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Sector#7 & of Wars of Men (Selected Poems: Included)
Sector#7 & of Wars of Men (Selected Poems: Included)
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Adventurous having been through wars, depressions, and the rest of what I see

coming next, I find scary beyond measure. I see rampant vandalism and warmongering prevailing over sanity. I see our green planet changing to the deforested desert, our seas and rivers polluted with cyano-algae killing fauna, and a grossly overpopulated planet. R

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Release dateAug 27, 2021
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    Sector#7 & of Wars of Men (Selected Poems - Armin Boko

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    Sector#7

    &

    of wars of men

    selected poems: INCLUDED

    Sector#7

    &

    of wars of men

    selected poems: INCLUDED

    armin boko

    Copyright © 2021 by Armin Boko.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by reviewers, who may quote brief passages in a review.

    ISBN: 978-1-956515-23-7 (Paperback Edition)

    ISBN: 978-1-956515-24-4 (Hardcover Edition)

    ISBN: 978-1-956515-22-0 (E-book Edition)

    Some characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to the real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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    CONTENTS

    FOREWORD

    SECTOR #7/1. Born to rule 11

    Mars Explorer/1. The Obelisk 15

    The Submarine Cochise/1 21

    Sector#7/2 25

    The Submarine Cochise/2 27

    Mars Explorer/2 29

    The Submarine Cochise/3 31

    THE ALGORITHAM/1 36

    Sector #7/3. Gulliver and his Midgets 38

    Sector# 2/1 40

    THE ALGORITHAM/2 43

    Sector#7/4 50

    Sector#4/1 54

    Sector#3/1 58

    Sector#5/1 62

    Sector#2/2 64

    Sector#6/1 66

    Mars Explorers/3 68

    Sector#6/2 71

    Sector#7/5 73

    Mars Explorers/4 77

    Sector#3/2 82

    Sector #7/6 84

    Sector#6/3 85

    Sector#7/7 87

    Mars Explorer/5 90

    Sector#7/8 97

    SUBMARINE COCHISE/4 100

    Sector#5/2 102

    Mars Explorers /6. More Findings on Mars 105

    Sector#3/3 108

    Sector#2 /3 110

    Sector#4/2 112

    Sector#3/4 115

    Sector#6/4 117

    SUBMARINE COCHISE/5 119

    USNS NEVADA/1 124

    STATION HAWAII 133

    USNS NEVADA/2 135

    Sector #7/9. The Return 139

    Sector#7/10. The End 145

    DIET of LIES 149

    FATHER’S DAY 150

    TIME 151

    THE CRUEL BEAST 152

    TOMB TO THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER 153

    SECOND COMING 155

    CHILDHOOD MEMORIES of WWII 156

    ---ISAM/---ISM 157

    AFRICA THE INSANE 2012 158

    THE MERCENARY 160

    A NEW DAY 163

    CONFUSED 165

    FLANDERS AUTUMN 1917 (Aussie trench under fire) 167

    RUM for STURM (Ger.) 168

    BATTLE OF BRITAIN 170

    DIGEREEDO 172

    FOREWORD

    Five star generals for whom loss of you, me plus half a planet mere collateral damage for as long as claim victory they can, finally managed to pull it off. Now parading in starched uniforms, left chest bedecked in shiny brass medals, Gospel reading acquisition of the latest anti-missile shield etc, cost what may, proclaiming ‘victory’.

    Following mysterious malfunctioning of spy satellites activity covertly engaged by big powers of the day and threatening seriously to make the generals’ idea of being in position to launch a first strike before the other side is up to it, a case of collective lunacy. All the same, before long, military planners seduced world wide want to talk FSA, for first strike advantage. The lunatics go for the A button, all out atomic warfare unleashed, and nobody caught by surprise. Full retribution all around ensures the Earth ends up a ball of fire and radioactive dump for centuries to come. The atmosphere thinned damaged beyond repair, polar ice caps melted away, most population killed in first strike, them the lucky ones.

