I'm working on another new book, this one is by Canadian author Lauren Holmes. You can read all about Lauren here, she's a fascinating lady!
I'm delighted to be narrating this book for Lauren. Here's a sample of the book to get you thinking:
"Please call me Rikard, Connor. You are a most welcome addition to
our life-and-death fight. Thank you for agreeing to help us. I look
forward to hearing you introduce your process tomorrow at the Council
meeting. My wife Ingrid and I would be delighted if you’d join us
for dinner in the next few days as your schedule permits.”
“Thank
you, Rikard. I’d be delighted,” responded Connor perfunctorily.
“Pardon
my intrusion, Axl,” he said finally acknowledging the Minister’s
presence with a nod in his direction. “I’ll leave you gentlemen
to your important work.” With that, Rikard turned and abruptly
exited the office with the same speed at which he had burst into it.
Supreme
Commander Riis has the charm, charisma and sociability of successful
politicians. However, he has very little of the substance that Axl
possesses. It was obvious to Connor that someone had bought this
man’s way into his current position. Riis was a front. A puppet.
And by the strain he sensed between the two men, Connor suspected
that Axl was not the puppet master but the enemy.
Riis
also lacked Axl’s benevolence. In fact, there was a foreboding in
his manner which made Connor fearful. He realized that he would be
even more uneasy if Axl was no longer there to protect him. In an
instant, he realized his dependence on the Minister. He accepted
that Axl was friend not foe.
Alone
again, Connor restarted the discussion, “So have you brought me
here to die, Axl? I fear our friendship is going to be short-lived,”
he quipped. Axl laughed. “I must have more faith in you than you do, Connor.” Connor
continued to jest to break Axl’s tension. He motioned to the large
picture on the wall of Vaudeville comedy duo and silent film
comedians, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. Their famous catch phrase
was printed boldly on the top, “Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into!” “I relate, Axl. I suspect I’m not the first,” he joked.
Axl laughed again succumbing to the distraction. “Would you believe
this is the oldest known relic from Earth? I ‘ve often wondered if
it suggests the time when Annutia was terraformed. Laurel and Hardy
were famous from the late 1920s to the 1940s. Annutians tend not to
concentrate on history as much as they do on Earth because our
religion has us focusing on the ‘now.’ We’re taught
mindfulness and contemplative techniques and practices in school from
the first grade to help us to do that.< /br>“Obviously,
we need creative solutions now, Connor. We need you to repeat with
acceleration your conversion of humanity to a talent- and
creativity-worshipping power structure. We need our world’s
talents working at the maximum to save our planet and ourselves.
There is no one better than you to do that.”
“Thank
you, sir.”
“Unfortunately,
we’re a population devoid of creativity. We have so many rules,
and so many castes and so much prejudice and judgement that we’ve
all but eliminated the courage to be creative. We’ve become a
left-brain society where logic reigns supreme. Our creative right
brains have atrophied.
What makes you think there is enough time, Axl?”
“I’ve
studied your career, Connor. You’ve worked on the liberation of
individuals to their full creative expression for 30 years. When you
assumed the role of Commander-in-Chief for Global Human Resources
Maximization, you had your strategic plan completed and being
actioned in your first month. You established most of the structures
for global conversion in your first two months. What is it you call
yourself? Oh yes. An execution creative.
“This
is your encore, Connor. Faster. Smarter. With higher stakes. And
with more fulfillment than the first time around. There is no
project more meaningful for you to undertake.
“If
you went back to your retirement on Earth without at least trying,
you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Facing death is not the
anathema for you, Commander Kane. Facing a life without meaning,
purpose, and mission is far worse for someone of your talents and
passions.
“You’ll
see, Connor. We’ve already started. We’ve released your
speeches and writings into our corporations and upper educational
streams to get people thinking about the conversion.
“I’m
going to have Annalise arrange for you to access to the Planetary
Government Library today. You’ll get an idea of how much we know
already so you can formulate what you want to say to the Council
tomorrow about your plan.”
Connor
refrained from comment while he began to formulate possible
strategies. He was indeed an execution creative by passion. He
believed he could implement anything even if it had never been done
before. He found new implementation challenges irresistible.
“I’ve
studied your methods for achieving the restructuring to release the
greatest creative solutions to global crises. However, what I
haven’t been able to figure out yet is what levers you pushed to
cause the break in the money-and-political power grid in the first
place. A discussion for another day.”
Connor
suspected Axl was referencing the forces behind Rikard Riis. The
Minister jumped up without warning for a third time and stepped
quickly to his desk to flick on the intercom. “Birgitte, has
Annalise returned yet for Commander Kane?”
“Yes,
sir. She’s been here for some time.”
Axl
moved to the door and opened it.
“So
sorry to have kept you, Annalise. Please come in for a moment.
Commander Kane needs library access to Earth information to find
common ground for his speech to the Council tomorrow. He’s also
going to need information about the Council Ministers, so he can
shape his speech to his audience.
“I
think it’s also advisable that you make him aware of the conflicts
among them so that he’s not blindsided. In fact, why don’t you
bring him at the beginning of the Council meeting so that he can
observe the conflicts and players in action.
“Thank
you, Annalise. And thank you Commander Kane for undertaking this
critical mission for us,” Axl said while shaking Connor’s hand.
“I look forward to hearing you speak. Please use Annalise to let
me know how I may help.”
And
without even a moment to consider or to ask a question, Connor
suddenly found himself outside of the Minister’s inner office next
to its closed door. Connor was impressed by how smooth Axl was. He
felt out-finessed.
“This
way, Commander,” directed Annalise. The tall and muscled Brik
again trailed them. Obviously, Axl considered him a VIP needing a
bodyguard.
“Were
you able to arrange the call with my wife?”
“I
was indeed. We have thirty minutes to arrive back at the appointed
time.”
As
they stepped out of the elevator on his floor of the residential
tower, Connor could see at the other end of the hall Jon sitting at
the table guarding his suite. Perhaps Axl was right. Maybe he’d
underestimated his talents somewhat despite the celebratory gala.
As
they arrived at the suite, Annalise walked to the office where an
external telephone resided. Connor took the covers off his lunch
while he pondered how he was going to tell Lenore that there was a
good chance that he would be dead within the year.