Morag Higgins

Hi, I'm Morag Higgins, thank you for taking the time to read my page. I write articles for equestrian magazines and equestrian training books but my real passion is for SciFi and Horror, I absolutely love it, I am a proud Dr Who fanatic (have been all my life and yes I can remember the very first Doctor!!). I am very proud of my book Eye of the Unicorn and yes there are three more in the series (my publisher has them at the moment). I have recently written my first Sci Fi/Horror and Horror which are also with my editor at the moment.
I am so pleased you have taken the time to read this and hope we can chat soon!

You can see some of our work at the website

I have several published books out at the moment:-

Bruja -
This is the true story of a life shared and a relationship formed over twenty years, between Morag Higgins and her companion, a horse called Bruja. At times humorous, often deeply emotional but overall one woman's story of a lifelong bond between her and a horse from which she learned so much. Morag has been riding for over thirty five years and teaching for almost three decades. She has had the privilege to have known and worked with many, many horses in her career having participated in several disciplines such as jumping, dressage, one day eventing, showing and western riding. In 'Bruja' Morag encapsulates the life of one horse and its profoundly moving effect on all who knew her.

Equido Horsemanship For the 21st Century -
Equido is a way of living with horses, a way which influences every single thing we do with our equine companions, right from the moment we step into their world, be it mucking out, making feeds, leading, grooming rugging etc, it is not just about when we sit on their backs and expect them to obey.

Equido teaches us how to have feel for everything you do with the horse, it is about the big picture, the whole picture. We know that a horse that is not cared for or handled properly will not be in a good or happy state of mind and this in turn will affect their performance when being ridden.

Through the pages of this book we will give you an insight into Equido, horsemanship for the 21st century.

Equido The Path of Least Resistance -
The primary reason for the development of Equido® was to educate people from basic to advanced horsemanship in a method that is sympathetic to the horse’s needs. Equido® been accredited by LANTRA for 10 years and in that time there have been well over 500 students who have studied the system. The premise for writing this book was to show people another viewpoint in working with horses.

You will see in this book vets, farriers, bodyworkers and trainers going about their day to day work as a result some of the pictures you will see show horses coming in from the field who may not have been groomed or photo shopped. What we wanted to show in this book was an honest representation of the day to day work carried out on a yard. We also wanted to show that it is not just the trainer that is involved with the horse but it is a team of very skilful equestrian professionals.

We hope that in reading this book you find something that is beneficial not only to your horse but to yourself and perhaps this will start you down the path of least resistance.

The Good Children
A heart-warming and emotional story of two very special dogs Tag and Tess as told through their eyes. This is suitable for all ages.

Poppy Pinto Plays Peek-a-Boo
Poppy Pinto Plays Peek-a-Boo is the first in a series of wonderful stories about a beautiful horse and all her friends. Poppy is on a quest to learn how to play peek-a-boo. From ages 3 upwards this will appeal to all children, especially animal lovers and is the perfect read along story for parents and children.

The Eye of The Unicorn -
On a dying planet two species complete for survival. The San, a people who have been divided into tribes through war bigotry and hate, their population devastated by a mysterious illness. Their rivals, the Cuc, a hive species who declare all out war on the San.

Born into this world are twin sons of the Chieftain of the Warrior Clan of the Chai, Remruc and Curmer. After the death of their father, they are burdened with the task of saving their people. Together they formulate a radical plan which could untie the divided clans.

Taking advantage of the race weakened by illness and held together by very tenuous bonds, the Cuc, a formidable enemy of the San take them to the very brink of destruction. When all seems lost a secret is uncovered, a secret that may secure the safety of their people but a secret that has a darker side and a high price will be paid for survival.

A fast-paced action packed adventure that will keep you turning the pages to find the answers and leave you breathless as the legend of Remruc and Curmer unfolds.

