Post 6: Mid and Southern Africa and Madagascar, population: 300,000…There are 100 major Transport Stations throughout the region.
Post 7: South Pole, North Pole, Atlantic Sea and all major planet fresh waterways, population: 200,000…there are 150 major Transport Stations throughout the region.
Post 8: The deepest most remote living quarters 800 miles below Earth’s surface and directly below the post station at the Judah Villa in Jerusalem … population: 25,000…There are 25 Transport Stations in the colony.
Knofer: A singular communication device used by population within Ever-Life colonies. It offers video, audio, 3D imagery, unlimited download capability, contains records of all knowledge from historical archives of 500,000 years, defense mode capable, and security protocols include time travel capable.
Duplication: Growing human body parts or an entire, complete body. Physically, they are exact copies, using and resulting in persons with ‘complete’ DNA. Subject is capable of complete human development.
Transtosis: The process of reanimating all synaptic connections, within a body, and rejuvenating all cells to perform anabolic growth processes
Cloning: Growing a physically identical human body. Unfortunately this process uses and results in ‘incomplete’ DNA.
Book II:
Time Trust
Copyright© 2013 by Andrew Sarkady
This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved and negotiable by Author alone. This book is solely owned by Andrew Sarkady. Neither the book in total nor in part may be reproduced in any way without the permission of the owner. All artwork/compilations drawn by Andrew © 2011 by Andrew Sarkady
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Dr. Jack Sheldon, Head of Research, at the Brock/Swanson Medical Complex, has discovered something that will change everything; and billionaire Marion Brock stops at nothing to get it. But, unknown to Brock or anyone on Earth’s surface, deep below the Complex is the futuristic health-base, Ever-Life; and they want it too. Action, suspense, mystery and a love story that reaches beyond the grave mix with science fiction.
Join the cast of characters as they weave through a labyrinth of provoking puzzles that takes them and you on an adventure, across the globe, through time, to the shocking end and wanting more…
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Hope and Love abide with all who believe. May we all believe in the future.
Many people write books to tell a story they imagine. That is fiction today. But what if someone writes a true story that hasn’t happened yet?
Chapter 1
Confined
One lone Carrier lay in a fixed position, just tangent to Earth’s core. There, the magnetic signals generated were so strong; they blocked any communication from the hive mindset of all other Carriers. Inside the beast, a man in a suit lay flat on his back. He opened his eyes and blinked several times before moving. Slowly, he sat up and looked from side to side, trying to focus; but, all he could see was a blur of white light.
“Where the hell am I?’
He wiped his eyes and realized the light radiated directly from the walls and floor.
“You are quite safe,” a voice said.
The man slowly stood up and surveyed the empty oval room. He noticed the imprint of his body on the floor disappearing, as if he had slept on an ancient foam mattress. Instinctively, he began frisking himself.
“Everything seems to be here.”
Suddenly, before him appeared a chair and table with food.
“Woe; that’s a neat trick.”
“It is no trick, my friend. I bring you sustenance and good health. Do you remember anything?”
The man sat down at the table.
“A little, I think; I don’t know. Some things, I suppose; I certainly remember this; eggs, steak, and potatoes, and; is this Champagne?”
“No, it is not.”
“Mm, different; but good…”
He began to eat and talk.
“So; am I a prisoner? What is your name?”
“Far from it, as a matter of fact; my name is of no consequence. What is important is that you feel better, and in control.”
“How long have I been here?”
“A while; months by your time…Tell me, do you know who you are?”
“Months; Christ!”
He grimaced and stood up, wiping his mouth with the napkin.
“I am Marion Brock.”
“What is your last memory?”
“I remember a large white room, like this; and, talking to an old friend of sorts. Am I still there?”
“Not exactly; you are in a stasis mode. It’s rather like dreaming, but you are not asleep.”
“Interesting…”
“You were injured.”
“Injured? I am fine. What now?”
“I am going to educate you. Then, we go on an adventure. Will you cooperate?”
“I don’t have much of a choice; do I?’
“You perceive the obvious. Good. You are healing.”
“Who or what are you, anyway?”
“I am of inner Earth.”
“Well, ‘of inner Earth’, you can cook.”
“We have lived far below your kind, for thousands of years. We only share ourselves with very few of your better natured species.”
Brock giggled, thinking, Me better natured.
“Are you sharing with me now? Is that what this food is?”
For almost two minutes, he sat in dead silence, wondering. Finally, he raised his voice, “Are you still here?”
At that second, it happened. Brock heard a ringing in his ears. Involuntarily, he held his head, while at the same time, taking deep breaths. Just as he was about to scream, it stopped. His eyes dilated; and he relaxed, feeling an overwhelming cathartic, rapturous sensation.
“Yes, I am here…What I give you now, is against all treaties, between your kind and mine. In the writings between us, we chartered only to supply you with tangible gifts. What you receive now, we have never shared.”
