Crimson: The Second in the Trinity Series Novels

by Blade, CG

  The female computer voice coming from the display loudly rang out as Petra’s facial armor engulfed her head. She started to climb towards the tail of the plane grabbing onto struts and ripped pieces of what was left of the airframe.

  WARINING COLLISION IMMINENT—WARNING—WARNING-COLLISION IMMINENT

  Struggling against gravity and the elements, Petra climbed through the inside of the plane reaching the open section where the tail used to be. Grasping onto the side of the fuselage, she put her right two forefingers to her lips as the earth got closer and closer to her. She whistled loudly and jumped out of the broken and now smoking aircraft like a diver at the Olympics going for gold. Smoking pieces of the aircraft disintegrated in the air as the drones who were powering the plane left their cavities and quickly headed towards the stars. Petra was freefalling feet from the edge of the spiraling aircraft when she was struck from underneath by an object. Looking down she heard a ‘chirp’. It was a British drone. Another joined it, and another, and another forming a mass under her freefalling form. Hundreds of allied drones swept her up and quickly mixed with her eight freedom fighters. She watched Avenging Angel spiral end-over-end quickly meeting the center of the city of Shenyang. Exploding in a fiery ball of flames the cloud extinguished itself as Fat Lady collided with the planet and started to spread. The lights of the city started to disappear outward as the substance spread eventually meeting the outer radius of Little Girl.

  “Thanks boys!” She told the chirping drones as they slowly formed a protective barrier around her. The wind and rain began to taper off as they headed southeast. The drones started to descend over the South China Sea skimming the salt water in their giant multi-colored multi-national high-tech surfboard. She rode it like Hawaiian surfing legend Eddie Aikau at the 1977 Duke Kahanamoku Invitational Surfing Championship. The salty crashing waves were hitting her in the face. Petra was now wearing cobalt-colored board shorts and a white Hawaiian tank top with blue hibiscuses imprinted on it.

  “Hang Ten Petra.”

  “I’m hanging Ter, I’m hanging.”

  “Music files up now Petra.”

  The Ventures instrumental song ‘Hawaii Five-O’ began playing loudly in Petra’s head.

  Sunday October 28th 8:00 AM EST

  “Hello everyone this is Tom Mzik here at USSNs broadcast center in New York. We hope that if you are watching this right now you are safe and among loved ones.” Tom was solemn and desolate. The normal sharp suit and tie replaced with a blue long sleeve shirt rolled up on his forearms and an unshaven face. “We are currently still experiencing technical difficulties but we are going to try to bring you a live broadcast of the President now. We will repeat this broadcast immediately following the live message for those of you tuning in later on. My producer has told me we are now going to the White House for a message from the President.”

  “My fellow Americans, I bring you this message with a heavy heart and a sad soul. I am deeply saddened and angered as many of you are over the events of the past couple of weeks. A deliberate and premeditated attack on the United States of America has left her crippled when she was at her weakest. Millions of innocent lives have been lost. This outrageous event did not go without retaliation as we struck a blow to the perpetrators of this heinous act. Last night at approximately 8:00 p.m., the United States and her allies put the country of North Korea and the Chinese city of Shenyang to sleep. Individuals hit by the combination of COZAP and other materials are in a state of ‘suspended animation’. They will remain there until the allied nations of the world can decide a permanent outcome to the situation. Every single living thing down to microbes is now in a state of flux and is bound to the earth covered in this substance. I shall now start the appropriate paperwork to appoint the Speaker of the House David Jackson as the Vice President of the United States. Hold up your families and your friends. Hold them up and help them. Look to whatever deity you pray to and believe that together we can survive as one. We can rebuild and repair. Together we will start to repair and rebuild our country, our lives, and our souls. God Bless you and God Bless the United States of America.”

  Ray and Jackie watched a forlorn and beaten down President Harrison try to lift the spirits of millions of people who had lost so much. The Vidset in Ray’s kitchen mounted on a wall in his Washington D.C. house shut off after the speech as Jackie finished her breakfast. She looked up at Ray and smiled. He returned the smile getting up out of his chair walking around the table. He put his hand on her head and brushed her beautiful blonde hair with his fingers. Kissing her gently on the top of the head he whispered, “I love you.” Jackie grabbed his hand and squeezed it firmly, “I love you too Ray.” He rubbed her belly warmly and gently through her dress, “I love you Sophia.”

  Chapter 31

  DECEIVABLE

  Sunday October 28th 10:06 AM CST

  The multi-billion dollar corporation Heliotrope sat at the intersection of Liberty Grove Road and Elm Grove Road overlooking picturesque Lake L. Ron Hubbard bumping against the Dallas suburb of Sachse, Texas. This multi-national data-collecting conglomerate was home to thousands of people and was a very profitable and philanthropic company. Heliotrope’s CEO and founder Charles Verner exited his Cruiser on this partly cloudy yet warm fall day. His fit thirty-five year old body admired the ten-story stone purple shaded building in front of him as he walked confidently up several steps erected with money from his family’s legacy. The front doors opened automatically with a “Hello Charles and welcome home.” from a female voice after a facial recognition program picked up his features.

