When Tom's non-payment of a parking fine coincides with the breeding season of his security forces, and the rise of a vehicle storage junta, he is forced into life as a fugitive.Accompanied in a converted cruise ship by erstwhile private detective and ale-slinger, the Magus, a techie, and a pair of renegade barbarians, he sets about kicking back against extortionate car parking charges, the proliferation of revenue speed cameras and the new 10 mph national speed limit.Regrettably, the laws of the land don't apply to the rich people who might have done something about it, or the poor, incarcerated in enclaves of antisocial housing, and Tom's reign of unrest, despite offering loyalty cards for repeatedly being plundered, sadly comes to an end when he loses his life in a freak copper-sodium flavoured pizza incident.What hope is there for the common citizen, now that the figurehead of insurrection is gone, and the authorities continue to spread draconian traffic controls across the galaxy?Stepping into the breach, and a lot of the dung, comes the Magus, his herd of belligerent bovines and an ultimate weapon of destruction. Could this be the undoing of the junta, or will the treachery of the makeshift crew result in his own downfall? He certainly needs to steer clear of pizza, that's for sure.Here we have the savagely satirical fifth venture into the chaotic universes of Two-Dan $mith (sic), this one swiping at the way personal liberties are subtly being eroded by the greed of the real people in power, and the eternal tolerance of decent folk.
About the Author: When the author was asked to drop a friend at the airport and came across the new insane parking controls, he got to wondering why these people are allowed to get away with taking such liberties. Outsourcing had to be the answer, and there is more and more of this going on, where organisations shift the responsibility on to other organisations, so that they are not accountable themselves. Go and tackle the main owner of the airport, and he/she/it will say 'not my problem'. Alas, but it is his/her/its problem. Sometime in the not too distant future, he/she/it will be made accountable, and punching on the nose will be an acceptable way of dealing with it. The Fourteenth Adjustment is a fictional image of that future, where the free people of the galaxy rise up against the domination of forces intent on removing liberty and making themselves a tidy profit. Beware you industry leaders, you traffic planners, you speed camera spreaders and everyone else intent on controlling the people. The revolution is coming. Oh, and I write fiction too.