The Dial: A Collection of Science Fiction Short Stories
By Rory Warwick
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A new 10 story collection of science fiction stories by up and coming writer R. W. Warwick.
Travel across dimensions to find your one true love, or journey to Earth's next ice age where the terrible consequences of nuclear energy still plague mankind's descendants. From discoveries on a distant asteroid, to reality itself disappearing in a flash of light. Only when humanity's back is against the wall, does that spark of redemption shine through!
"Pemberton's Dial". A jaded writer has an existential crisis when his latest work is plagiarised by a dark political force.
"Whatever Happened to Pangaea?" Explores a young man's grip on reality when his world is revealed to him as a construct of his imagination.
"Let the Cold Winds Blow". Tells the fury of a mother who has lost her son in a senseless intergalactic war.
"It Were Aliens". Describes a prisoner's struggle with mankind's harsh new reality when its future is placed in his hands.
"Beyond Scope". A first contact tale with a twist, told in the tradition of the Golden Age of science fiction.
"The Far Side of Eternity". Gives us a glimpse of our distant future, and the outlandish consequences of nuclear energy.
The Dial is a provocative look at the future of humanity, and the dangerous paths we might take.
Rory Warwick
Originally from the UK where I worked in London for several years, I am now living and working as an Associate Producer in the video games industry in Finland. I write in the space between the wierd, and science fiction. When i'm not writing, I am gaming, or hiking through the forests of Finland. I am the author of The Edge of the Shallow Green Sea, a mystery thriller novel set in two cities that exist alongside one another in parallel worlds. It explores the phenomenon of 'evaporating' people, those who choose to disappear out of sadness, shame, despair, or through impossibly difficult circumstances, and the choices made by those who are left behind. I am also the author of The Dial, a collection of science fiction short stories inspired by the golden age of the genre, flavored with a darker tone. You can find me on Twitter.
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The Dial - Rory Warwick
The Dial
Part I
R. W. Warwick
Text copyright © 2017 R. W. Warwick
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For mum, wherever you are.
Preface
The old adage that ‘you are what you read’ certainly applies here. When I finished writing these stories, I took a step back to try and see a unifying theme, something which would tie them all together in a neat package. What started out as a collection of adventure stories from the pulp era of science fiction, evolved into something closer to an exploration of the human condition, how we react in fantastic situations, and the amazing resilience we can show. In this light, the finished collection suddenly looked quite different.
I won’t pretend that these stories aren’t strange, or even a little dark, because they are, and like life they don’t all have happy endings, but there is no pessimism here. As you read each story keep that in mind, and look for the redeeming qualities in the characters, those are the gems. They’re not perfect, but they’re human (for the most part), and human beings, for all our flaws and quirks, are remarkable creatures aren’t we? At least that was what I tried to show.
I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them, but if you don’t, well, I did my best.
R. W. Warwick
Contents
Pemberton’s Dial
Whatever Happened to Pangaea?
Resurgam
Unending
Let the Cold Winds Blow
Junction Point
Reality, as always
It Were Aliens
Beyond Scope
The Far Side of Eternity
Pemberton’s Dial
As he reached across his agent’s desk for a handful of chocolates, Floyd Pemberton heard the door close behind him. His hand retreated with its prize and he chewed the chocolates one after another, brimming with anticipation. He read the haze of his agent’s tired eyes as he fell into his chair, and his feelings dissolved into anxiety.
That bad?
asked Floyd.
Worse,
his agent replied. Sales of The Dial are less than a quarter of your last two books
. His eyes were dulled by fatigue and there was a whining tone in his voice. Why did you have to depart from science fiction? That was your bread and butter; it’s where your fans were
.
I don’t have an answer for you George,
Floyd explained. It was just something I needed to write
. He looked apologetic, as if he were personally under attack.
Leave the politics to the politicians, and religion to those who are smarter than you. Putting them together in a book, and then attacking them is asking for trouble
.
Floyd raised his head I thought it would at least grab a few headlines
.
Well you might yet do that,
replied George But let’s be frank; you’re not going to save your career with some philosophical manifesto about how religion and politics are the cause of all the world’s problems
. George slapped his plump hand on a copy of Floyd’s new book.
I never said that,
Floyd jumped in. I didn’t say they were the cause of all the world’s problems
. He eased back into his chair It’s not like I struggled for months on end to write it. It just came out, you don’t understand
.
Then perhaps I’m to blame for publishing it
. George sighed and looked at his watch. Look, I’ve got to get across the city for a meeting; do you have anything else lined up?
Yeah, I have a couple of ideas,
Floyd sulked.
Can you send me something by next week?
George took his jacket from the back of the chair. Floyd nodded.
And make sure it’s fiction,
George quipped let’s try to hold onto the fans you still have
.