All of the above are currently available from all major on line stores. Books due for release this summer are:-

The Eye of the Unicorn - The Price of Paradise -
The next instalment in the Eye of the Unicorn series is as fast paced and action packed as the first. This continuation of the story of Remruc and Curmer, the twin chieftains of the alien race called the San, will leave you breathless and eager for more. As the plot unfolds deep dark truths are discovered and universe changing decisions made.

The Idor, builders of the gateway discovered on the San world have a deadly secret. Now that the San have become uninvited guests on their world, the Idor see an opportunity that may give them the upper hand in a dangerous game they are playing. Curmer, trying to convince the Idor to allow his people to stay inadvertently ties the San forever to their purpose. It may be a decision he will live to regret. What is the secret of the Idor, what will Remruc and Curmer’s people have to do for sanctuary on this world, what will be the true price of paradise.

The Eye of the Unicorn - The Grieving God
The third book of the Eye of The Unicorn series continues the story of the Elidorsan and the children of Remruc and Curmer. After centuries of peace and harmony the Elidorsan begin to notice that fewer of the ordinary San citizens are being selected by the Idor to join their elite immortal ranks.

Mora is pregnant with her first child and does not find maternal instincts come naturally. Her child has immense power and his existence was predicted by the Idor centuries before, he has a very important role to play and the Idor are concerned that Mora’s coldness will turn the child onto the wrong path before he had been born. Making a radical decision they remove him from Mora before he is born and raise him in the city of the Idor, training his advanced mind in preparation for his tasks in life, returning him in secret to be raised by a surrogate Elidorsan family out with Mora’s influence.

As time passes Shosten, Remruc’s grandson senses a deep unrest amongst the San of the city of Nemn. As he investigates he is shocked at the changes in the ordinary people, their characters flawed and arrogant as they no longer revere the Elidorsan. Knowing the Idor will not tolerate such behaviour he tries to find the root of the problems and encounters the twisted despot heir to the Chieftain’s throne behind an insidious plot. The Elidorsan Duren who is stationed as a liaison officer in the city has been preoccupied with protecting the aged Chieftain against assassination plots and has been unable to warn Shoshten of the problems in the city. Events come to a head as the Chieftain is assassinated and Shoshten framed for the murder. The Idor demand that the San be banished from Idor and the Elidorsan forces find themselves fighting their own kind and forcing them from their world.

The Elidorsan High Chieftains Deyka and Mora appeal to the Idor who relent and allow those San loyal to the Elidorsan to live on a safe and guarded planet, allowed to grow and finally devolve as nature intended. Those guilty of treason and disloyalty are also guarded on a separate world, prevented from escape and left to their own devices and eventual extinction. Duren has fallen in love with a San girl and although he knows she will age and die he elects to accompany her to the saved San world where they live till her death. Duren is beside himself with grief and the love between them becomes a legend amongst the Saved San.

The Elidorsan extend their protection to all life in the universe, ensuring that civilisations are allowed to develop in peace and harmony and stepping in to address any imbalance. During a visit to the Saved San world Deyka and Mora encounter a strange being in a stolen alien craft. They question the Idor about this and the reaction shocks them. The Idor are afraid, there now begins a deadly search as a new evil encroaches on the universes, an evil that the Idor have been keeping a secret.

The Eye of the Unicorn - The Lost Child
The last in the Eye of The Unicorn Series finds Sara, the human child rescued by Duren, growing up on Idor as an Elidorsan. She is a vital link for the Elidorsan who are searching for Shoshten’s son Merkan as the creatures that attacked her people are the same species that caused the anomaly which drew Merkan’s ship into an unknown universe. They scour the different universes seeking any clues as to the whereabouts of the missing crew and unknown to them Cultok, the son of the High Chieftains of the Elidorsan Deyka and Mora had stowed away on Merkan’s ship when it went missing.

