Delighted to welcome my next guest writer to the short story festival, Phillip T. Stephens with his science fiction contribution with a topical twist.
Search and Seizure by Phillip T. Stephens.
The Jovian Starlines conveyor belt shuttled Faust and Roxanne to the customs counter. The obsequious looking rodent behind the counter held out his hand. “Name?” he squeaked. His whiskers bounced like a see saw when he spoke.
“Roxanne Street,” she said, dropping her HolID into his white-gloved hand. The rat slipped it into the HoloViewer and scanned the data stream cascading down her fully dimensional facsimile.
“What’s that on your shoulder?” he demanded.
“You mean the whip?” Cracked leather strips, braided together in a chord, coiled up her right arm. “It’s an ancient Terran herding device, now worn exclusively for ornamentation.”
The rodent returned her card. “Name?” he asked Faust.
“Goëthe Whip,” cracked Faust, who collected false identities the way other connoisseurs collected fine wines or pre-Twentieth Century artillery. He gave the rodent his voice activated, instantly programmable HolID. Faust kept his invention secret. Cheap Titan clones would flood the inhabitable planets the day after he sold even one on the black market.
“Open your bags,” the officer ordered.
“Why?” Roxanne demanded.
“Drug search. There’s a big market in Auralen 5 right now.”
“I’m tired of your planetary profiling,” Faust said. “Just because we’re Terran, it doesn’t make us drug smugglers.”
“We all came from the same ocean,” Roxanne said, sliding her solar lenses back into her eyelids. “Besides, shouldn’t you be more concerned about terrorists than drugs?”
“We won the war against terrorism. Don’t you listen to Emperor Trump 720? The new war is the war on drugs.”
The clerk waved through three Martians lugging large trunks without even checking their HolIDs. “See what I mean” Faust said. “Why didn’t you search their trunks?”
“Do they look like drug dealers?” the official squeaked.
Roxanne snapped her whip. The whip cracked against the trunk, opening the latch. Particle cannons and subterranean mines clattered across the star port floor. One of the Martians drew his top-spinning quark gun. Roxanne snapped her whip again. He jumped back from the whip, cracked his head against the wall and collapsed to the floor.
The rodent kissed her feet and thanked her for saving his ass. He returned their bags and passed them through.
Back at their apartment, Faust kissed Roxanne and said, “Great decoy, Rox. We’ll be on Saturn before they discover the guns were fake.”
He set up the flash freezer and froze the whip. Roxanne slammed it on the table. The whip cracked. She slammed it again. The whip shattered, spilling out twenty-two grams of crystal Auralen 5, worth seventeen million dollars. Martian dollars.
©PhillipTStephens 2017
About Phillip T. Stephens
Phillip T. Stephens, a professional educator and writer who developed a number of innovative classroom programs for exceptional and at-risk youth, drew on his own experiences as a minister’s son being frequently moved to new schools as well as those of his students to write Seeing Jesus. He and his wife carol rescue and rescue cats in Austin, Texas for http://www.austinsiameserescue.org/
He is author of Seeing Jesus. A humorous, coming of age story, suitable for Christmas reading, Seeing Jesus introduces young readers to questions of spirituality and philosophy they might not otherwise find the opportunity to explore.
A selection of books by Phillip T. Stephens.
Read the reviews and buy the books:https://www.amazon.com/Phillip-Stephens/e/B0091XK7HS
Connect to Phillip.
Blog: http://ptstephens.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/stephens_pt
My thanks to Phillip for his contribution to the short story fest and for keeping you entertained in my absence. Please check out his books and share thank you Sally.
Coming up this afternoon a story from Wendy Janes – From Hackney to Hollywood.
I thought this was a very clever take on drug smuggling. Well done, Philip.
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Thanks Robbie.. Phillip puts a great twist on his stories. xx
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Reblogged this on Wind Eggs and commented:
And now my contribution to Sally Cronin’s short story festival.
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Thanks for the contribution Phillip and very Star Wars visually.. thanks too for sharing the other stories.
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Enjoyed this, Phillip. Thanks.
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Thanks John.. xx
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Brilliantly told Phillip. A big story crammed into a small but perfectly formed tale with not a word wasted. I got a real feel you were playing with (by putting a thoroughly modern spin on) the classic sci-fi formats found all those years in something like Astounding Stories. It’s that good I’m going back to read it again right now!
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Thanks Paul.. I agree… I do enjoy the more classic script driven rather than special effects Sci-fi.
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Nice bit of sci fi intrigue. 🙂
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Thanks Debby.. hugs xxx
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Very clever indeed. Thanks, Philip and Sally.
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Thanks Olga.. hugs xx
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