Friday 23 September 2016

Pangaea Origins: The Olympus

                In the vacuum wilderness of space a small jagged piece of rock floated alone.  It slowly span as light from the sun sparkled off tiny grains of sand.  Five Hundred kilometres above the Earth on the edge of the thermosphere the rock impacted the outer shell of the huge space station Olympus.  The main centrifuge of the station was a large circular orb.  The thin outer walls were made from titanium and aluminium to create a lightweight puncture proof shell.   It rotated at such a speed it created artificial gravity.  Extended from either side of the station were two long compartments that stretched as far as a football field.  These both rotated in the opposite direction to the rest of the station.
                Inside, Olympus was comprised of several floors that started from the centre and made their way outwards.  The orb was split into five different compartments, living quarters, a science lab, engine room, control deck and a large garden across the southern deck.  Along one of the extended compartments was a docking station and on the other an array of satellite dishes.
                Olympus was populated by one occupant.  Alexis a Russian cosmonaut whom was half way through her twelve month tour in space.  She was petite, slim with short dark hair, the perfect size for navigating cramp living quarters.  Alexis had been alone for a month since the last crew departed and the next were due to arrive within twelve hours.  She was not completely alone though, there was an on board computer programmed to help run and maintain the station.  Selene was programmed with a strong dominating female voice.
                Alexis was in the southern region of the station tending to her plants.  Inside the large open room, tall green leafy plants reached up ten feet around the outside of the room.  In the middle were rows of tables with vegetable plants, from tomatoes to raspberries there was enough for the station to be self-reliant.  The plants were kept alive by ultraviolet lamps that hung from the ceiling.  Under the glass flooring pipes carried recycled water to feed the plants.  Oxygen given off by the plants was taken in by a ventilation shaft and stored in tanks.  Alexis inspected every plant, pruned the leaves and sprayed them with a cool breeze of water.  At the end of the table stood an over grown tomato plant.  Alexis removed the stems that had grown toward the floor.  She pulled off the five tomatoes that had grown from the stems.  She wiped away the moisture off the skin and took a bite.  The taste was refreshing.
                Alexis placed the empty stems in the trash compactor near the exit.  She press a red button and the stems were taken away.  The door slide open and Alexis left the room.  She entered a small narrow room with a ladder.  The room was bare, the floor and walls all made from plain grey metal panels.  Alexis held onto the ladder and made her way up.  Alexis could never get use to the coldness in the ladder rooms.  Each internal room was heated but the ladder rooms that connected each room were left with minimal heat barely just enough to breathe.  She climbed past the next floor and toward the control deck.
                For most part the control deck looked like an empty room that curved with the centre of the station and had a glass outer wall.  A small part of the floor slid open and Alexis climbed up onto the deck.  The open floor closed behind her.   She walked to the edge of the deck and placed her hand against the glass wall.  She took a long look at the picturesque Earth in front of her.  The sun fell behind the curved horizon and for a moment she was submerged in complete darkness but for the unnatural light from the mass cities of earth.  Spot lights in the ceiling switched on.
                Alexis walked to the inner wall and placed her hand on the wall.  She removed her hand and a faint blue hand print was left behind.  The hand print slowly brightened and trickles of light spread out either side.  Alexis turned to face the glass wall.  In front of her a small spec of light appeared and sparkled mid-air.  It expanded and stretched out ten meters wide and four meters tall.  The light faded to expose an array of control panels and monitors.  To the left Alexis could control the movements of the station, and to the right were monitors displaying each room.  In the centre was a larger monitor.
                “Selene, please can you connect me to Earth Base Alpha” Alexis spoke to the on board computer.  Over recent years space exploration had become a unified program between nations.  This particular station was the biggest ever constructed and kept contact with a newly built mission control in a neutral location on Earth.
                “Connecting,” Selene replied.
                The monitor switched on but the signal was poor, she could not make out who she was talking to, the image was fuzzy but the sound was clear.
                “Ground control to Olympus do you read over,” the male voice spoke.
                “I am here, but the picture isn’t coming through very well,” Alexis moved a dial to the right of the monitor to see if a slight change to the frequency would improve the signal.
                “Sir, we are receiving a very poor signal and cannot make contact,” the man spoke to a colleague, before the signal cut out.