Merkan’s ship has been destroyed as they materialise into a fierce space battle above a blue planet. The attacking ships hovering above the planet are decimating the native forces and Merkan is forced to choose sides as the attackers turn their attention to the battered Elidorsan craft. They are supported by the native crafts but their ship is critically damaged and Merkan choses to destroy the master craft of the attackers by crashing into it. They transport themselves onto the planet but despite this only five of his crew survive the attack and are immediately emersed in a firefight assisting the natives of this world. Cultok has survived and as far as the Elidorsan know he is just the son of Lord Duren’s servants. The planet they are on is Earth and now they must forge an alliance with the humans of this world if they ever want to get back home.

This is a nail biting finale to the Eye of the Unicorn Series, Sara had no knowledge of humans or her home world and Cultok is now living on Earth. The enemies of the humans and Elidorsan are part of the dark secret that the Idor have been keeping and now all of the pathways are merging into a gripping explosive conclusion that will have you on the edge of your seat.

The Engineer -
Juggernaut 90, a deep space pleasure freighter on course for Colony Planet Echo One is six months into a two- and half-year journey. On board passengers and crew are in stasis leaving ships AI JOE 90 and David Bockerat engineer, the only active human crew member to deal with any breakdowns whilst in deep space.

David who is nearing retirement after years of service with the fleet finds himself dealing with an almost constant stream of minor breakdowns, a situation that he has never experienced before. To his surprise he found the personality program for the AI had not only been switched off by the previous engineer who had been on the ship for almost fifty years before his unexpected death, but the personality files were missing.

During one of his maintenance checks he stumbles upon the missing files for the AI and re-installs them, activating JOE 90 to full capacity. The AI seems to be very amenable and develops a good rapport with David. As the troubles escalate David’s intuition tells him that sinister forces are at work and becomes suspicious that JOE 90 is somehow involved. With no one to turn to other than the AI David feels trapped in a cat and mouse struggle with this unseen force.

After a shocking discovery deep in the bowls of the ship David realises his suspicions about JOE 90 were unfounded. However, all the new evidence he finds points to something far more sinister and horrific which has been released by the previous engineer Robert Wallen. David and JOE 90 are now locked in a life-or-death struggle with unknown supernatural forces that put the entire ship at risk. Will they managed to defeat their foe before it is too late?

The Engineer - Re-engineered
This is the second in the Sci/Fi horror series and continues the adventures of our heroes as they struggle to uncover the dark machinations of the horror they have been drawn into conflict with.

The Engineer - Reverse engineered
This is the third in the Sci/Fi horror series. Our intrepid heroes are deep into the twisted conspiracy to destroy their civilisation. They journey beyond their wildest imagination, fighting to bring about a prediction made by an ancient computer, face their worst fears and are forced to make heart rending choices .

The Neighbour
When Wendy and John purchase some land to fulfil their dreams of building a horse training facility they thought they had the perfect place. Little did they know that their neighbours had other ideas. At first the struggle to build their business which seemed to be plagued by delays, red-tape and strange occurrences were put down to the normal teething problems every new business faces. Eventually they realise they have the neighbours from hell living next door, plotting and scheming and making their lives as miserable as possible.

Events take a terrifying turn and both Wendy and John find themselves battling with supernatural forces hell bent on destroying them. Can they survive against the odds? Will they succeed or will the evil next door destroy everything in its path?

Who's in 242
When Gravediggers open up a supposedly empty lair, with ground that hasn’t been disturbed for over fifty years, they discover a skeleton buried in the plot. Suspecting a possible cold case murder Detective George Caldwell is brought in to investigate. Whilst waiting on reconstruction of the skull to attempt identification, the detective decides to take matters into his own hands and begins a solo undercover investigation in the tiny village of Springnoll. As he delves deeper into the ancient mysteries surrounding the village he uncovers a shocking secret, a secret that brings to life horrific repercussions in this world and the world of the supernatural.

