There is a theory that death is not the end of your existence, but is simply a shift into an alternative universe. This is true and keeps happening to Tom Two-Dan $mith (sic).Usually, one forgets everything of the past and starts a new life. Tom is not so lucky; he remembers.In his last transition, he found himself as the head of a large corporation famous for doing something; nobody, including the staff knows what that might be.After the untimely demise of the former Plank of Directors, Tom now has to form a new Board of people he can trust; not easy when the folks around him are Skagans, a psychopathic tribe of the ultimate race, a techie whizz-kid, a ball of fur that was once his friend the Magus, a secretary who would do anything for the company, a left-over director who simply won't resign, a sex kitten and a female android.To make life more difficult, he is being pursued by the Temporal Conduct Authority, who don't believe the above theory and are miffed about the fact he has shamelessly flaunted the Laws of Time and Space. They are looking to return him to his proper place (i.e. completely dead).The Magus has his own problems, having contracted the annoying Docu-virus that over-stimulates hair growth. He is running a laboratory to find the cure and therefore be able to try his chances with the buxom receptionist. It is only when he unexpectedly wins the lottery (despite not playing it) followed soon after by the leggy Kara turning up as his new assistant, that things improve. He finds solutions for just about everything except the virus, including unlimited free energy and an application to tell him if his armpits smell.The Skagans are having difficulties too, in the form of GUTS, the universal tax system, taking 50% of the royalties from a book they have written about 'The Conquest of the Galaxy'. They set about visiting the Excise office to inquire about a rebate; they would have phoned or sent an email, but all lines were busy, and emails were redirecting to the Natural Spy Agency.Everything is set for a showdown, as crack TCA agents, Bott and Scaly, close in on Tom with orders involving the assembly of sniper rifles and the removal of all clichés.
About the Author: The author lives in isolation in Darkest Norfolk with naught but an enhanced collection of computer hardware, a questionable wit and a writer's hat as company. He can be seen on nights of the full moon, howling at the keyboard in frustration, as the auto-correct fails to rectify even the simplest of fat fingered errors.