operation late for supper

Operation Late for Supper

Excerpt from Tire Grabbers

… the Grandfather (riddled with paranoia and stripped of understanding) declared perpetual Red Alert and launched Operation Late for Supper, the most ambitious population-control program ever devised. He relayed the plan to the QC for implementation.

Within a few short months after Operation Late for Supper went into effect, 90% of the world’s Drone Zombie population had a Locator Chip snuggled close to their hearts. Not only did the Locator Chip communicate its host’s whereabouts to an around-the-clock Vigilance Center, it also relayed what the host was up to and—with 60% accuracy—the nature of his attitude. Being in the wrong place with the wrong attitude resulted in instant death, the heart imploding with such violence that the skin bruised, the eyes sank in their sockets, and blood seeped from every orifice. DZs were imploding on the streets, in bed, even at Normalcy rallies. The last thing a victim heard was an inner voice triggered by the chip itself, a recording of the Grandfather saying: “Uh-oh—late for supper!”

It was a lame-brain operation, and it irritated the QC to the point of distraction; it had no finesse, no vision, no driving purpose. It was the death rattle of an addled old man. Over a half million Drone Zombies were struck down by Locator Chips in the first year, their bodies dropped from helicopters into the dead seas of the world, sending geysers of toxins into the air that vaporized into cloud and rained down on the planet—an additional million had fallen victim to the resultant Dead Sea Plague that erupted in the Asian belt of Normalcy. But the most alarming byproduct of Operation Late for Supper was the way having a tiny executioner living in a small room off the heart triggered fear in the DZ population, and fear triggered implosion. It was a vicious cycle, and at the rate things were escalating, it was calculated that earth’s entire population of 36 billion DZs would be wiped out within five years.

Tire Grabbers

by John Bennett (c) 2011

A Novel by John Bennett. Read by the Author.

Tire Grabbers is the story of the coming of Moloch, a horrific force that mutates out of the Era of the Great Schism and – feeding on spiritual marrow – threatens Mankind’s extinction. And it is the story of the children who challenge Moloch, with their innocence and with an army of mind creatures that they eject into the outer world and call…

Tracklist: PART I: The Awakening (track 1) PART II: Spiritual Limbo (track 4) PART III: Exile (track 11) PART IV: Journey Into Myth (track 28) PART V: The Reign Of Moloch (track 38) Total Time: 1 hour 20 minutes

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listen to John Bennett | Tire Grabbers – The Awakening (5 minutes excerpt)

“People who think there is a difference between the past, the present and the future are living in an illusion.” Albert Einstein

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“Tire Grabbers is poetic speculative fiction at its best…” – B.L. Kennedy, Snakeskin Review

“Rarely do post-Joycean novels so boldly create language and confront history…” – David Milholland, President Oregon Cultural Heritage Commission

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Beam Me Up Scotty

Recently I read my novel Tire Grabbers into an audio format in a sound studio. It took weeks.

“We’ll produce it as an MP3,” the Studio Director said. “Less expensive.”

“Good idea,” I said.

“It will be one disc instead of seventeen,” he said.

“Excellent,” I said.

He gave me an MP3 disc to take home and audio proof, and when I stuck it in my CD player, nothing happened.

“It doesn’t work,” I told him over the phone.

“What do you mean?” he said.

“It doesn’t play,” I said.

“It should.”

“Well, I put it in my CD player and nothing happened.”

“That’s because it’s not a CD,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“It’s an MP3 disc. You need an MP3 player.”

“It looks like a CD to me,” I said.

“Listen,” he said. “Put it in your computer and download it into iTunes.”

“What?” I said.

“Then you can play it,” he said.

I did what he told me and fifty files popped up. I had to play them one at a time, so there was no way to test for continuity. Seventeen CDs was beginning to sound like the way to go, and I called the Studio Director and told him so.

“No, no,” he said. “You just need an MP3 player. I’ll loan you mine, come by the studio in the morning.”

He was in the control booth when I arrived, and he signaled thru the glass that he’d be with me in a minute. He was all smiles when he came out.

“Sorry about the confusion,” he said.

“No problem,” I said.

“Here,” he said, and took something out of his shirt pocket the size of a candy bar. “I’ve got earphones, too,” he said.

“What’s that?” I said.

“My MP3 player,” he said.

“Is this some sort of joke?” I said

“What?” he said.

“You can’t get a disc in that,” I said.

“What’s wrong with you?” he said.

“What’s wrong with you?” I said.

We stared at each other across a yawning chasm of technology, his face a mix of impatience and alarm.

“Trust me,” he said. “Remember how I told you to download the disc into your computer?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, now you download what’s on your computer into the MP3 player. The tracks will cue each other, it will play with continuity. That’s how it works.”

“How can someone play it in their car then?” I said. “That’s where people listen to audiobooks, in their cars. On their CD players.”

“They burn CDs from the files on their computers,” he said.

“Burn CDs?” I said.


“It’s too complicated,” I said. “No one’s going to go thru all that.”

“You’re wrong,” he said. “People do it all the time.”

I walked around for a week with plugs in my ears and the MP3 player in my shirt pocket and listened to my fantasy novel about an inhospitable future on a device from that future, and when I was done I sat in the dark smoking and staring out the window at the moon.

“Beam me up, Scotty,” I whispered, and wondered how long it would be before that would be possible.

John Bennett

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