The Lock-up
Edgar Hydeford, a once popular but now struggling artist, shares a lockup with an obnoxious and dangerous bully, Henry. Edgar’s life is on the skids and he is desperate for a chance to break back into the art scene, however, his co-habitant of the studio lockup seems hell bent on destroying any chance of Edgar achieving the heights of his previous success.

Angela Worthing , a well-known art dealer with a string of artists and galleries in several towns, appears at the lockup looking for new talent and is delighted with the samples Edgar shows her. Just as life seems to be on the up, Henry puts into motion a series of violent and horrific events that will destroy Edgar’s life forever.

In a desperate struggle for survival Edgar searches for a way out of his horrific situation and in a final shocking twist we uncover the unbelievable truth about Edgar and Henry’s relationship

Award Category
Screenplay Award Category
Alone on a deep space pleasure cruiser with only the AI for company, engineer David Bockerat becomes embroiled in battle of wits with a supernatural force hell bent on destroying the ship. Can he defeat this horror unleashed by the previous engineer in a cat and mouse chase before it kills them all
The Engineer
My Submission


The pressure relay sizzled and sparked, fizzing angrily in its housing. “Son of a bitch!” David Bockerat, Line Engineer gritted his teeth as he disconnected the power and prised the faulty unit out. Sitting back on his heels, David scanned the issue number and date, comparing readings on his ‘repairs and replacements’ database. Sighing to himself, he checked the readouts on his pad. “You have got to be kidding!” The part had been replaced last turnaround and was supposed to be good for at least thirty years. He opened his spares case and selected a new unit, double checking that it wasn’t from the same batch.

Once he was sure that the new relay was working, he closed the unit and slowly stood up, wincing slightly as the blood rushed back into his legs. David’s body was starting to feel the wear and tear of years of crouching and crawling into tight spaces aboard interstellar spaceships. He stretched and spoke out loud, “JOE,” David flicked a switch and re-connected the power, “JOE!”

“Yes, David?” The calm, mechanical tones of the ship’s computer responded to his summons. Closing the hatch in the wall, David tried not to sound irritable and slipped his multi tool back into his belt latch. “JOE, I want you to issue a report recording that the last batch of Z20 Pressure Trips may be faulty. This one was replaced last year, and it’s just melted the shit over the housing. Get the Line to check all ships issued with this batch of replacements.”

“Melted shit?”

David sighed again; this was beginning to annoy him, “Yeah.” He was almost a year into this voyage and he still hadn’t located the personality programme for the A.I. computer. David had been the replacement engineer for Robert Wallen, the oldest engineer in the fleet. Robert Wallen had suddenly passed away at Home Port, just before he took this - his last voyage before retiring.

David had known Robert to nod to at engineering briefings and refresher training courses. They had met once at the psyche testing sessions that engineers were obliged to do after every couple of runs. David had not liked the man. Robert was old school. He was not enamoured with the latest AI technology, especially the new personality programs that were designed to improve interaction with humans. Most of the engineers welcomed the new programming for their long-haul companions, but a few of the older ones just couldn’t seem to accept the advancements. He had never heard anything negative said about Robert’s technical abilities. He had certainly held this ship together, but sometimes, you just got a feeling about a person and David never had the inclination to get to know him better.

David was also a lifetime company man, having been an engineer since qualifying a good thirty years ago. It took a special personality to work the Interstellar Cruisers. One of the main perks was being able to interact with the AI computers that did the bulk of the maintenance; essentially they were the soul of the ship. They were all given distinct and varied personality programs to make them as human as possible and were usually great company. David had been totally surprised to find this ship was running on the basic factory settings and that the personality program had been shut down. Try as he might he simply couldn’t find where the last Engineer had stored the file or why he had switched it off in the first place. It was really difficult working with a unit that was acting on basic settings, they were very literal. David preferred to build a rapport with the computers that were flying the ships he was working on. Taking a deep breath, he organised his thoughts, “Sorry JOE, the unit has overheated and melted silicon residue over the relay housing. I have replaced it so hopefully it won’t happen again.”