Brock sat unable to move. He began shaking uncontrollably. After a few seconds, it was too much for him. He passed out and flopped on the table. When he awoke, different fresh food was beside his head; his favorite music was playing; and his dog, Buddy, was sitting, panting, looking up at him next to the table.
“How did you get here boy?”
Brock stood up and turned around in wonder. The room was now his old office suite, in Hightstown, New Jersey.
“My desk, couch, tables, books…Did I go back in time? This building was demolished 30 years ago.”
He examined everything in the room.
“It’s all here.”
Then, he looked out, through the huge second floor bay window and watched all the people going about their daily lives.
“You know Bud, you would have loved Tom’s Café’ there; best pancakes in town. It’s all just as I remember…”
Brock crossed the room to the door, excited. He flung it open, expecting to run down the stairs and outside; but, he stepped through into the exact same office suite again.
“Christ; what is this? This can’t be happening.”
He heard the voice again, “Physical laws are quite different here, my friend. You are different. I gave you a few things to think about. Try to concentrate. What you see in your mind’s eye; I will project before you.”
Brock walked back and sat at the table, staring at the walls, as each started displaying 3D images. He rose from the chair, only to feel dizzy and bend over holding his knees.
“This takes some getting used to…I do see something; but, it’s so strange…”
When he opened his eyes, he looked at his thoughts appearing on the curved wall before him.
“My God, they are; they
are tunnels; inside the planet… And; underground dwellings...? It’s blurry…There; those look like footballs? No; they are fish; swimming? But, that can’t be. There is no water.”
Brock walked toward the wall, rubbing his eyes and reaching out trying to touch the 3D images.
“I see something else now. There; and there; and there…People; lots of people.”
“Do not be impatient, my friend; think; be clear; keep trying.”
“Cities, many cities; who are they? What am I looking at?”
“All of what you see, my dear Brock, are the Ever-Life colonies. Relax, sit; and finish the food.”
Brock stared, mesmerized; and, then, he heard Buddy bark. He snapped to his senses and sat back down, as a clear, paper-thin, oval monitor appeared above the table, in front of him. He began to watch and listen to everything the voice projected onto the screen.
“Now Mr. Brock, we begin.
Chapter 2
The Event
Same Event/Two Locations:
June 3, 2:00 A.M. USA West Coast Time
In the Northwestern United States, south of Seattle, Washington, a night guard sat in a small, third floor, tower office. Four such towers marked the castle perimeter of O.P.A.S.-Oregon Particle Accelerator Sciences Inc. The guard was dozing, off and on, with his feet on a desk. Suddenly, he awoke hearing several loud dings from the shiny cylinder lying on its side, on a corner table across from his desk. The display on the top blinked out one holographic word, ‘Sidron’. Then, from the bottom of the container, a single page printed out. The guard walked over talking to himself, “I’ve been here two years. This thing has never done anything.”
He read the paper; and, as protocol dictated, he dialed a phone number, pushing the pads on the side of the cylinder.
The paper read: Success! Notes retrieved indicate more than expected. Copy ready to send...This is Priority Intel…Original copy returned to source…Awaiting instructions.
Then the guard felt a tremor and the whole room shook violently.
“Holy Shit; an earthquake!”
But that would have been good news. It only lasted five seconds. He grabbed at the wall; and, when it was over, he turned around facing his desk. Something impossible had happened. Half his desk had vanished. It was cut perfectly; vertically in half. The half remaining had no marks of any kind as a clue to how, or what just happened. He stared frozen, watching the remaining half desk clunk onto the floor and papers pour out all over the floor.
When his senses kicked in, he quickly took his communicator out and pushed a preset emergency number.
“Station two tower reporting. Sam, are you there? Sam; Christ; come in! Sam?”
“Yes, keep your pants on! I’m here. What’s the problem?”
“Didn’t you feel that? Half my desk is gone. It disappeared…I mean; the whole half is gone.”
“Christ, Marky; get a grip!”
“It was an earthquake, or something. You had to feel it. You are right under me.”
“What the hell are you saying? Are you smoking that crap again? Calm down. Nothing happened here.”
The phone reception cut out for several seconds; and then, the tower guard heard a voice.
“Hello, Mr. Adams? Is this Sergeant Mark Adams?”
“Hello, hello; who is this? Yes this is Adams. Sam, what happened?”
“Mr. Adams, it’s not Sam; this is Mr. Stevens, from the T.T.I. lab.”
“Mr. Stevens? Yes, Sir; but, how did you cut into this secure line.”
“Mark, it is very late. I understand that; but I need you to exit the tower and report to me here, immediately.”
As the guard listened to Stevens, the door to his office opened and two armed men walked in.
“Mark, listen to me; please accompany the two men. They will bring you here to me. There is no cause for alarm.”
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Same Event/Two Locations
June 3, Across the Globe; 11:15 A.M. Egypt Time
A main Ever-Life facility, Time Trust, was almost directly on the other side of the globe, deep below the Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt. Within one of its security rooms, two men sat talking. There were several objects on the table between them. One man picked up a small rectangular item, studied it and said, “This is my old flash drive.”
