Silicon Succession centres around one man's thrilling journey of discovery into true identity in a world where nothing is what it seems.
Iain has woken up to find the sky has turned red and does not know the meaning behind it. This marks the beginning of a series of bizarre events in the modern world that seem to draw him deeper into a web of intrigue that has global consequences. Unseen forces are making a play to reshape the structure of society. It seems Iain has a definite role to play in this. Does he have a choice and can he influence the outcome?
(Genre: Science Fiction)
He skipped off the steps to the artificial underground brightness as the latest train went screaming away. It was one of those perfectly timed descents when a wave of humanity had just crushed into the interior walls of a train to be turbulently whisked into a darkened hole. He sped up quickly to stand in the middle of the platform and savour thirty seconds. Then the ripples of the next wave started coming past him. He shuffled forward quickly. In a minute the entire station was once more rammed with debt-workers.
So many, he always thought, to the point humanity hasn’t had a good clear out for ages, we are due for something to happen.
The next train came screaming tortured metal round the bend and started squealing to a halt. It was at the moment the metal started shrieking that Iain became aware someone was watching him.
Death - the entity, has lost interest in its function.
Griffin Ganymede has just died in a car wreck.
The entity takes this human form to experience mortal fear and other emotions. Death/Griffin hooks up with Chad Morrison, Griffin’s best friend. These young people at a certain stage of life trip around the dark nightlife of Johannesburg city, then hitch through general African scenes to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. The story begins as death’s, then the focus shifts to Griffin as he starts to go mad from the constant intrusions and blackouts in his mind and ends on the note of Morrison. Dead people and alcoholic bouts are left along the way as the characters try to make sense of life through a journey and undergo associated changes en route to the climax at the Falls, where the tapestry of life, lessons learned and not - unfold.
(Genre: Literary Fiction)
They remained transfixed at the never ending stream of millions of litres of white blue per second thundering over the edge, force fed by the mighty Zambezi, as if they could see the future in the roiling mists.
Morrison couldn’t divine anything in the crystal curtain and became bored with the majesty. He started flicking griffin meaningfully on the shoulder, and then placed his hand there placidly yet firmly to lead him, still zombie-like, away from the edge. They walked away as the sun came out. As they receded down the path, Morrison took one last look behind him at the millions of litres being flushed and hurled behind them, slick in emerald green and coruscating with glittering diamonds birthed from the sun, as the light changed, the curtain colour turned to a sheening of pear and silver with darkened slivers in the folds which shattered glasslike in a mighty nova boom of water bomb over the ebony warts and broken spine of the burnt strata below.