“JOE 90 confirming instructions and executing.” David tried not to laugh. All of the ships on this ferry line were of the Juggernaut class and all the ships’ computers were named after that; the Juggernaut Online Evaluation system. They were all AI’s and as this was ship number 90 in the fleet, the computer was called JOE 90.

When David had heard about Robert’s sudden death he had deliberately asked for this posting; he had wanted to be the engineer on this ship for years, but Robert had been adamant and would never budge or try another cruiser. The other engineers would joke amongst themselves, saying a position on this ship was literally like ‘dead man’s shoes’. They hadn’t realised just how right they would be.

The reason David so wanted to be on this particular ship was simply because of the computer’s name. As a hobby he would watch ancient recordings of TV shows from several hundred years ago. He loved ancient history and was particularly fond of shows with puppets. David’s speciality was not just in practical engineering, nuts and bolts work, but he was adept at advanced programming and computer system maintenance. One of the shows he especially liked was the Gerry Anderson children’s shows that used puppets. David liked to think that these puppets were like the first robots and the advanced models on the Gerry Anderson programs made them almost seem like AIs. He liked them all, but his particular favourite was a character called Joe 90 who had special powers.

He made his way back to his engineering control centre, taking a route that took him to the stasis decks where he checked in on the rest of the crew and passengers in the stasis chambers. They were eleven months into a two and a half year trip to Colony Planet Echo One, a well-known holiday destination.

Although the AIs essentially ran the ship, it was a requirement of the company that at least one crew member remained awake during the flight. It was quite a commitment for a single human to remain alone for this length of time and it took a special personality to be able to cope with the tedium and boredom. This had been one of the main reasons for developing personality programs for the computers, it alleviated the loneliness. Each engineer was carefully psychologically profiled to ensure that they would get along with the AI.

Despite years of being virtually on his own, David loved his job. He had made this run at least six times on ships 70, 87, 15 and 63, ferrying his passengers safely to their holiday destination and back again. He was beginning to ‘feel’ the mileage and, as he felt himself getting closer to retirement age, he was beginning to understand how Robert must have felt. David wasn’t sure if he wanted to settle down planet-side and, if he did, would it be on the leisure planet or on Earth? Because of the technical requirements of his job he had been very well paid over the years and he had a tidy sum saved up - enough to live out the rest of his life in luxury. The problem was, he just loved space.

Every time he had made the trip as ‘Engineer Conscious Crew Member in Charge’, he would ponder what he would do when he retired. David was sociable, but he also liked his own company and would not be able to cope on a crowded planet, even if it was a leisure planet. Too many people would easily freak him out. There were occasions that he missed company and so, if he got bored, he would chat to the JOEs on the ship, or activate the holograph room and visit his favourite bar.

The other JOEs in the fleet had been great company and he had become good friends with them all, especially JOE 63 and JOE 15, having done two runs with each. This was the first ship that hadn’t had the personality program activated. It had been set to default factory communication limits, which as far as he was concerned, was very boring. Throwing his note pad down on the desk he sat at the console, the blank screen reflecting his face, David frowned; he really would need to shave. He rubbed at the stubble and grimaced, debating whether or not he should grow a beard. Sighing, he tapped in his ID code and began a standard sweep of ships systems.

It was several hours later when he finished. Everything seemed to be fine. “Activate holo-deck, JOE, I’m done for the day.” He listened to the dull neutral response from the computer and shook his head; he really was going to have to find that program.

Music hummed away in the background as David stepped into the holograph room. He had spent a long time developing this program and had faithfully recreated his perfect bar; it was populated by characters that he had known, in some form or another, throughout his life. He had stored the whole program on his own personal disc which he took from ship to ship and, over the years, he had seen the characters develop and grow. David was extremely skilled with code and had written the ability to learn and adapt into his holo-characters. This made for a much more entertaining rapport. For thirty years, this bar had been his solace on every ship, and he loved it.

