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Everyone was trapped, one way or another. Trapped on a dying planet.
Was there a time when they didn’t have to live under the massive domes where scrubbed air was piped in and rising temperatures were neutralized? That time, that memory, was a blurry vision, almost gone, like the glaciers and the vast  forests with their oxygen-producing trees.
            Dr. Zoe Hidalga’s thoughts


                                               Noncorp Sector
Zoe hid in the shadows of a crumbling building at the edge of Corporit (sic) territory. She strained to make out the disintegrating letters on a rusting sign at her feet. If she was right, she was standing in the remains of a restaurant and bar she and Elliot had been to years ago.

Flattening against the brick wall, she peeked around the corner at the main border crossing from Sanfrancorp into the Noncorp sector.

San Francisco.

Zoe loved the sound of the original name, but the Corporit Wars changed everything.  Countries around the world became subsidiaries of a National Corporit Council. Colorful cities with their exciting historic images were swallowed up, homogenized into ordinary names like Sanfrancorp, Chicagocorp, Newyorcorp, Moscorp, Londoncorp.

She peeked at the border guards again. Even from her hiding place, the sounds of their heavy feet crunching loudly on a spread of glass, jarred her. No one could get near that fence without being seen or heard.

Zoe had gone over this moment time and time again. Could she work up the courage to approach the crossover, stand in the border’s blinding lights, withstand the scrutiny of soldiers with their guns drawn and ready to kill her?

It made her spine tingle.

She reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out two pills. She dry-swallowed the stimulant. That she’d begun to use more and more to get through each day worried her, but she couldn’t take a chance on any sudden weakness.   The medication would help her function better for a few hours.

The sudden blast of a klaxon with its shattering sound waves made her jump. She covered her ears and stared at a huge holographic sign that appeared out of nowhere and hung in the air in a bright flashing red:



Her hands were shaking and she was having difficulty breathing.

What am I doing here?

What did she even know about the Noncorps? The bits and pieces that she’d heard were frightening. One thing she did know: many of her friends forced into that zone were never heard from again.

She turned up the oxygen in her portable tank and took several deep breaths before she could calm down.

Now! She would have to go now or not at all.

She stepped out, heading for the guard at the gate.  Her legs wobbled, her heart lurched in her chest, and she was shaking inside of her insulated Zynec jumpsuit.

The glass under her feet alerted the nearest soldier. He spun around and pointed a gun at her face until her sweaty fingers gave up her Corporit ID card.  His wrist scanner covered the surface of her ident-card as he waited for the information to verify that she was Dr. Zoe Hidalga.

In the distance she could see her goal — the reflected lights of the 24-hour Noncorp medical complex, a half-mile south of Sanfrancorp.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Doctor Hida1ga?” The guard pointed vaguely in the distance.  “You may not be granted return privileges.”  When she didn’t respond, he peered at her more closely.  “Is something wrong?”

She shrugged, ignoring both his comment and the blinking red danger globes that marked the boundary between Sanfrancorp and the Noncorp area.

“May I go now?”

The guard handed back her card, switched off the barrier shield, and waved her through, shaking his head. “It’s your funeral, Doctor.”

Hit the nail on the head, soldier.

Today, she would finally face the truth.  Face up to the presence gnawing away at her insides. Killing her as it had Elliot.

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The Organ Harvesters (Assent Publishing)
Winner! The 2014 Stellar Sci-fi Contest For Science Fiction Dystopian Novel.
A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment.
Joe Dacy II (The Kindle Book Review)
In a dystopian world where the corporations have taken over, the Earth’s resources are at the limit of their ability to give, and the people are trapped by a brutal business regime that controls every aspect of their lives.

But a few brave souls find the courage to fight the system, among them, Zoe, a mother whose child is taken from her with she contracts a deadly disease.

The novel is a chilling look at what happens when profit comes before all else, especially when it’s shored up by propaganda and the “efficient” use of power. For fans of dystopian fiction, this one has all the creepy, spine-chilling horror one could want.

I admit I was a bit disappointed by the ending but then I realize that just meant there was room for a sequel.

Note: The Kindle Book Review received a free copy of this book for an independent, fair, and honest review. We are not associated with the author or Amazon






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I have great respect for the police. They are called upon to do unbelievable tasks, sometimes so despicable, that if it were you or me, we would run the other way as fast as we can.

But they don’t. They stand their ground to try to maintain civility in a restless, rebellious world.  Everyday, they put their lives on the line so we can exist in relative safety. I can’t image what our society would be like without them.