                “Hello,” Alexis stepped back and waved her arms to no avail.  “Selene what is going on, we have only powered down the systems for two days, why have we lost contact.”
                “I have performed a diagnosis but all systems are reading ok,” Selene confirmed.
                “Then what is going on…” Alexis took a moment to think about what could be happening.
                The fuzzy image reappeared, “I repeat Alexis if you can hear me, power down the antimatter reactor, an unusually large solar storm is approaching and it will destabilise the reactor!” the voice shouted.
                The signal cut out again.  The science lab was at the centre of the station, it was used solely for the purpose of creating and stabilising antimatter.  With a battle to find alternative fuels researching antimatter in space was a safer option then on Earth.  The reactor would automatically resume once Olympus was powered up and antimatter would begin to be produced.  If the storm was powerful enough it could cut power throughout the station and the antimatter would react with all around it and annihilate Olympus.
                “Selene, why did you not see the storm approaching?” Alexis snarled.
                “I only scanned the systems within Olympus, my sensors have not picked up any unusual solar activity.”
                “Is it possible one of your antennas have been damaged and your sensors have not picked it up?”
                “That is a small possibility, but the likelihood is doubtful.”
                Alexis stepped over to the right side of the screen in front.  She scanned over the monitors and rested her eyes on the science lab.  She pressed her fingers on the monitor and dragged over the image.  It expanded in the centre of the screen and she got a better look into the lab.  It was a large circular room with a square reactor eight feet tall made from a solid heavy metal.  Inside the reactor were thousands of smaller magnets to house the antimatter.
                “Selene I want you to carefully power down the reactor, I cannot take the chance.”
                “As you command,” Selene obeyed.
                Alexis heard deep humming noise and the floor vibrated.  She looked at the readings from the reactor and nothing had changed.  “Where is that noise coming from?” she asked.
                “The reactor does not appear to be shutting down,” Selene responded.
                 “What do you mean? You are the station’s computer you control everything,” Alexis became agitated.
                “It would appear the reactor’s communication circuits have been damaged and I am no longer able to connect to it.  If you wish to power down the reactor you will have to pull the manual override.”
                Alexis did not hesitate, she hastily ran to the end of the control deck and waited for a door to slide open.  On the other side was another ladder she had to climb to reach the lab but this was not a long as the one she had previously climbed.  At the top she burst through the hatch and rolled into the lab.  Much like the control deck the room was relatively sparse but for the reactor.  Alexis was deafened by the hum from the reactor, and could feel an intense heat.  She rested her hand against the grey wall and her hand print lit up.  Another control panel became visible mid-air.  She typed in a stream of code onto a keypad, once complete the words ‘access code accepted’ flashed red on the panel.  The room became submerged in a red glow and a panel lifted up from the wall to reveal a yellow handle.  
Alexis blinked rapidly as she began to see streams of light pass through the room.  At first she thought she was seeing things but soon came to realise they were as a result of the solar flare.  It wold only be a matter of minutes before her life was put in danger.  Alexis pulled down on the heavy handle but nothing happened.  She lifted it back up and repeated several times with no success.
“Selene what is happening? Why is this not working?” Alexis shouted.
“To power down the reactor safely you must continue to pull the switch several times.  If that does not work then you much press the kill switch.”
“The kill switch?  But that could be fatal?”  Alexis feared.
“Whilst the probabilities of a fatal outcome are high, the likelihood of you powering down the reactor are now looking very unlikely.”
“So you are saying the kill switch is my only option?”
“I am saying it is the option with the least probability of a fatal outcome.”
Alexis typed another code into the keypad and a red button appeared on the screen.  With her hand shaking she nervously pressed her finger against the button.  A loud siren erupted every two seconds, a plume of steam vented from underneath the reactor.  Olympus violently shook and Alexis failed to keep her balance.  She fell to the floor and banged her head against the wall.  Her vision became impaired and she slowly lost consciousness.
When Alexis regained consciousness she was surrounded by a dark solitude.  The lights were out and the humming had ceased.  She wiped her eyes and felt dry blood on her forehead.  She felt her wrist and on her watch she managed to switch on a small practical torch.  It gave off enough light that she could just about see.  Oddly enough though there was less gravity then before and her body steadily floated an inch from the ground.  She had not felt weightlessness since arriving to Olympus.  Alexis gained her balance and looked around the room.  She pushed herself along the floor and through the open hatch.