The usual suspects were there, including Dorothy the bar maid; middle aged with curly blond hair cut into a short bob. She had forearms that any sailor would be proud of and a punch to match. Failure to comply would result in a fat lip and a sore head, but actually, inside, she was a mum to everyone; someone who would listen to all your woes and give you advice. He had known the real Dorothy long ago when he had been young. She was the ‘go to’ person for almost all the students at Company Engineering Campus. She was a counsellor, a confidant, a disciplinarian, a straight talker and an absolute angel of a woman. David smiled as he remembered her, a smile that faded quickly as a wave of sadness washed over him. As he stood there, watching her rosy face laughing with the clients, he had suddenly realised that she was probably long gone and that this hologram was all that remained of her. His memories locked in a computer simulation.

Then there was ‘Mad Mikey’, a dodgy character, known for starting spontaneous bar fights, but he was also a natural comedian, entertaining anyone who was willing to listen. Mikey was an archetypical aging rocker; slicked-back, greying hair, a weather-beaten face from riding his Harley, a scuffed leather jacket and a grin that revealed teeth like an old piano keyboard - yellow with some missing. The real Mikey had often led a young - but old enough to know better - David into many a mad cap and potentially dangerous scrape. However, they had always managed to survive despite the odds and would recover in the pub, laughing at their near misses. David had been there when Mikey finally ran out of luck. He recalled Mikey flying past him on his ancient Harley, laughing wildly as he sped past David on his highly safe computer controlled bi unit with safety bubble automatically engaged. David had been laughing at him, when suddenly his voice had choked in his throat as he saw the Harley tipping too hard to the left. The solid foot-rest scraped along the ground, sending sparks showering backwards. Mikey opted for a bale out, dropping the bike, hoping that he would skid along for a bit then pick himself up, as he usually did. Unfortunately, he had skidded right under the wheels of a passing car transporter, the auto control unit unable to avoid him. David closed his eyes at the memory and shut it from his mind. This was how he would always remember Mikey, standing at the bar having a laugh.

Old Sam sat in his corner booth, sipping on an endless pint of Pale Ale, his cloth cap at a jaunty angle and his cheeks rosy with alcohol. David loved that old man. The real Sam was a regular at his local pub in the village where he had grown up. David had been given special privileges, despite him being a child. He was allowed to sit in the pub and sip ginger beer while his father chatted with his friends at the bar. David’s father had been an agricultural engineer working on the AI units on the vast grain fields surrounding the small village. David would look at Old Sam in awe, a relic from a bygone age. He was one of the last of the farmers that had worked livestock. Sam would indulge the child, allowing him to pat his faithful old dog, Gyp as it lay at his feet. David would listen entranced, as Sam told him stories about the ranging hillsides that he would wander in all weathers whilst tending his animals; Gyp as always scouted ahead and darted wherever he was needed. They were very old when David knew them; Sam had a lung conditions that made his voice thin and reedy; Gyp seemed ancient - his eyes were bright, but his joints were stiff. He would lie under the table, watching the goings on in the bar and hoping that someone would top up his saucer with a drop of lager. When David had left the village to begin training at City 17 educational compound, he had stopped to say goodbye to Sam. In a rare gesture of affection, the old man had hugged him and slipped something into his hand, “Here, lad,” he had said, “You keep this on you, then you’ll never get lost.” David had looked in awe at an ancient and battered compass lying in his hand, “That’s been with me all my life, reckon it’s yours now lad.” David had shed a tear and hugged him again; Gyp had struggled to his feet and gently licked his hand. David kissed the old dog on the head and sadly waved them farewell. It was only a few days later that he heard Sam had passed away, in that very corner seat, with Gyp lying dead at his feet, following his master to the very end. David still had that compass.

