I, Radio

Joseph White Sean

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Radio dreams of what might be. When one of his dreams comes true, he is forced into a series of events where his future and the future of his reality hangs in the balance. Will the people of Earth make the right choices? Will he be able to overcome the tests which have been set for him? The more he gets involved, the more he realizes that he has been at the heart of everything from the very beginning. His problems aren't just current, they exist in time. Can he resolve the evolutionary problems of creation? Failure could mean the end of everything.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528957403
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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I, Radio
Sean Joseph White
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-04-30
I, Radio About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright © Acknowledgement I, Radio – Book One One – The Apprentice Two – The Super Volcano Three – The Darkest Hour Four – Planta Genista Five – The Unknown Pleasures Six – The Paradox and the Plan Seven – The Honey Pot Eight – Into the Abyss Nine – The Pillar in the Temple Ten – The Children of the Paradox Eleven – The Nexus Twelve – The Calm Before the Storm Thirteen – The Tractor Beam Fourteen – The Corner of Houston and Elm Fifteen – The Warning Shot Across the Bows Sixteen – The Robe and the Lampstand Seventeen – The Fat Man Eighteen – Operation Birth Right Nineteen – The Offer and the Citadel Twenty – Hrolfr, Duke of Normandy Twenty-One – The Dragon’s Run Twenty-Two – The Saxon Invasion Twenty-Three – The Dragon’s Lair Twenty-Four – The Black Viking Twenty-Five – The Fountains of Lilith Twenty-Six – The Treasures of the Earth Twenty-Seven – Pontius Pilate Twenty-Eight – X Marks the Spot and Other Revelations Twenty-Nine – The Wisest Fool in Christendom Thirty – The Philosopher’s Stone Thirty-One – The Spirit Quest Thirty-Two – The Beast of the Sea Thirty-Three – The Education of Master Jacques Thirty-Four – The Wedding Thirty-Five – The Mission Thirty-Six – The Gene Machine Thirty-Seven – The Radio Apocalypse Thirty-Eight – The Golden Door Thirty-Nine – The Others Forty – Darkness Was upon the Face Forty-One – The Arc of Time Forty-Two – The Temporal Adjustment Team Forty-Three – The Gods of Old Forty-Four – The Ten Plagues Forty-Five – Out of Egypt Forty-Six – Let There Be Light Forty-Seven – The Radio WHO Forty-Eight – I, Radio
About the Author
Sean Joseph White is a contractor who usually provides support to the Financial Services industry in Edinburgh. He is 48 years old and spends most of his spare time at home, painting and writing. This is his first published novel.
About the Book
Radio dreams of what might be. When one of his dreams comes true, he is forced into a series of events where his future and the future of his reality hangs in the balance. Will the people of Earth make the right choices? Will he be able to overcome the tests which have been set for him? The more he gets involved, the more he realizes that he has been at the heart of everything from the very beginning. His problems aren’t just current, they exist in time. Can he resolve the evolutionary problems of creation? Failure could mean the end of everything.
Dedication
For Jamie
Copyright ©
Sean Joseph White (2019)
The right of Sean Joseph White to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528957403 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
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E14 5LQ
Acknowledgement
I thank Elaine Pagels for her excellent book The Origin of Satan .
I, Radio – Book One