    For remainder exposed to radiation, species extinction almost certain. All this re-enforced by recent findings from Research Lab Station III on Mars North Pole. Staggering discoveries indicate some 50 thousand years ago Mars might have suffered a similar fate. A planet destroyed by atomic warfare. To the crew it comes as a shock to discover the Homo sapiens is not the sole technically intelligent life in the Universe. Just one of many, and nowhere near the top of the Genesys tree. We it turns, just just another mammalian kind, harvested over centuries to slave away in Sutrian and Morq underground uranium mine camps.

    Scientist who with dread correctly fore-saw what was going to unravel, powerless to act against the Masters get together in clandestine meetings away from their watch dogs and organize so called SECTORS, i.e., underground shelters cum atomic bunkers. With logistics and energy needs met, plans made to have future generation X re-emerge and re-colonise the devastated Earth. Estimated time circa three Centuries. Life RaftEarth is the name given to the project. A grand idea that unravels for reasons explained. Survival plans initiated by various governments fail one and all, commanded to stay incommunicado.

    Here and there left a spent atomically powered submarine without a destination or another mission, nor another harbor to call home port. The end of life as we knew it, and a cruelly slow decay for the ‘lucky’ survivors. SECTOR#7 is one civilian led outpost to survive the longest. With its degeneration last hope of LifeRaftEarth project also vanishes.

    SECTOR #7/1. Born to rule

    Senator Malagrida the VI was in no mood for subtle niceties exchange. What he had to report following the latest radio exchange was disturbing in the extreme. As if deteriorating atmospheric conditions were not enough, SECTOR#4, the Russian underground SECTOR failed to come on line as determined by the pre-agreed Algorithm. Combined with bad static and never experienced interference, it was news of a most alarming nature, up to him to deliver the bad news, but this he could not do. For start, being secretive by nature, and obsessed by power, just like his Jesuit namesake of the late Middle Age who was of the opinion the only good peasant an ignorant one; he decided to keep it all secret. Then his statue alone, standing over two meters tall combined with imposing oratory skill. He conveyed to all the impression of one born to rule no matter what.

    His colleague senators all in black robes and wanting to hear what the Caesar dressed in white had to say stood motionless fearing the worst, then feeling cheated once again united in anger determined to act.

    Into 123rd year AA (after Armageddon), friction amongst the survivors bound underground began to threaten the peace. One could spot small groups of think-alike plotting to undermine Caesar’s authority. Here the bad news From SECTOR#4 was not going to help even if kept quiet. What misfortune befell them, one could only guess, and that was the worst. What or more likely who was interfering with the transmission? Until then the Algorithm perceived as infallible. Never once was the brief transmission repeated at the same time and never once were the frequency skips identical, in all, a ‘full proof’ scheme. Now this, like a bolt out of a blue sky.

    Their organization modeled on that of old Rome at its peak, drew symbols and names preferred to the one’s computer derived. For start, born via vitro fertilization and incubators, sperm donors, some Nobel Price winners and top athletes of the pre AA era. Egg donors restricted by exposure to radiation excluded the current female population and had to be similarly relied upon past generation donors, stocks about to run out. Sperm exposed to radiation became either infertile, or damaged DNA causing malformed embryos for most part.

    Children of the long deceased were at birth given the code names, e.g., NP2-21-feOD46. One could glean the sperm donor was once a Nobel Price winner and the egg donor once an Opera diva. But no more. Clearly none would be called by that, upon reaching 3rd year and beginning of schooling given Latin names of old Rome. Upon reaching puberty this was once more open to free choice ideas if so desired. Without parental cords to bind, these children grew into adulthood as all orphans do, finding their own way, and often resulting in most unpredictable outcomes. Confined in their underground world, short of nothing except open space and free sky, all thanks to the pinnacle of technology and goods the expired world produced then bestowed upon their privileged few, their one hope was in perseverance of humanity for long enough, so one day in not too distant future it would hopefully be safe enough for Man to return and re-colonies the empty destroyed planet.

    All this under radioactive threat.

    Sadly, that return day soon looked further and further into the future. Half lives of plutonium, cesium 90 and enriched radon made sure of that. Heavy radon would unlike helium another noble gas, cling low in the atmosphere for thousands of years more. Rains that fell became radioactive as well; moreover, radioactive emissions after a century were still over 300 rems, considered as maximum to be tolerated by any mammal in prolonged exposure. This despite the reassurances given by those who ‘knew’ all radioactivity caused by the unleashed atomic warfare would be almost fully decayed within a month. For starters it was claimed alone within the first week 90% would decay. Ha!