As a kid growing up in the rough neighborhoods of the Bronx, if I got into trouble, that’s who I was told to run to – the police. And they were around walking the beat. They were visible, available.

What’s happened to my friends, the police? Today, in every town or city, large or small, they have turned into an unfamiliar army. In the beginning it was sticks. Then tasers and pepper spray. Now they have graduated to obtaining military equipment, like tanks, riot gear, and drones.

And in Massachusetts the SWAT teams reportedly claim they’re private corporations, immune from open records laws.

What’s next?
Will this be our future police force in action?

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George Potek studied his action-ready CAPO (Corporit Aims Protection Organization) marshals standing at attention. They were here for a pick-up.
Should have stayed in the office. Have a shit-load of paperwork to do.
But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be here, liked being in the field, in the thick of things. And he believed in a hands-on approach to leadership even though he hated the pickups. . They were usually the screamers — always made his nerves stand on end
He eyed his marshals again. Everything from the tops of their helmets to their heavy boots was up to specifications. This was his elite group of officers and he was damn proud of them.
He had to stay vigilant. It hadn’t been easy for his CAPOs to become number one in the Tri State Area. And maintaining that status would be even harder. Other smaller security corporations kept trying to nip away at their leadership.
Security. Antiterrorism. Profit.
So far the CAPOs were way in the lead. No one was even a close second when it came to security. In fact, if anything, the competition had been falling by the wayside like dead flies.
Potek sensed the CAPO marshals growing restless. They had their tasers holstered, but their Sydarms 10mms were held at the ready and the group had formed a tight circular defensive position.
From the moment they’d arrived at the apartment complex, the handful of people walking down the street had vanished, almost in the blink of an eye. It always amazed him that the CAPOs had that instant effect on the good citizens of Sanfrancorp. The observation never failed to bring a rush of pleasure as he watched everyone move out of their way, fear etched on their faces. That kind of power had to be addictive, because he never got enough of it.
All eyes were riveted on Potek. He finally signaled the marshals to enter the apartment complex.
“Keep those goddam tasers in your holsters and your guns on safety unless I tell you otherwise,” he ordered. He did a close-up inspection of each of their red Zynec jumpsuits and shiny Polytek helmets as they marched past him.
When they entered the building, two tenants about to leave turned quickly and ran back down the long hallway, hissing a nervous warning:  “CAPOs!  CAPOs!”
The marshals and Potek, squeezed into a large, square vaculift and shot upward nonstop to the nineteenth floor.  Their footsteps clacked a hollow echo on the ebonite floor. They walked quickly toward Zoe Hidalga’s apartment. Potek expected to catch her before she left for work.
Poor planning, and poor PR to nab her at her job. Her colleagues would become uneasy. Make them think of the “D” word.
“Doctor Hidalga!” the commander shouted, pounding on the thin door.  “Commander Potek from Corporit!  Open up!  Open up now!”
When there was no immediate response, he banged on the door again and looked up and down the empty corridor.  He turned to a female marshal standing next to him.
“We never seem to draw a crowd, do we?” He checked his watch and waited exactly sixty seconds.
“Open the door, Doctor Hidalga!”
Without waiting for a response, he unlocked the door with a passkey, indicating that the marshals should fire on contact. Each marshal released the safety on his weapon. She’d had her chance to do this peacefully.  Potek stepped aside as they rushed into the apartment.
“She’s gone!” one shouted.
“Damn it!” Potek said, entering the small, cramped living quarters.  He was disgusted at having to spend more time finding the woman. This kind of thing always made him look incompetent, especially when the pickup should have been a piece of cake. He looked around, gruffly ordered:
“Strip it!  You know the procedure.”
He stomped out, leaving the follow-up details to his marshals.  In less than an hour they would empty the apartment, leaving behind no sign of Zoe Hidalga.


Winner of the 2014 Stellar Sci-fi Contest For Science Fiction Dystopian Novel
The war of 2020 was quite bloodless, but its aftermath was plenty grisly. The victor? A monster corporation now wasting the planet’s resources with abandon — but controlling the people with precision. Using industrial-scale organ harvesting. Using wholesale euthanasia. Using squadrons of armed guards whose bulletproof visors hide any expression in their eyes. In this heartless technocratic dystopian future, normal emotions constitute treason. Acting on them is a capital crime. Can a mother’s passion defy this totalitarian system?

“Must-Read Dystopian Thriller.”