  “Hello Jere.” he replied as he briskly walked through the lobby decorated with two-foot high stainless steel lettering HELIOTROPE backlit with a purple hue on a wood-grained wall. Voice instructing an elevator to ‘Workroom Level’ the doors slid shut and it descended. On his way down that he passed by several floors visible from the glass elevator that housed factories capable of building—Pseudosynths. A minute later, the elevator doors opened into a massive steel and concrete encased fifty-by-fifty foot room.

  “Jere how is the company running today?” he asked as he removed his black shiny patent leather shoes on a mat next to the doors.

  “Fine Charles, would you like me to wake the twins?”

  “Yes Please do Jere and would you chill a bottle of Dom Perignon also?”

  “It would be a pleasure Charles.”

  Charles removed his black suit jacket and pulled the purple silk tie from around his neck. Hanging them in a closet that automatically opened up in front of him, he unbuttoned his white long sleeve shirt and rolled up his sleeves. A double set of wooden doors opened on the other side of the room with a whoosh. Standing there in the dimly lit doorway were two tall women. Each of them held a weapon in their hands. The one on the left was blonde and voluptuous wearing nothing but lingerie and a purple robe that encompassed her head. Her irises sparkled with a brilliant heliotrope as she licked the two chrome Sai’s she held in both hands along the length of their edges. Her tongue bled from the action. The woman on the right was just as stunning wearing the same outfit. She was a brownish-brunette with a shiny Katana sword pointed at the ground in front of her. She produced a purple chick Peep from her robe and threw it up into the air. Swiping the sword quickly in front of her, the Peep split in two halves. The two halves landed in each woman’s mouth from mid-air as they bit down on the Peeps chewing the sticky marshmallow, eventually swallowing it. They eyed each other lustfully as they finished the sweet candy licking their lips.

  “Let’s terminate the program girls.” He told them.

  “Yes Charles.” Both women spoke in harmonious unison. Every syllable, every word, every sentence they ever spoke was in perfect unison. Not one period, comma, or exclamation mark was ever out of sync.

  “Do we have what we need?” he asked them.

  “Yes Charles. They have done as you predicted and discovered the ‘substance’. They have taken out eastern China and North Ko
rea.”

  “I knew they would. I just had to give that bastard Ray Nelson a reason to do it. Jere where is Dace now?” He asked following Katerina and Sarah into a dimly lit hallway through huge wooden double doors. A foot-high symbol of ‘The All Seeing Eye’ elegantly carved into each of the door’s exteriors disappeared as it shut behind them automatically.

  “Captain Dace is currently over Des Moines on her way to Washington D.C.”

  “Make sure you track her every movement.”

  “Yes Charles.”

  He watched the Twins beautiful figures and backsides sway back and forth like a porch swing on a lazy summer day as they walked ahead of him down a long hallway. Their sheer purple robes flowed behind them brushing over the floor as their six-inch high-heels clicked on the purple floor. Entering another massive room, several vertical tanks filled with a heliotrope colored gel were humming and bubbling. Stainless steel equipment and machines were pumping fluid and other substances in and out of the vertical tanks.

  “Katerina would you please get rid of that for me?” he asked calmly staring at the male body lying on the floor with a bullet hole in his head. He was slumped over a chair. A Vidscreen on the table in front of him was running a program. A large letter ‘C’ in a fiery font was spinning on the screen. Katrina dragged the body into another room leaving a blood trail behind it. “Sarah be a good girl and please increase the dosage on the tanks.” She walked over to the two vertical tanks that housed the purple warm gel and swiped a few icons on the Vidscreen between them.

  “Can we keep them Charles?” both girls asked at the same time standing together now side-by-side, “We like them and we want to play.” They both set their weapons down on the table next to the Vidscreen.

  “I don’t see why not girls,” he told them as he eyed the tanks tilting his head a little, “I’m not sure if the nurse is gonna make it but I’m sure Dreama will. Now come over here and show me how much you missed me.”

  Their eyes ignited a beautiful heliotrope color as their robes hit the ground.

  “Jere shut down Crimson Alliance algorithm.”

  “Yes Charles. Would you like the role-playing hologram to loosen you up?”

  “Yes Jere run the ‘Apocalyptic Aftermath’ program. Please make sure there are plenty of frightened screaming women this time.” he said roughly and condescendingly after removing his shirt and unzipping his pants.

  “Yes Charles, it would be a pleasure. Would you like your music Charles?”