    And it was not just the residual longer half life isotopes causing concern. A lot worse was to come. The atmospheric chemistry of old shot, even the best of the analytical GC-MS chemists had no answers to observed high concentrations compared to previous ultra trace levels in the analysis of dioxins and polyaromatic hydrocarbons known as PAHs. In addition, the air sample analytes produced in their mass spectrographs data that failed to find any match even at 10% probability of any compounds known on Earth and recorded in all encompassing MS libraries previously.

    The chemical soup post AA released from the atomic plasma compounds none had ever as much as considered before. Amongst others, heterocyclic nitrogen-silicon compounds none ever knew existed before, much less had the slightest idea as to what they could do or undo, except fear for the worst. PAH and dioxins alone were carcinogens of first order.

    To complete the hat trick of disasters, and not helping in the least, was the increasing rate of the observed magnetic poles shift. Wether massive nuclear explosions triggered off the shift were by now of academic value. These shifts known to have occurred in the past eons at least twice and each time followed with unprecedented upheavals, violent continental shifts and ocean dislocations. Measurements told of a magnetic North Pole shift at over 30 minutes per annum and increasing. Innards of the Earth molten iron and nickel for most part obviously took a radically different circulation path.

    It was in this hostile environment Malagrida had to face the prosecution.

    Senators gathered around Malagrida Caesar. But for Joan d’Arc the VI Science Head and Malagrida’s lover there was the unmistakable sign of common purpose. The youngest one hence to be called Brutus issued Malagrida, Caesar no more, the marching orders. The white robe sign of power was stripped, and he to be expelled from SECTOR#7 the very same day. The expulsion itself a silent procedure, consisting of one being forced through several one-way air lock gates, together with terminally ill, and unwanted garbage of every description. Opening and hermetically closing gates in succession, to prevent bends, until the last one behind, the banished victim placed back in the destroyed old world, known to be radioactive, heavily polluted, of rarified 0.8 Bar atmospheric pressure, oxygen deficient and inhabited by a few scattered remnants of doomed and disfigured survivors.

    None had ever made it back into any of the SECTORS and none was wanted back. It was a one day trip into unknown.Malagrida in line with his stature had given a laser gun with two cartridges, enough clothing to cover up and food and water to last a week. How he was going for even a short length of time to survive was up to his wits. Finding any protective shelter seemed out of the question right from the start.

    Not only this, the previously modeled nuclear winter, never arrived. Instead, rarified atmosphere allowed all that radioactive soot and debris that was to block out the sunlight to gently settle on the ground. After all, in vacuum feathers sink just as fast as a lead sinker. Cesium137 alone present in the food chain of all types contaminating it from top to bottom. Nothing left safe to eat, that is provided one was able and lucky to snatch something that looked like food in the first place.

    Malagrida aware, the expulsion in fact a form of delayed death sentence. Offset against a gene supporting irrationality, resistance and pride, witch as much as anything else makes us what we are unique and so different from the rest of the animal world.

    ***

    Mars Explorer/1. The Obelisk

    Busy for months on the Mars’ North Pole looking primarily for a source of ice and thus potable water, the Space-shuttle crew stumbled on a magnetic and gravity anomaly. On the surface nothing could be observed to indicate an anomaly. Captain Hank Longyear was in two minds. To investigate this any further would require energy deficit he could ill afford. He was beset with technical problems and deep cold as it was, without making it any worse. On the other side of the equation, this was unique and most certainly called for further excavation. Days later after topping up solar batteries and repeating the same measurements deeper down, results were even more startling. Before long a strange obelisk, obviously an artificial if not ‘man’ made object came to light. Closer examination revealed a magnificent and geometrically uniform smooth structure. The Brinell hardness reading was off the scale and the inferred specific gravity of the metal like smooth obelisk read over forty.

    Impossible! Space vehicle Captain Hank Longyear exclaimed to his deputy TO scientist Valery Gromov. This was a part of a multinational effort in space exploration."

    Well then, try it for yourself! The TO returned the compliment, with Mishio Tanaka the

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