Douglas C. Atkins predicts in his dystopian novel and short stories the future of mankind isn’t as bright as one might think.
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The true evil in this dystopian future is either the world leaders or the strict religious cult.
Hollywood and the publishing industry share much success with Dystopian tales. The career of George Lucas was launched with THX 1138. Remember George Orwell with Oceania and 1984. The Road by Cormac McCarthy won a Pulitzer and 20 film awards.
The Deadly Prophesy of Enoch, carries on that tradition There is no natural fresh water left. This environmental phenomenon, even now, is taking place all over the world. It is seen in California today. That life-giving commodity is controlled be a mega company called Acquasuperior with their hundreds of desalination planes . That’s about to change.
My novel is a modern-day interpretation of the ancient text: the Book of Enoch which prophesies the end to the earth’s fresh water and total destruction by fire. Will the righteous – the Elect – inherit heaven after the world’s obliteration? Or will the ruling class – the Watchers – maintain control. Whichever comes true, life on earth will never be the same.
Especially considering there is a secret plot between the two classes not revealed until the last page. A series like the Terminator and the Matrix, the Deadly Prophesy of Enoch is the first of three parts.
A collection of SF stories explores human connection in the near and unpleasant future.
Most of Atkins’ 10 tales in this volume are quite lengthy, leading offwith two novelettes: Here We Go Again, in which a “Human Engineered Intelligence” is placed on trial for murder, and Ascensor Physics, in which a death row inmate is paired with a genetically engineered, “mostly human” woman in a space exploration tale redolent of SF’s golden age. The collection also includes four stories of near-novelette length that feature characters yearning for intimacy in futures turned bad. While none of the tales feels padded, they sometimes exhibit an exuberant laxness of prose (“It was unending, seeming to go on for a long time. He had nothing totell time”). But such is Atkins’ vigor, readers will likely sweep past such awkward phrasings.
The stories’ lengthiness, meanwhile, allows for worldbuilding that encompasses several themes in any given tale. Climate disaster is one motif, seen most prominently in “Lessons From the Breadbasket,” in which an agronomist leaves heat-ravaged Earth to work on an alien planet whose native inhabitants are in danger of repeating humanity’s errors. Climate disaster is also evident in “The Plunge,” in which drastic attempts to counter rising temperatures have sent the planet spiraling toward a new ice age, and “Mirage,” in which a widower and climate refugee must trek for water along with all the women.
Atkins writes in the past tense through male characters. “The Plunge” and “Mirage” are narrated by misogynistic protagonists and portray women as the more virtuous, silent partner in humanity’s misfortunes. “Mirage” also depicts rampant wealth disparity, which is explored further in “Squeezing Lemons” and in “Richland,” in which two malcontents attempt to sabotagea town’s digital currency and topple its wealthy elite.
Atkins’ arrangement of stories is astute, and the themes tend to flow from one tale to the next. The only extraneous inclusions are the short palate cleansers “That’s Natural” and “The Alien Con” and perhaps the murder mystery “Phobos Phobia,” though these offerings do contribute to a recurrent sense of a dog-eat-dog future. While few of the stories have happy endings, several wrap up with modest twists and small victories. The overall effect is sobering but with a buoyancy of spirit.
Dour in content yet lively in execution; a well-balanced collection of tales.
- Kirkus Reviews
I’m a disabled Army veteran. I suffered from PTSD caused by my only daughter’s murder and the suffering my late wife endured. I write as therapy. When she was alive, we took in a couple of foster children who had seizures.
My writing has won five international awards, including an honor able mention in the Writer’s Digest Annual Writing Contest and two honorable mentions in L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future Competition. I have been published in Wired Magazine, Reader’s Digest, USA Today, and a few literary journals.
I am also a past contributor to BetaBoston, the Boston Globe’s innovation and technology blog. I live on Cape Cod with my wife, where we spoil our grandkids.
by Douglas C. Atkins
Chapter 1
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Detective Isaac Cash sat at his desk, fighting anxiety, struggling to make sense of the department’s new filing system. Why had he agreed to come out of retirement? His brain didn’t work the same. He could no longer envision murder scenes, find holes is evidence or suspect’s statements, or even snoop out obscure facts. Not since his accident. He lowered his head until his chin rested on his chest, cursing and feeling ashamed of his ineptitude.
“Cash, get in here,” Captain Bhatt shouted from his office.
Isaac snapped out of his momentary depression. Bhatt sounded mad. Had Isaac screwed something else up? Had the captain finally run out of patience? He entered his superior’s office.
“Yes, captain?”
A tall woman stood to the left of the desk. She was taller than Isaac. Slender with jet black hair tucked in a bun on the back of her head, and eyes as green as tropical waters. She stood at attention, stiff as a plank, dressed in a beat-cop’s uniform with her hat tucked under her right arm.
“I’ve got good news, and more good news,” Bhatt said. “First, the perfect case for you just came across my desk. A double murder at Hanover Tower.”
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