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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.”




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