He looked back towards the bar to see Ron and Roddy, the Baleman twins, leaning close to each other, discussing their latest conquests. They were friends from his campus days, a real pair of ‘Jack the Lads’. They never seemed to study, were always partying and had a different girl on their arm every week. Despite this, they had passed their exams and qualified as security unit engineers. David hadn’t seen them for nearly twenty years. He bumped into Ron one day whilst on leave Earth side. Ron was now married, as was Roddy. They were both high up in respectable firms and had eventually become domesticated. Roddy had two kids; Ron was expecting his first. David had congratulated him, and then they had gone their separate ways, leaving David with the feeling of having missed out on something. The nature of his job meant that serious relationships were impossible. David had been a bachelor all of his life, never having found the right woman to settle down with.

In the corner sat the girls. David felt his heart melt just a little. What a gang they had been. It was his last year of study and he was stationed near a massive cruiser construction site. The delicate and difficult job of assembling the core processors for the systems on these ships were usually handled by women. Their hands were smaller and more sensitive for the delicate parts, and this particular group were the A team. Jeanette, Sadie, Mags and Babs were in the local every single night after work, sharing gossip and preparing for who knew what in the evenings. Jeanette was the eldest, she was the manager of a whole section and the others would follow her lead. Sadie, ahhh, now sweet Sadie, David remembered her very fondly. If he had ever chosen to settle down it would definitely have been with her. They were an item on and off for the whole of the year that he was studying and it was a toss-up whether he would take up the interstellar position that he was offered, or settle down port side with Sadie.

They had argued the night when he had to make the final decision. Sadie had cried and so had he, neither one wanting to say that it was over. It had been Mags, sensible, wise Mags, that had intervened. She was an expert counsellor; it was her job to check the mental processes of the AI units and she could apply these skills to humans as well. It was she who had smoothed things out, making them both realise that David was always going to be a free spirit, destined to roam the stars. Sadie loved him and David loved her, but he had loved the draw of the interstellar ships more. They had parted amicably, agreeing that David would do one more run and, when he returned after five years, they would decide if they should be together. David had struggled long and hard with himself during that trip and this had caused him to design the pub program, to take his mind off of things. When he returned, the decision had been taken out of his hands. Sadie had been killed in an explosion at the factory as had Babs, bubbly madcap Babs her faithful sidekick. David knew that his life now lay in the stars and so he wrote the girls from the chipping line factory into the program, as a memorial to them all. They sat, as always, giggling away at some joke and sharing stories.

Finally, there was Henry. He sat in a booth, reading a small leather-bound book. His jacket had once been an expensive tweed but now it was worn at the elbows and slightly tatty. He always sported a shirt and tie, the collar slightly frayed, his greying hair neatly combed back, a thin pencil line moustache wiggling across his top lip as he pursed his mouth at something interesting in his book. Henry had been well to do; at some point in his life he had clearly fallen on hard times, but still strove to keep smart in his worn-out clothing, wearing his dignity like a majestic robe. He quietly sipped a brandy, savouring every mouthful, his eyes distant as he mulled over some of life’s great mysteries.

Henry had been a philosophy professor at City 17 Higher training centre. David, having showed exceptional intelligence and great promise, had been advanced to computer programming and AI development. One of the core subjects for all AI engineers, besides psychology, was philosophy and David loved it. He had spent many hours in Henry’s classes pondering life’s mysteries. David had only socialised with Henry a few times, as part of a favoured group, and Henry always reminded him of a wise old sage, carefully coaxing his students into independent and radical thought. When David graduated and moved to campus, it was with great sadness that he learned of Henry’s tragic death just a few months later. It had all seemed very strange. It was labelled accidental, but rumours ran amok, and the word was that he had committed suicide. City 17 had tried to cover it up, lest it affect their student intake. David had recreated Henry as he remembered him best, from the days that he had given over to his chosen group of students.