Deep Blue Gold
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(Harley and his friends are on a Watcher aircar hovering over the sea at the fresh water springs site. They are attacked by some self appointed terrorist anti-water thugs.) Two days after the move-in (on the aircar) was finished, at about noon, a small fleet of six small boats, outboards and inboards, none of them bigger that about 30 feet, the smallest about 16 feet, was picked up on Watcher scanners (like radar, but better) on the Watcher guard aircars. The Watcher boss guard called Starr (a Watcher woman), who called Harley and told him about the fleet of small boats, then she alerted the fill crew, the other workers, and the other Watchers at the island site, Starr telling them to continue to do what they were doing, she would take care of the approaching fleet of small boats if they intended to confront the Standard Water people and their Watcher friends! Harley and Alice and Jack and Starr immediately went through telegate to the nearest guard aircar to the approaching fleet, watching them on the scanner screen and then out of a window as the fleet got closer. When the small boat fleet reached the island site a few minutes later, led by the 30 footer, they headed straight for the big aircar the big rocks were falling out of, then they deliberately drove under the big aircar to stop it from dropping the big rocks into the sea. Loud alarm bells began to ring on the big rock dropping aircar, but it did not stop dropping the big rocks in to the sea. The self-appointed vigilante terrorist attack fleet expected the fill crew to stop dropping the big rocks into the sea so they would not hit the vigilante terrorist attack fleet which was the purpose of the vigilante attack fleet, but the fill crew did not stop dropping the big rocks in to the sea. Harley and Alice and Jack and Starr instantly went through telegate to the fill aircar as soon as they were sure the vigilante attack fleet was going to try to stop the fill job by driving under the fill aircar, which was hovering 15 feet above the sea. Harley and his two friends and Starr and the crew of the fill aircar exchanged greetings, which were a little solemn and grim, then the earther fill crew boss, a man by the name of Bill Hightower, and Hongo, the young boss Watcher, pilot of the aircar, looked inquiringly at Starr, who wore her expressionless face, and Harley, asking a silent question? Starr, so Harley would not be diminished in any as the boss of Standard Water, turned to him and asked "Do we stop?" Harley clamped his jaw hard for a moment, then he said, "No, these freaks have forced other people to stop doing what they were legally doing, but not this time, dammit! Keep going!" The big rocks, as big as an automobile, and smaller, but no smaller then the size of a bale of hay, continued to fall into the sea. The lead boat, the 30 foot cabin inboard, drove right under the fill aircar just as a big rock, the size of a refrigerator, came falling out of the fill aircar, hitting crosswise on the 30 footer's foredeck, just in front of the windshield, crushing the entire bow off of the hull as the boat was smashed bow down into the water, the stern rearing up into the air, its propeller spinning wildly in the air, then it instantly began to sink, the people on board screaming and yelling in stunned panic and fear as they scrambled over the side in to the sea like a pack of squealing rats leaving a sinking ship, which is what they were doing! The boat behind the 30 footer, a 20 foot outboard, smashed in to the 30 footer's up ended hull, just missing the wildly revving propeller, then each boat in line, smashed in to the boat in front of it. Instant panic and fear and confusion exploded among the vigilante terrorist attack fleet as they tried frantically to get out from under the big rocks falling out of the fill aircar. The only thing that saved the vigilante attack fleet from being completely destroyed was the slow speed of the fill aircar, which left the attack fleet behind, and the sinking 30 footer, which stopped the rest of the attack fleet from driving on under the fill aircar as they tried frantically to get out from under the fill aircar, the driver's of the boats jamming their throttles wide open and turning at the same time, making their boats leap and swerve like live things as they collided with each other, the drivers screaming and yelling in a frenzy of fear and panic, then the boats were clear of each other, all of them damaged from their collisions, but none of them in a sinking condition except the 30 footer which sank in seconds, the people on it swimming in the sea, screaming and yelling in fear and panic, one woman screaming that she couldn't swim! As the vigilante terrorist attack fleet drove under the big fill aircar, the guard aircars came speeding up, braked to a stop and hovered in a ring around the fill aircar and the vigilante terrorist attack fleet, then, as the fill aircar left the panic stricken vigilante terrorist attack fleet and the sinking 30 footer behind, the guard aircars closed their ring, hovering over the vigilantes, grabbing their boats with G-rays so they couldn't escape, one guard aircar rescuing the woman who couldn't swim. The Watchers in the guard aircars picked up the people in the boats and in the water with G-rays (tractor beam), carried them, screaming and yelling silently in terror because they could not open their mouths while in the grip of the G-ray, they could breath and that was all, to the big bunkhouse aircar where grim faced, angry workers, and Harley and Alice and Jack, and an expressionless Starr were waiting for them! There were 42 self-appointed vigilante terrorists, 16 women and 26 men, all of them in their 20s and 30s. They were all angry and resentful and thoroughly humiliated and shamed that their usually victorious vigilante terrorist attack had failed so easily and so utterly. They began to yell and shout deadly threats and promises of great bodily harm at the earthers and the Watchers who had captured them so easily and destroyed their best boat, then the earther workers began to yell