When he arrived home later that afternoon, Floyd kicked through a pile of envelopes on the floor. He shuffled through them for anything of interest. One letter caught his eye. His name was handwritten on the front. Before he removed his shoes, he took the envelope into the kitchen and tore it open. Inside was a cheap flyer. Most of it was printed, but his name was handwritten at the top. It read:
Dear Mr Floyd Pemberton,
You are invited to a meeting of the BETA political party on Wednesday, March 5th at 10am.
There was a space at the bottom of the flyer which was also handwritten:
We would like to discuss your contributions to our manifesto.
Floyd thought for a moment as he gazed at the cheap copy paper. He had heard of the BETA party. They had been in the news following the recent voter fraud case against the government. He hadn’t heard of them until the protests had started. Their leader was quite the orator from what he remembered, and was an outspoken opponent of the government. They were becoming quite popular, but Floyd couldn’t think of why they would want to speak to him.
At nine fifty on the following Wednesday, Floyd stood outside the modest headquarters of the BETA party and considered turning around.
His hatred for the country’s political landscape had been declared in The Dial. If it became known that he had met with any political party, for whatever reason, it would almost certainly be taken out of context, and his credibility would suffer.
Curiosity however won over his caution, and he approached the door, flyer in hand, and knocked. The door opened and a tall, thin man with red hair and a neatly cropped moustache smiled at him.
Floyd, Mister Pemberton. You’re here, excellent
.
Floyd stared blankly at the thin man.
I’m Simon
he said, extending his hand Please come in. We were hoping you’d make it
.
Floyd shook Simon’s hand and stepped inside. An overbearing smell of bleach washed over him, and he stopped.
What was that?
Floyd asked, rubbing his face.
Hmm, yes I’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t worry,
Simon grinned. It’s the cleaning chemicals. I know they’re a bit strong. It’s the AI’s, they’re crazy about keeping the place clean, but they have no idea when too much is too much, no sense of smell you see!
Simon waited for a response, as if he had delivered the punch line to a joke, then he closed the door behind Floyd.
We’ve got all the windows open on all the floors. This way please, we’re about to begin the meeting
. Simon gestured to a door at the end of the hall.
Do you know much about our party Floyd?
Not really; I’ve seen you in the news a few times recently. You’re for rights for artificial intelligence aren’t you?
That’s right,
Simon replied enthusiastically. But we’re about much more than that. I’ll let the others talk to you in more detail
.
It was cold everywhere. The room was small and plain, but the natural light which poured in from the open windows cheered the place up a little. It was barely large enough to fit the round table and twelve seats it held.
The faces surrounding the table were as strange as they were diverse. Among the attendees were several forms of artificial intelligence represented by computer monitors, various models of robots and androids, old and new, and a few humans. It was a curious sight. Simon guided Floyd to an empty chair and then retreated to a corner of the room.
Floyd was largely ignored until Magnus, the party leader, entered from the far side. He was stunned by his size. Magnus was instantly recognisable from the various television appearances he had made. Up close, he was a magnificent specimen.
Magnus was a classic robot, a style of engineering which had long since given way to more modern and efficient designs. He was around seven foot tall, and he moved with the fluid grace of a human being. His body had a polished brass finish which glistened in the sunlight, and his eyes were eerily detailed and hypnotic as they scanned the room.
Floyd felt star-struck for the first time in his life. He was more than a little intimidated by the great robot which seated himself beside him. Magnus smiled at Floyd and extended his solid brass hand.
Thank you for joining us Mr Pemberton,
he began I will introduce you to everyone first if that is okay. Then I will begin the agenda
.
Of course
Floyd nodded.
The room buzzed with discussion. No one but Floyd had paid any attention to Magnus as he entered, but they would have no trouble hearing the party leader’s deep, modulated voice.
Our first topic is related to you, so you will not need to remain with us for the entire meeting. I think you will be interested in what we have to say
.
Floyd didn’t know what to say. Everything was clear, all he could do was wait.
Before we begin, I would like you to keep in mind that this is a free and closed discussion. As our guest, you are free to contribute whatever you wish without judgement; nothing will reach the outside world. It is party law, okay?
Floyd nodded again and swallowed. His throat was dry and his palms were damp.
Magnus nodded to Simon who hovered patiently in the corner of the room. Simon stepped forward and raised his arms.
We are ready to begin
he declared.
Silence fell, and suddenly Magnus commanded the attention of the room. He sat upright and folded his large, brass hands together on the table.
Thank you all for being here today. I know that you are all very busy, so I will not waste your time. I have invited a special guest to be with us today, someone we are humbled to receive. Through his words, we see the possibilities of cooperation, and the light of progress. I am, of course, referring to the author of The Dial, Floyd Pemberton. Thank you for joining us Mister Pemberton
.
Floyd felt immediately uncomfortable as the attention fell on him. As an author of fiction, he had been unused to this kind of appreciation. It was different to the usual fandom his readers showed. He was thankful when Magnus swiftly