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Brent Brodie: Hard Beginnings
Brent Brodie: Hard Beginnings
Brent Brodie: Hard Beginnings
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In the middle of the North Pacific Gyre, the accelerated impacts of Global Climate Change have expanded the Great Pacific Garbage Patch to epic proportions.

Brent Brodie was an oil and gas engineer until he suffered catastrophic mental and physical injuries during an oil rig explosion. After years of recovery, he focuses his unique skills to lead the development of a floating, plastic recycling plant that grows into a star-shaped, two-mile-wide, rotating island. Utilizing the gyre’s powerful ocean currents, Plasticity Island generates massive amounts of hydroelectricity, which powers the Recycling, Fabrication, and Desalination Plants.
In the very near future, as most of the world runs out of fresh drinking water, Plasticity Island’s Water Tanker Drones come under attack from Chinese Pirates and Mexican Drug Cartels. With his back against the wall, Brent and his team go on the offensive to protect their people and freshwater supplies. In a world of Artificial Intelligence, Drones and Humanoid Robots, high-tech and low-tech collide to change the face of our planet forever.

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Release dateMar 21, 2020
ISBN9780463783016
Brent Brodie: Hard Beginnings
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Warren Roberts

Warren Roberts is a fictional character pretending to be a human being portraying a famous author in an alternate universe. His clever disguise as an Industrial Engineer and Technical Writer by day, allows him to prowl the night as an Author, Inventor, and Entrepreneur. His archenemies try to depict him as a quantum physicist, seeking to unravel reality just to sell more books, and they may be right. Can Warren bend time, unentangle particles, and turn up-quarks downward? Buy his books and find out!

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    BRENT BRODIE

    Hard Beginnings

    Short Story Prequel to the Plasticity Island Trilogy

    By Warren Roberts

    Brent Brodie – Hard Beginnings

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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    Published by Warren Roberts at Smashwords.

    Copyright 2016 Warren Roberts All rights reserved. ASIN: B073HKJ7TR

    Contents:

    Hard Beginnings

    After The End

    About the Author

    Bonus:Chapter One of Plasticity Island – The Water Wars

    Hard Beginnings

    Am I going to live, Doc?

    No one lives forever, Mister Brodie, he replies.

    Then, just shoot me. I feel like crap.

    I know, dysentery blows.

    Out both ends, Doc.

    That’s because you have a combination of amoebic and bacillary infections. It’s not uncommon here in India. The amoebicidal drugs will take care of it in another day or two.

    My nurse comes in to change out the saline drip and give me a hard time in broken English. I’ve seen some cute nurses out in the hallway, but I drew the short straw with this one. She reminds me of Grumpy, Frumpy, and Sleazy all rolled into one mean little dwarf.

    You have company, she says.

    There are only two people that know I’m here, other than the Doctors: my best friend, Bijay Korrapati, and my boss, Jack Sturdevant. I sure as hell don’t feel like talking to my new boss, presuming I still have a job.

    Who is it, Nurse?

    She doesn’t even try to answer me, but Bijay walks in, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

    Brodie, old man. I told you not to drink the water, he says with a toothy grin.

    Hey Jay, it’s almost good to see you too.

    Nurse Frumpy gives us both a dirty look and leaves us to talk in hushed tones.

    What’s going on out there? I ask. I’ve heard all kinds of stories.

    It’s hard to tell. The Dalits are rioting for food and water, and the tree-huggers are protesting our new oil rig. Whatever you do, don’t let anyone know who you work for.

    Bijay and I both graduated from USC last year and roomed together in a spacious off-campus house. I majored in petroleum engineering, and Jay convinced me to apply for this project in the South Indian Ocean. He also signed on as a roustabout to save up some cash for one of his many entrepreneurial efforts.

    Check this out, says Bijay as he pulls out his new Holopad.

    The hologram image has poor definition due to the weak interference-medium pump. I haven’t bought into this new technology yet, but I’m sure it won’t take me long.

    More pictures of Navya? I ask.

    No, but you’re going to meet her soon. She lives close by.

    The six-inch Holopad image clears up, and I’m more than a little startled by the ugly creature staring me in the face.

    Holy crap, Jay! That thing gets more disgusting every time you play with it. Jeez!

    Our house in Culver City had four bedrooms, so we each had an extra room to use as a lab. Bijay majored in Robotic Engineering and minored in Micro-Biology, so his experiments were a little scary. As a Petroleum Engineer with a keen interest in chemistry, my lab was more mundane. Never-the-less, we always kept a close eye on each other to make sure there were no bombs in the making.

    This is our last generation of Bac-Bots. I think we should call him Jack.

    Bacteria-based Nano-Robots are illegal in the United States for a good reason. It’s relatively easy to re-engineer the genetic strains and modify their DNA, but it’s almost impossible to ensure that they can be contained. This six-inch hologram of Jack looks like a purple rubber ball with half-inch spikes protruding from everywhere. A dozen long flagella wave gently to propel it like a squid, and hundreds of pili cover the body for grouping and adhesion to its target.

    I thought we agreed to put this project on hold until we came up with the end-game.

    No guts, no glory, he replies. I got to go, man, when do you get out of this dump?

    Tomorrow, noon. Have you been out to the Rig, yet?

    No, they’ve got me working on that Sand Carrier. Must be a thousand tons of sand on that thing. And your hydrogen. Your racks of canisters are all loaded up and waiting for you when you get out.

    I should be focusing on the sand-hydrogenation project, I developed for more efficient oil and gas fracking, but I’m worried about Bijay. We started the Bac-Bot project with a strain of Alcanivorax, which naturally feeds on crude oil and modified it to absorb other petroleum-based products like plastics and rubber. As environmentalists, we both had visions of cleaning up the polluted ocean waters, but ‘Jack’ could turn into ‘Jack the Ass-Ripper’ under the wrong circumstances.

    I awake early and groggy-eyed to find a young Indian nurse standing at my bedside. Her long black hair is covering her name tag, and her bangs fall straight to the heavy-rimmed glasses hiding her eyes. She smiles shyly and leaves the room before I can even say hi.

    My intravenous catheter has been removed, and my clothes have been laid out on the chair. My stomach is growling from hunger pains, but this is the first morning I haven’t felt nauseated in days.

    Looks like you’re ready to go, says Jack Sturdevant, blocking the doorway. It’s about time.

    Hey, Boss. Yeah, sorry about this. I’ll make up for it.

    We blow past the receptionist without bothering to check out and head toward the exit. Jack pulls on his rain slicker, but I don’t have one with me, so I zip up my jacket and brace for the worst. It’s monsoon season here in India, and we barely step out the door before I get drenched.

    At least we won’t have to fight through those idiot protesters, says Jack.

    It occurs to me now, why Bijay named our Bac-Bot, ‘Jack.’ He’s been working with this guy for three days while I’ve been laid up, and his girlfriend is probably one

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