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DEEP BLUE GOLD IS ANOTHER POPULAR KRONG THE WATCHER STORY. Harley Hathaway accidentally found a freshwater springs in the sea floor off the coast of Los Angeles and Orange counties when he was just a kid crewing on a sailboat. Years later in college, he makes water his life's work. He works for an ol' desert rat water driller, Jack Silsby, in the desert of California. Jack teaches him all there is to know about drilling for water anywhere. Harley leaves Jack and goes to work for a medium-sized oil and water drilling company, Smith Oil and Water Company. One day while flying to South America for Smith Oil and Water, he remembers that freshwater springs in the sea floor and realizes that bringing that freshwater to a water-hungry land like Southern California is a dream come true, if he can do it. He tries to find the freshwater springs in the sea, but he can't find it; the freshwater is invisible in sea water. He goes to Jack Silsby for help, then he goes and gets his old girlfriend, Alice Brent. The three of them try to find the freshwater in the sea, but they fail. Speeding back to the dock one day after another day of failure, Harley suddenly remembers the Watchers and they go there as quickly as they can. The Watchers agree to help them develop the freshwater springs in the sea floor and the trouble starts–BIG TROUBLE–when every ecologist, environmentalist, EPA bureaucrats, the state of California, the Los Angeles and Orange County bureaucrats, and, it seems, every freak in the entire United States of America are viciously against developing the freshwater springs in the seabed. Harley and his friends can't figure it out why all of them oppose it since they all must drink and use water. Los Angeles City and County spend billions searching for water on land, yet they too are against using freshwater in the seabed, even though oil in the seabed has been used for many, many years. Harley and his friends, with the help of the Watchers, organize the Standard Water Company. Can Harley, Alice, and Jack lick the opposition and bring that freshwater in the seabed to the thirsty land? It is a true fact that Los Angeles City and County are building one of the biggest reservoirs in America, and Orange County is about to declare a water shortage. It is also a true fact that enormous quantities of freshwater are going to waste under the sea right at this moment, yet not one company is making any effort to get that water. Just think, what if all of the oil under the sea was not even being looked for even though it was gushing up from the seabed???!!! How strange that millions of barrels of oil are pumped out of the seabed, yet not one gallon of freshwater is pumped out of the seabed for a thirsty world! What good is the oil if there's no water to drink???!!!
About the Author
Robert James Warner was born and raised in Long Beach, California, where he attended school. He was drafted into the Navy on March 9, 1944, during World War II as soon as he finished his last semester in high school. He was discharged from the Navy on June 16, 1946. Mr. Warner went back to school, Long Beach City College, on the GI Bill, taking mechanical engineering, then switching to journalism. After about a year and a half at City College, he quit. Mr. Warner had always been interested in writing, but he had huge handicaps to overcome: he couldn't spell (he still can't), and grammar was then and is now a mystery to him. Mr. Warner first began to write when he was about 20. During the next few years, he wrote some songs, poetry, and short stories, but his output was quite low. From 1947, after Mr. Warner left City College, to 1950, he had a number of different inconsequential jobs, the longest at Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach where he worked in the blueprint department for eight months. He then quit and loafed awhile. In 1950, he enlisted in the Active Naval Reserve as a Week End Warrior so he could learn seamanship and get paid doing it. He has had a life-long love affair with boats (building his own) and fishing. About three months later, the Korean War started and Mr. Warner was called back to active duty in the Navy Aircorp for a year, getting discharged in August 1951, serving on three aircraft carriers, operating off Korea in the China Sea, and bombing and strafing the communists! After Korea, Mr. Warner went back to City College for awhile, then he got a job on a freighter as a deckhand and made two trips to the Hawaiian Islands (about 30 days round trip), hauling bulk sugar for C&H Sugar in Crocket California on the Sacramento River. Leaving the ship in Crocket, he went to Santa Rosa, California, where he washed dishes in some restaurants and got a poem published in the local newspaper–a big day in his life. Next, he went to Yosemite and washed some more dishes, and then he went home. Mr. Warner has cleaned chicken dung from under the pens; owned and operated his own auto wrecking yard; owned his own 2nd Store; was half owner of a yacht landing; speculated in real estate; and worked at some other odd jobs, going to work for the Long Beach Fire Department in 1953 for the next 26 years and retiring in October 1979. Mr. Warner married in 1961, had a son in 1963, and then divorced in 1973. In 1974, Mr. Warner and his son, Jeff, drove to Alaska during the summer. On his return, Mr. Warner wrote his first novel. Since 1974, Mr. Warner has written thirty-one novels, about 125 short stories, two Civil War books, and two poetry collections.