The other man smirked.
“Hardly; that term is ancient to us. Let me show you. It attaches to this, like that.”
“What do you mean ancient?”
“Actually, it is organic, in nature. Few knew that, at the time, by the way…First, a few basic pertinent facts…”
“Okay?”
“You are from North America, correct?”
“Yes.”
“While Calendars, up there, record history well into the year 2999 A.D., it is our year 9999.6. In other words, it’s June. I suppose you could say, we have adopted many of the same terms; but, we live by different numbers”
“2999? That’s impossible.”
“Yes; quite so, to you; I am sure. Now, regarding this little jewel, the likes of which I haven’t seen in over ten years; we used it for containing important records. It is organic nature, which guarantees security. Some of these little buggers have information that dates back, more than 700,000 years. I will have to use an old protocol to retrieve inputs. These things were quite reliable, in their day. At that time, they were considered; how would you put it, cutting edge. They contained records of all memories from every human here, within Ever-Life; everything from proofs of man’s true genetic origin, to the secrets of what you would call time travel. Of most interest to me, though; they had interactive programming for activities and interfaces with all surface creatures. We kept all information regarding every aspect of life within these special little vaults. Of course, we have upgraded now, using much more sophisticated software. But, no; this is not your old flash drive.”
“Slow down; there, Mr.; I am still trying to absorb the date, 2999?”
The two heard the room door open, and a guard interrupted their conversation.
“Mr. Wheeler, Sir; pardon me. We need you a moment.”
Wheeler smiled at the man across from him and politely excused himself, “I will be right back.”
He got up, turned to leave; and, then, turned back again. “I realize this all may be quite unnerving. But, try to be patient. You are among friends; and quite safe.”
“What friends; where am I?”
“You are ten miles below the bottom of the Great River Nile. We are part of the Ever-Life Colonies. Please; I will be right back.”
As Wheeler walked out the door, into the hallway, he saw orderlies running by, in both directions.
“Sir, Sir; Mr. Wheeler,” one said. “Come with me. Please hurry!”
“What’s going on, son?”
“You know, Sir; we never really expected anything…”
“What? Spit it out.”
“The readings; the monitors, Sir; there has been a breach in the Sidron highway.”
“Christ!”
The two men ran down the hall, into a lab room, just as it exploded. They were thrown backward against the rock wall. The orderly was blown apart, instantly. Wheeler lay bloody and broken, lifeless.
Chapter 3
The Question
Ever-Life’s transport station 606 was located almost a mile beneath Andrews Hospital, which was on the Brock/Swanson Campus in the city limits of Arden, New Mexico. Out from the station, various tunnels branched in all directions. The boarding platforms reminded one of a New York subway station, with the exception that they were pristine and antiseptic. All platforms were constructed at the angle of that particular tunnel. Some tunnels pitched as steep 45 to 90 degrees up or down. However; passengers could walk from one platform to another, even if they were perpendicular to one another without fear of falling, because the magnetic field surrounding any individual platform was more powerful than the Earth’s gravitational pull.
The network
of tunnels branched outward into Earth, like the spokes of a bicycle wheel extend from its axis; and, they extended hundreds of miles below the Campus. Some tunnels leading into the Post 3were a mile wide, and the major cavern was ten miles below the surface. From that point, the main vertical chasm disappeared straight down, branching out like an upside-down Christmas tree deep into the bowels of Earth. Strangely, though, there had never been any recorded sign of magma or volcanic activity around any inhabited tunnel throughout the Ever-Life colonies.
On the sides of the main cavern, several semicircle ledges protruded, suggestive of mushroom caps growing out from tree trunks. The biggest one was the size of four to five football fields. It had a large open amphitheatre, reminiscent of old Greece. Between and around the circumference of the chasm, were huge quartz-like structures. They were many and varied buildings, including business units, malls, hotels, restaurants, healthcare research facilities and countless living quarters.
Looking out, over the main ledge’s field, from a hotel balcony suite, Dr. Jack Sheldon stood, surveying the sights. In the center of the field were several fountains, squirting colored waters, from unfamiliar statuesque shapes, and beautiful transparent moving walkways, weaving in, out, and around flowers and topiaries. Large flexible paper-thin monitors, of all shapes and sizes, floated above the people. Some had video playing. Others reflected beautiful artful designs, while playing captivating music. Still others displayed ads, regarding the latest in healthcare research. After a time, the monitors would roll up, invisible to any viewer.
Jack watched mesmerized.
“Look at it; strange and wonderful; moving sidewalks; people movers; my, my; how do those things go around corners. What happened to good old-fashioned one foot after the other? And, what the hell are those things? People are getting into bubbles-floating vehicles. They do look like bubbles…Quite an idea for public transportation; no buses, trains, cars or bikes; just bubbles; noiseless bubbles…‘Fascinating’, to say the least.”
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