Part 1: ONE
In the heart of London, in a place once occupied by Lords (and possible Ladies), lies a rocket chamber.
A what, you read?
A rocket chamber.
It’s a cultural significance – a place of study and scrutiny, and this week, young Boyce’s Daddy, Mr. Sibling, is pressing the button.
Whoa, apologies, what’s this all about?
Frustration, that’s what!!!
You see, in the year 2220 (we are in 2360, by the way) an enterprising politician who will remain nameless, but who is the long-lost, second removed, but very prominent descent of a certain politician who made rash decisions - see, reaching back in time, IT WAS NONE OF YOU!!! HA!!!
Well, anyway, he decided that as politicians were never in their place of work, decided to, well, (FOOLISHLY, FOOLISHLY, FOOLISHLY, FOOLISHLY!!!!I MUST ADD) invite the terrorists of the world to legitimately blow up the Houses of Parliament like Guy Fawkes attempted to do centuries before.
The crowds gathered and the winners of a competition for extremism got invited to London, brought their rocket inventions, and were sent to a special area a mile away from the site.
A young teen called, or nicknamed, Master De Gree De Sci, arrived in a hazmat suit, himself a winner of a Young Scientist competition six months before promoting bad breath.
The politicians had all retired to the countryside in their incredibly extravagant houses and royalty and heads of state had stayed behind to watch the last important building of the 21st and 22nd Century be legitimately destroyed to make way for the future – or so it seemed…………
