Time Lady 2


Time Lady 2
Book One
Book Two
The Whitechapel Murders
Book Three

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Delegate Niles Beech was a low ranking politician, as far removed from power as one could be and still be considered a part of the organization.  It wasn’t because of a lack of ambition; he wanted all the power he could get his hands on.  He wanted all the power in the world, but he wanted none of the responsibility.  Why should someone in office be responsible for their actions?  He was above the ordinaries; he could do to them as he wanted.  You could ask that homeless guy he ran down last year, if you could ever find the body.  He cracked open the seal of a fresh bottle of scotch and poured himself another generous measure.  A reward for another day’s work.  He took a good long sip of the auburn nectar and let out an "ah" of appreciation.

He may be the black sheep of the Beech family now, but he’d show them, he’d show them all.  His brother and three sisters may be doing better than he was right now, but things would change, they’d see.  He was going to get the top job, the Directorship of the nation.

He looked up as his meal ticket entered the room.  A thin pasty man with arms and legs just too slender and a head just the wrong shape to appear human.  Cavity was his way to power, his means to getting all the power he’d ever want.

Cavity sat down on the red leather chair and lit up a cigar.  “There’s a way to get you all you’ve ever wanted.”

Beech grinned.  “That’s just the sort of thing I like to hear.”



Beech stood on the podium and prepared to deliver the speech that would guarantee his success.  He had learned it by rote; after all why bother learning to read a spoken language?  It didn’t make any sense.  “The subdivisioner has got to understand if she's going to have — she can't have it both ways. She can't take the high horse and then claim the low road.”  He grinned in triumph at his witty opening remark.  The 2nd Subdivision of the 3rd Council was his for the taking.



Cavity welcomed the newly elected Subdivisioner.  “I knew we could do it.”

Beech nodded.  “We sure did.  An extra twenty thousand a year, I can afford a third car for my wife.”

“The money is yours, but perhaps we should start thinking about drawing up plans for the Division?”  Cavity smiled, like a shark-eating killer whale.



It only took six years of not-very-hard-work and the Division was his.  Beech sat in the huge office and surveyed his new domain.  “I can’t believe it.  I thought I’d be close but I felt that he was holding something back for the end.”

“He was.”  Cavity said casually.  “But I removed that small obstacle in our way.  Now Mr. Divisioner, nothing stands between you and the Directorship next year.”

“Next year?”  Beech poured himself a glass and downed it in seconds.  He poured himself three more in rapid fashion.  “You really think I can be the Director?”

“Of course I do.”  Cavity replied.  “Even your father thinks so, you’re not the black sheep of the family anymore.  You’re the favourite son now, the golden child.  He wants to meet you tomorrow, to discuss your position.”

“I’m busy playing golf.”  Beech slurred.

“You should meet him, let him see how well you’ve done.  I’ll have your secretary reschedule your game.”

“She’s at my summer house right now, I’m driving up there tonight to celebrate in style.”

“I don’t think that’s wise.  Your opponents will be looking for any scandal they can get a hold of.”

“My wife made me have the affair, she said I needed to practice on a timid little thing like her before I’m ready to go to bed with a real woman.”

“Even so, we can’t afford the scandal.  I’ll have a word with your wife and explain the situation to her.”

“You won’t hurt her, will you?”

“I promise I won’t kill her, and even if I did I can always clone you a more…suggestive…copy.”

“Do it.”  Beech replied.  “Like you said, I can’t afford the scandal.  “Replace the secretary…I don’t think I learned her name.  Replace her with a copy that can file properly and make a proper cup of coffee.”

Cavity smiled.  “I’m glad we agree on things, we must make sure nothing gets in the way of you and the Directorship.”



Beech had found the clone of his wife was a far more amenable woman.  She was not the hot-headed firebrand that he’d been forced to marry to get her father’s nomination all those years ago.  However the clone did have a habit of sitting about doing nothing if not given proper instruction, thanks to the mental chip in her head that controlled and suppressed every aspect of her mind except the desire to obey orders.  Also her cute birthmark was gone, as was the slight shortness in one leg and her need for glasses.  That she could pass off as those new contact lenses that were all the rage.  She didn’t even mind if the secretary joined them in bed.  Beech was happy, things were really going his way at last and he didn’t have to worry about a thing.  He knew what was best for everyone and he’d show them that.  He had plans to take their worries and fears away from them for good, he’d given them total security and a worry-free life.  These mind-wipe implants would revolutionise the planet’s economy.  Think of how he could solve labour shortages, by turning the criminals and the great unwashed into mindless drones, he’d be hailed a hero.  And those who got in his way, well one implant later and they’d be his obedient puppet until he cut their strings.  His legacy for the future was to create a better world, one that he controlled utterly.  He would create his own army of minions and he could have his way with any woman he wanted and she’d never have a choice about it.  He summoned his secretary, then prepared to implant for her, after all he didn’t want her leaking any secrets to his rivals anymore, plus she was fantastic in bed.


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