Alexis made her way back to the control deck.  She climbed down the ladders to find the mid-air panel still illuminated.  With that lack of things to grab onto it was difficult to navigate through the control deck.
“Selene are you there?” Alexis asked.  She waited five minutes for a response but there was nothing.  On the panel there was a section for Selene.  It had been switched to hibernation, this was normally used for when the station was to be left for long periods of time.  Alexis swiped her hand over the hibernation screen and green box appeared with ‘active’ written inside.
“Good morning Alexis,” Selene responded.
“Selene what has happened? How long was I out for?” Alexis asked.
“To your body it will have only appeared that you were unconscious for a matter of minutes.”
“What do you mean to my body?”
“When you switched off the reactor it caused the magnets to fail, the antimatter reacted with the particles from the solar flare.  I am not sure how it has happened but whilst you were in that room time around you continued at an accelerated speed.”
“An accelerated speed?” Alexis was confused.
“You have travelled further in time Alexis.”
“Further in time…” Alexis murmured in disbelief.  “Well what year is it?”
“I cannot tell you, once the reactor was switched off a lot of the circuits burned out including the time circuits.”
Alexis walked away from the panel and toward the clear outer wall.  “Why hasn’t anyone come to get me?”
“Alexis the world you once knew has changed.  Take a closer look for yourself.”
She stared deeply at the vast clear blue oceans of Earth that bathed in sunlight.  “When you say changed how do you mean? It looks the same to me, blue sea, white clouds.”
“Can you see any land?” Selene asked.
Alexis scanned the image in front of her but could only see blue.  “What’s going on why is there only water?”
“Wait for a few more moments and you will see.”
Alexis waited patiently as they flew across the Earth.  After waiting for five minutes a large unrecognisable continent appeared.  “I don’t understand Selene this cannot be Earth I do not recognise that land?”
“Our position has not changed Alexis; that is Earth you see before you.  I cannot tell you much about what has happened.  I was placed into hibernation a few years after you had switched off the reactor.  My estimates from what has happened would suggest a catastrophic global event has wiped out a large majority of the Earth’s population.”
“So there are still people alive down there?”
“All of our communication servers appear to have been destroyed so I cannot radio a transmission to Earth.  The station is running on a low power supply at the moment, now you are awake I would estimate you have six months before you run out of oxygen and about three months before you run out of food.”
“But what about the garden.”
“It has been destroyed.”
“How will I survive, I only have enough food for three months and no way of leaving this place? I don’t suppose the other crew ever reached Olympus?”
“The other crew docked with Olympus twelve hours after you switched off the reactor.  However due to the power failure they were unable to leave their capsule and could not release themselves from the station.  Soon after communication was lost with Earth and we have been in darkness ever since.”
Alexis walked back to the panel and looked at the monitors.  “Why are some of the monitors switched off?”
“Those are from the docking bays.  They have been switched off since the other crew arrived.”
Alexis pressed the monitor screens and they switched back on.  She was horrified at what she saw.  Three decayed bodies floated motionless in a small capsule.  The crew were unable to escape.  Alexis pushed herself back from the monitor and let out a cry.  “Is the capsule capable of flying?” she wiped away her tears.
“The engines remain intact but it needs refuelling.  However the navigation systems are destroyed.  The Earth’s magnetic field has altered.  You will need to re program the navigation systems to have any chance of surviving a flight back to Earth.  I’m afraid my programming does not have the capabilities to do that.  It would have to come from Earth.”
“That’s it I’m alone,” Alexis did her best to crouch against the wall and hold her head in her hands.  She quietly remained still for an hour contemplating her options.
                To Alexis’ surprise the main monitor switched on, she lifted her head and saw another fuzzy image on the screen.  She looked at it for a moment to figure out what was happening.  The picture switched on and off several times.  The picture cleared up and remained on.  In front of her was a young looking man with a trim beard and stocky shoulders.  He was sat in a poorly lit room with what appeared to be a hologram of the Olympus behind him.
                “I am making this call to anyone who is alive on the Olympus space station do you read over,” the man repeated over and over.
                “Jacob give up will you no one is going to reply,” Alexis heard a female voice in the background.
                “Quiet Freyja the read outs here are saying someone is alive on there,” Jacob replied to her.
                Alexis’ eyes widened and for a moment she smiled.  She rose to her feet and approached the monitor.  “I read you over,” she replied.
                “See I told you,” Jacob joyfully spoke.

