Waiting for the Flyers Part 11 Life on the Move

Although I started my “diary” just before my twelfth birthday I’d been on the move with Marge since 2038. Six years of my life undocumented – at least not by me. Anything Marge wrote would’ve gone into Lila-Grace’s Top Secret files. We moved around so much it seemed normal to me. Life was like that. In fact it was normal. It’d been that way since I was born.

Me, a sprog of a wayward girl from the suburbs of Alice Springs not much more than a child herself. My equally wayward father an Arrarnte runaway. The bottom line: nobody wanted us. Two misfit kids on an adventure in the outback permanently on the move in an old Toyota Land Cruiser truck modified for itinerant life. When someone informed the police after they spotted me toddling around our camp their adventure turned into a nightmare. A fertile couple and a potentially fertile girl-child were white-hot property. You could buy a country if you possessed us.

After three years running for our lives the Indonesian mafia caught us, but Lila-Grace’s operatives were tracking them by satellite. During a crazy three helicopter chase they crashed the SUV we were bundled into and died in a shoot-out. My mother was badly injured, my father ran off. They found him a week later.

Lila-Grace Langley finally told me what happened the night after Marge’s funeral. She confirmed my parents survived and were taken into the World re-population programme. Lila admitted it was against their will. They were told if we’d been taken by the mafia they’d probably dissected me and Brenda for the eggs and killed my father after harvesting his semen. It was the only time in my life I ever drank alcohol.

I don’t remember much of my life in Ozz, it’s just flashes and occasional dreams. The six years with Marge were fluffy, we always seemed to be on the way somewhere else. I searched through my dairy entries hoping to find some references to memories of those lost years. Eventually I came across an entry written when I was almost fifteen:

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Tuesday May 22^nd 2046 – La Gomera

It’s been so hot. 30 degrees today. Even now at nine pm it’s still hot. I’m fed up with sweating my tits off. I was pretty rude to Marge when she told me not to say that. I’ve locked myself in the bedroom. Feel bad about that, but my periods are getting heavy. I feel so dirty. I suppose I better go and apologise. . . . .

. . . I’m back. Marge wasn’t angry. She never gets angry. I promised never to say it again. I think I must’ve heard my mother say it. Sometimes in my dreams I hear her voice and Yarra’s too.

I know I’m special.  Marge and Lila explained that before I was taken to Jonny’s hospital in Geneva for checks. Lila said I’m nearly a woman now and she will treat me so.

It was horrible being hidden in a private plane and then a van. There were always guards outside my room and I couldn’t go outside or even look out the window. I know I should be used to it but it gets me down these days. When I was small I thought it was fun being hidden in cars and stuff, but now I want to be able to do things for myself.

It was great to see Jonny again, but sad when he told me I was there because he had to do some tests and look inside to see if my eggs were fertile. He said he was sad as well. On the day of the operation Jonny came to see me early in the morning. He gave me a big hug and kissed my forehead. He whispered something what sounded like, “I almost want the tests to be negative.” Jonny had tears in his eyes the next day when he told me the tests were positive and I would have babies. I didn’t understand then, but I do now. He knew what my life was going to be.

We didn’t go back to Ireland. I loved it on the west coast. It was like the time we were in Scotland and I could go outside with Marge. We were near the sea. Marge and me used to go for walks on the beach even on cold days it was beautiful.

Now we’re here on this stupid volcano in the middle of the ocean. Actually it’s really nice, but it’s so different and very hot after Ireland. I’ll getting used to it, but when I have a period it’s almost unbearable…

Wednesday May 23^rd 2046, La Gomera.

FUCKING AWFUL DAY! I know Marge hates the word, but she won’t know I put it in my diary. I’m really REALLY angry. We’ve only been here a month and already we have to move again. Lila-Grace (I don’t say she’s my aunt anymore) arrived unexpectedly. She told Marge and I we have to go.

La Gomera is a tiny island in the Canary group and virtually uninhabited now no tourists come. Most of the residents were taken to Tenerife where they can be looked after better. The DUIA thought it would be a safe place for me, but satellite tracking shows an armed high speed vessel heading up from Africa and we have to get out even though The DUIA can sink it if necessary. Lila’s guards are packing everything up and we’ll be leaving tonight. I don’t know where we’re going. I have to stop writing now otherwise Lila-Grace might find my diary.

Thursday July 29^th 2046. Atlantic Ocean

This is the first time I’ve been able to write. I’m so tired of all this. Lila-Grace told me what happened. The DUAI made mistake and panicked. The boat they saw was from the Nigerian navy on sea trials. They just bought it from Russia and the DUIA didn’t know about it. Lila-Grace had to move fast. The only secure place was in Cuba. I spent my birthday in a prison!

They made it as comfortable as they could but the buildings were concrete and there was wire and fences everywhere, really old and rusty. We were only there for two weeks thank goodness, but it didn’t get much better.

Guantanamo is out of Lila’s area of operation. We flew to an old army barracks in Belize in a really rough helicopter. It’s not used now. Marge and me were put in a house once used by officers. It was old and not looked after, nothing worked and the jungle seemed to be taking over. I thought Gomera was hot, but it was nothing like here. 35 degrees 24/7. I got really sick. Half our things were left behind in La Gomera. I had leave my diary behind in a suitcase. Lucky nobody looked inside it.

After a few weeks Lila arrived, but she only stayed for an hour to “brief” us. Somehow the DUIA had commandeered a luxury yacht in Florida that had belonged to a bankrupt travel firm. We were hustled onto it and taken to a place called Nassau. We had to stay on the boat in a place with lots of other big yachts until our things were brought. After that we were taken to a really nice house away from everywhere, but our stuff stayed on the yacht.

On Tuesday Lila-Grace turned up with Jonny. He gave me a thorough check up, then we had a meeting. They said they were sorry for all the moving around and Marge was worried it was getting too much for me to cope with. Lila in her usual way didn’t pull punches - she told me I have a responsibility to humanity. 

Now I’m proved fertile I am to be included in something called “The World Re-population Programme.” Jonny and Lila are running the European sector. Eventually I will be set up in a place where we can grow a community. I will start it with my children which will be conceived by artificial means. I will head a family of several natural born children, the number depending on my strength. There will be other children conceived from my eggs which Jonny will take when I am settled. After that they hope to bring children fornother parts of the world born into the same re-population programme, but that wont be for many years. I will be fully supported by Artificial Intelligent androids and machinery.

Lila said that the geopolitical situation is calming and things will be safer, but precautions must still be kept up. She was working on settling an agreement to use an important estate in England to set up the programme, but it would take a few years. In the meantime the new British King who has been heavily involved with starting the programme will help arrange safe bases where I can begin my education until everything has been agreed.

Yesterday Marge and I were taken to the fully secured yacht where everything has been prepared for us. Jonny and Lila came on board to wish us well before they returned to Europe. We left Nassau during the night. I don’t know where we are going yet.

Today I woke up as the sun rose. I feel like I’m in a dream. I feel numb, afraid and excited. I have my own private space with of course plenty of writing material. There’s a library on board and I spent a few hour looking at books. I found one called “The Princes in the Tower.” Two children who were groomed in secret to be Kings. I wonder if they felt like I do.

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