when he had been here in the past. It all looked normal to him, so the idea of a secret base inside a moon, made him slightly nervous, about The Council and their real power over the galaxies. Avery’s map that Reginald had supplied revealed the entrance to the secret complex, via a crater on Atlas’s fourth moon. After much hesitation, he put out a call to TCR. At first, there was nothing - only static.
‘Atlas Four, come in Atlas Four,’ nothing.
‘Try calling TCR,’ said Marie.
‘You really think that they are going to answer to TCR?’ asked Avery.
‘Why not? They aren’t going to expect anyone to be asking for a secret Council base in the middle of a perfectly normal star system.’
‘True,’ Avery shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He knew that Marie was right, but did not like being overridden on his own ship.
‘This is Captain Avery of the Lion S Class registration 00BL96, requesting entrance to TCR complex.’
‘Do you have what we requested Captain Avery?’ came the quick response.
‘Ah, yes, you mean the life support device and the prisoner Sam Humphries, former CEO of Corporation X, Diso System?’
‘Good, good,’ said the jovial voice of a man who sounded as if retirement was pending.
‘Requesting permission to enter,’ said Avery.
‘Granted, status verified: you are welcome to land,’ he laughed and the line went dead.
‘Hello?’ said Avery, ‘which crater are we supposed to be heading for?’ Nothing came back. Avery moved the S Class around so he could see the entire sphere of the moon in front of him. Reginald’s map was spread out before him, and Avery began to put the image imprint of the onboard system, together with the f
lat map. ‘Ah look,’ he said pointing out the front window. ‘There are three craters identical to one another.’
One of them was the right one, but it did not make it clear which one it was. The map just indicated the band around the moon in which the crater resided.
‘What now?’ said Marie.
‘I’ll just have to guess!’
‘Guess?’
‘Yes, guess, there is no way I can tell which one it is, so without any message or sign from TCR, I can’t tell from here. All I can do is to go and take a closer look at the surface.’
‘I suppose that might help,’ said a pessimistic Marie.
‘We have a 3:1 chance. I like the odds,’ said Avery.
Marie shook her head; she would not have taken a 2:1 chance, let alone a 3:1. Still, she had died once and now she had lost all fear. Besides, this way at least she would go with Avery this time. She sat back and relaxed.
Avery steered the craft over the centre of the moon and scanned the surface, checking each crater in turn, judging each one as he went by on his second pass. He was sure he had made the right choice.
‘What do you reckon?’ said Marie.
‘I’ve made my choice. Let’s hope I’m right!’
He swung the craft up into a vertical climb, and then swooped down into the crater.
‘It looks solid!’ said a not so certain Marie.
‘Trust me on this one. I know what I’m doing,’ said a confident Avery.
‘I Hope so,’ replied Marie.
As they slipped into the crater, the sides disappeared and a metal construction was revealed to them.
‘How did you know Avery?’ Marie asked, ‘How did you know this was the right one?’
‘It was quite easy really.’
‘Not to me it wasn’t.’
‘Well, if you looked around the edges of the other two craters, you would have seen that there were twisted bits of metal everywhere, where craft had tried and failed to enter this place. So the fact that the lunarscape was clear of debris meant that this was the only one that it could have been.’
‘Right,’ said a somewhat bemused Marie.
They landed in a large loading bay, which was almost empty, except for a transfer shuttle used for emergencies. It looked like a regular shuttle, nothing interesting about it. Therefore, if you saw it land, on Atlas, you would assume that it was from one of the other planets, such as Altea. Everything was made to look normal - on the surface at least.
Phillips was taken into a laboratory room, where technicians readied him for his incubation. Avery and Marie were escorted in to see their old comrade.
‘What are you doing here Avery?’ said Phillips, almost not believing his eyes. ‘And Marie, this cannot be happening; you’re dead.’
‘That’s right, I was, but as you can see, this machine,’ which she indicated in the centre of the room, ‘brought me back to full life again and here I am.’
‘What are you doing here?’ Phillips asked.
‘We’re delivering this machine for you, we’ve been told. Are you sure you know what you are doing Phillips?’ Avery asked; a little concerned for his old mate.
‘I get to do something, people can only dream of Avery.’
‘Becoming a god?’ Avery asked.
‘That’s right. How amazing is that?’
‘I’m not sure Phillips; you don’t know where this will end,’ Avery stated.
‘Well I reckon, by the time I find out, you will all be just a memory in the annals of history and listed amongst the many pirates who went a pillaging amongst the stars.
‘As for me, I will be remembered forever as the pirate who became a god of a planet. That is real history, posterity Avery. I will be remembered forever for what I am going to do.’
‘I’ll settle for a nice retirement on Radian myself.’
‘Well, that is where we differ my friend. I want adventure and experience in life; you want to settle down and disappear into the fabric.’
‘If it suits you Phillips, then you must make that your mantra and live by it,’ Marie interjected.
‘Exactly,’ said a self-satisfied Phillips.
‘What’s going to happen to Sam Humphries there?’ said Avery to Marcus, one of the white coated technicians.
‘Well, I don’t know yet. My guess is that we will use his DNA to kick-start human life on Earth.’
‘You mean that you are going to put his DNA onto an asteroid like you said Marcus?’ asked Phillips.
‘He’s an average measure for humanity to come, so yes. We have no intentions of putting him back into the galaxy so he can work up some other retrograde scheme; we are shutting him down for good.’
Humphries body was removed from the life support machine and underwent checks to see if he was conscious. He was not, but was coming around. Humphries was promptly placed into an evaporation chamber, where his body was swiftly turned into mash and injected into large jars, like a production line for potted meat products.
His soul was transferred to a small clear jar and was taken away to quarantine.
Avery and Marie started to become a little tense at this point and Avery asked, ‘Are we okay to leave now?’
‘You are free to go. Your work for The Council is over,’ replied Marcus.
Avery and Marie hugged Phillips in turn and said their good-byes. They left the facility and found themselves flying out of the crater, and into the freedom of the blackness of space.
Avery set the hyperspace drive for the Diso System, and prepared for transfer. As Avery hit hyperspace, he said, ‘Do you think Phillips will ever be happy?’
‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you, that happiness is an inside job?’ said Marie smiling.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sheldon Rogers is better known for his work in academic journals, on the subject of Daniel Defoe and his works on piracy. His interest in science fiction and ancient history, particularly the history of the first great civilization, the Sumerians, led to the creation of this book’s distinct universe. This reflects the possibilities that a race of humanoids has, and still does exist within our galaxy and beyond.
The music for the soundtrack was selected by him and Trademark, and represents their vision of the atmosphere and ambience of this universe.
He lives in Bournemouth, England with his partner and their black cat, and is currently writing volume two of the adventures of Captain Avery. His is also adapting the first into a film script, to send to a studio in Hollywood.
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