                “My name is Alexis Mikhailov and I am the sole occupant of the Olympus Space Station,” she spoke with hope that she would be saved from her isolation.

Thursday 15 September 2016

A Game of Social Media

I usually use this blog for showcasing my short stories however my recent family situation and dealing with the local education authority made me decide to share some of my experiences.

Without going into too much detail I have taken custody of my 8 year old son and pending a decision from the courts it will be made legally binding.  Now my situation has become worse by needing to remove him from his school in Birmingham due to a child protection issue (again not going into too much detail).  I have followed the correct procedures and applied to schools in Sandwell as I reside there.

I have waited the '15 working days' for a decision to be made at which point they have told me there are no spaces in year 4 in the whole of Sandwell.  Despite our sensitive situation and the fact that he is currently out of school (something I thought parents get told off for) the council workers repeatedly told me there is nothing more they can do and I would have to try other local authorities such as Walsall or Birmingham despite not being a resident.

Now for they best part of the conversation, as if they were not being helpful enough already her next suggestion was priceless...

"If you have a problem with this then you should contact your MP"

Really that is what my tax is paying you for?? Not to help a family in need out but to pass the buck?😀

Sure enough I have spoke to Tom Watson's staff who could not understand why on earth they would be suggesting that.

After phoning many schools across Walsall and Birmingham and hearing the words "sorry we're full" (now I know how Mary and Joseph felt) I am at a loss, what am I suppose to do my son is out of school no one is helping me and I have bills to pay so I cannot afford to take that much time off.

Out of frustration and anger I vented on Social Media as you do these days.  Now I'm not sure if many if you have complained via Twitter but it's got me a free £10 voucher from pizza hut πŸ˜€ and a cheeky dig from Dominos pizza so always worth a go.



It took the council a matter of minutes to respond (can't say you would be the same turn around if you complained via email), they asked me to direct mail them and I went on to explain the details.  At which point they told me they would investigate the matter.

A couple of hours later and surprise surprise they may have found a school place after all and I would be receiving a phone call.  To their word I got a call and now we are waiting for confirmation on Friday that this place is ours πŸ˜†

The sceptic in me and my lack of faith in public sector workers (I'm sure your not all that bad) I'm not getting my hopes up but we are in a better position then we were at 1:30 this afternoon.

All this has made me question how people are treated by companies/public services.  If I had used the usual channels and followed what they suggested then I would still be waiting for a letter in the post.  But because I have put my issue in the public domain it suddenly becomes a priority?!  So companies/public services say they treat everyone fairly up until you make your issue public where their usual policies fall out the window and all of sudden they can resolve the matter with a couple of hours and not the 5-10 working days they advise over the phone.

Another question raised from this was the current state of our schools.  Everyone I have spoken to have told me one way or another that year 4 across the country is full, so either in 2006/07 there was something in the water or our country is filling up?

Now we have just had the European In/Out vote, I didn't actually vote as I did not trust either side.  One thing I did not really get from either side was the impact migration has on education in our country.   If you look at the 2011 census it tells us that 5% of white residents in Sandwell were born in the EU and 7.5% of non-white residents were born outside the EU.  Both a significant rise on the last census.

I'm not blaming this for the situation I find myself in however it cannot have helped.  I believe in having a free world and the right to live where you wish but if your country is at breaking point then surely something has to be done.  I know the Corybn militia will be screaming at me that it's not but if all schools at year 4 are full then what's their definition of full?

As for Teresa May she is hardly helping the situation.  Perhaps instead of spending her time trying to bring back selective grammar schools, she should sort out the mess that is our full overloading public schools.  But then again that would mean a Tory helping out the working class and we all know that doesn't happen.

If i had the opportunity to vote again I would listen closer to what either vote would have on school places.

All in all what conclusions do I have from all this.  Take time to decide who your populate with, never transfer schools and always complain via the social domain.πŸ™‹


*****Blog Update 15/09*****

I have since phoned the school and they have offered Adam a school place. Ain't that just champion πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
So it goes to show never doubt the power/fear of social mediaπŸ‘πŸ»