One – The Apprentice
He sat down on the ox-blood, leather Cambridge sofa and picked up the tiny cup of coffee from the glass-topped coffee table in front of him. He sipped the creamy, brown mixture and put the cup back down on the saucer. A bit too sweet.
He looked at the television screen and took in the hysteria and the commotion. Universal panic. This was it, at last, his day had come. 15 years of constant streaming had brought him to this point. He was either as mad as his friends thought he was or he would very shortly be vindicated in his own mind.
The picture of a passenger aeroplane in flight flashed up on screen. The strap line on the television said, “London Terror Alert” and the plane seemed to take a plunge as if heading towards something closer to the ground.
Oh God , he thought. They are going to do a 9/11.
He could hear the voices of the television presenters and they sounded panicked but he couldn’t make out any of the words.
He started to sweat in the heat. He could feel the droplets run down his back and he begged his brain to calm everything down. He needed to think and he needed to remember what to say. If he was right, a door would open very shortly.
Future, past and present. He found it difficult to keep track of everything now. Images in his mind were conjured easily but the time frames seemed to somehow coalesce and not be important. He closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe, to click his mind in to gear. There was a sound of swishing in front of him. A door had slid open in the middle of his living room.
“Operator, suspend plane in mid-air. Jam all weapons and diffuse all bombs.” He stepped through the door and into his matrix for the first time. He left the television behind him. Where he was going, televisions were surplus to requirements.
He now stood in the middle of the matrix that he himself had designed. He had called it TIME. In front of him were the incursion windows. He was one step away from everywhere in time and space and perhaps even further if his suspicions were correct.
He put his right index finger to his temple. “Operator, upload interface.” A timer appeared on the window in front of him counting down the upload. He put his left index finger to the opposite temple. “Upload Core Application Suite.” Another timer appeared and started counting down. Suddenly, the interface appeared in his field of vision. Energy Display. Information box from The Operator’s Head. Core Application Suite. The applications started appearing as soon as they had downloaded.
“Operator, activate ADS and lock.” The Automatic Defence Software buzzed into life and he could feel a force field around his body.
“Activate DEITY. Activate TREADMILL. Activate TIMESPLICER.”
He waited until The Operator displayed three green ticks on screen and then he breathed slowly out. He was online and ready. He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes again. Calm down. Please, calm down. Breathe. He opened his eyes and somehow, he was ready to go.
“Operator – spatial incursion to plane interior.”
The window in front of him morphed into a haze for a second. When the haze cleared, he was looking at rows of airline passengers. He walked through in to the cabin.
The Operator had warned him that things would happen very fast and that he wouldn’t have time to think. It was for this reason that he had been preparing for years. Although he felt a little bit like a ball in a pinball machine, he knew exactly where he was going and what he had to do.
“All terrorists. Please put your weapons down and come to me.”
There was an initial silence and then several moments of clunking as the weapons hit the floor. They all simply walked over to him. Their faces were blank and they moved in a very matter of fact fashion. The only thing that betrayed their sentience was the curiosity in their eyes. This was the DEITY application in action. He had no desire to hurt anyone so he had designed this application to avoid any unpleasantness. DEITY stood for ‘Do Everything I Tell You’.
He looked at each of them in turn, cleared his throat and said, “To save your life, you first have to lose it. That does not mean, however, that you should fly a plane in to a building and take thousands of people with you. That is, always has been and always will be considered one thing and one thing only; murder.”
He had rehearsed this little speech a hundred times before in his daydreams and he was grateful that he didn’t have to remember it. The words came unbidden.
“You can lose your life to other things. You can lose your life to kindness. You can lose your life to generosity. You can lose your life to charity. Most importantly of all, you can lose your life to love.”
He remembered where he was supposed to send them. In his mind, he could see a village with a well. An old woman was standing next to it, waiting. He opened the TIMESPLICER and created an incursion through to the village. A door appeared in the cabin and you could see the old woman through it, as clear as day. It was a face he knew well.
He turned to the man nearest him. A medium built man of about 45, handsome and well dressed.
“You would have broken her heart. Now go.”
The medium built man looked concerned and somewhat apologetic but he was under the spell of the application and he walked through the door. They all did and the door vanished. It was so simple.
All eyes in the cabin were on him now. They all had that look of awe. None of them looked scared and many of them had that same blank expression on their faces as the terrorists. He was calm.
“I need you all to calm down and not panic. There is nothing to be afraid of. I’m merely going to fly this plane into the nearest airport, which I think is Gatwick. Hold on, don’t panic and listen to this music.”
He opened iTunes on his interface and played ‘Solid Gold’ by ‘The Golden Filter’. He smiled because he knew it would have them guessing when in fact, he just liked the tune. It was a favourite of an old friend.
He walked down the cabin and entered the cockpit. The Pilot and the Co-Pilot were staring at him, open mouthed but still with a smile in their eyes. Their plane was suspended in mid-air and he was responsible for it.
“Hello Thomas, hello Bernard,” he said. “I need you to give me a heading to the nearest airport.”
Bernard looked at him and hesitated. A voice in his head said, “You don’t need a heading. Just say where you want to go and I’ll take care of the rest.”
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