  “Yes Jere. Play ‘How to be eaten by a Woman’. I think it’s appropriate.” He said grinning seductively.

  “The Glitch Mob playing now Charles.” Music filled the entire room emanating from hidden speakers in the ceiling.

  A four-foot high purple neon crucifix hung on the white plastered wall above the bed that slowly slid out horizontally three-feet above the floor. The symbol in the middle of the brightly lit cross was a transistor, a PNP transistor with its arrow ‘pointing in’. The base, the emitter, and the collector of the transistor symbol intersected and completed the cross’ vertical and horizontal purple piping.

  “Lose the heels girls.” he said lying on the bed as they disrobed. Tight purple teddy lingerie hugged their voluptuous bodies.

  “Yes Charles.” Their purple knee-high boots were chrome plated in the front with one-inch metal straps that crisscrossed around their calves holding them together tightly. Ten two-inch heliotrope colored triangle razors centered down the back of each boot started to recede into their calves. In succession, starting from below their knees, the boots were being absorbed becoming part of their skin disappearing completely into their bodies. The two women became noticeably shorter, six-inches shorter.

  Monday December 7th, 2076 ‘52 Days Later’

  Fishing in a small village on the island of Japan an old man cast his line out to the choppy green water on this cloudy windy day. The course brown sandy beach under him was wet and cold. His black boots sank into the sand taking in water as he reeled in his line, again with no luck. He cursed as he threw his line out immediately snagging something. He pulled and tugged as he smiled proudly. Thirty-feet out the waves rippled as four spherical objects started to appear. As they got closer and closer coming towards him, his eyes strained barely making sense of the objects as they started to get closer. His eyes widened as he dropped his rod and reel yelling “Yurei, yurei!” He ran from the four bloated seaweed covered bodies coming towards him walking side-by-side up the sandy shore from the depths of the ocean.

  THE END…?

  All of us here at Pseudosynth Press hope you thoroughly enjoyed this novel Crimson as well as its predecessor Cobalt. Filled with Easter Eggs and subtle secrets we hope you have enjoyed them along the way. We would like to thank Cad Gelb, Cindy Calloway, and Katerina Ventova for all of their hard work in making this novel a reality. Please forward any comments or suggestions to CGBlade.com. If they are negative comments, you will be marked for deletion, dissembled, and your memory erased from the core processor. Pseudosynth Press and Rayson Industries thank you for reading this novel. “We are with you everywhere”

  Robotic Love, CG Blade, & Cad Gelb, Storytellers

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  Acknowledgment

  A very special THANK YOU to our BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN of the United States Armed Forces and to the following people who let us drag them screaming and kicking through this novel:

  Jackie SP

  George P

  Cindy C

  Katerina V

  Jill L

  Sarah L

  Dave R

  Dean L

  Tom M

  Juan C

  Tim R

  Cindy R

  Bonnie E

  Scott E

  Dave J

  Richard W

  Jerry V

  Anna V

  Nadine F

  Amanda L

  Stephanie M

  Charles V

  Jere V

  Tim C

  Heather F

  Angie Q

  Edwin D

  Nikki Rae

  Nikki Jane

  STARZ

  Thanks for being great friends and great people. See you inside of Heliotrope!

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  COBALT

  Book One of The Trinity Series

  http://www.amazon.com/Cobalt-First-Trinity-Novels-1/dp/0692426574

  Science fact, historical fact, these two subjects combined make up the newest and brightest science fiction novels, The Trinity Series. These wonderful novels are grounded in historical scientific fact and once they start, they never stop their climb towards a dramatic climax and a shocking ending. Consumed with the scientific studies done in the 40's, 50’s, and 60’s on human trials, the Atomic Bomb, and other subjects, CG used these pieces of history, plucked them out, and inserted them into his novels. Although the Trinity Series are based in the future, these novels give guidance to ‘what could have happened’ if these studies were used in a far more hideous way years later. Every mind-blowing detail was carefully researched and annotated in these humorous and action-packed stories that include a wide variety of characters that slowly develop their own flaws, some by involuntary means. Is everyone who they seem to be? We have been told these novels are ‘hard to put down’ and are a vibrant pacey look into a future that could be. Come and join us for a wild trip into a genetically controlled microchip induced pa
nic attack! Hold on tight and please keep your arms and legs inside the book at all times. - Pseudosynth Press

  The Author

  "Without sarcasm, science-fiction is just science" - CG Blade

  “Science fiction should be subtle, like a robotic finger pushing through your skull poking around, waking you up”- Cad Gelb, co-author of Crimson

  The Trinity Series are novels woven with real events, movies, and people from science-fiction history. Blended with pop-culture these wonderful novels are an exciting one-of-a-kind humorous action filled work of art. Here are a few words from CG about his creative side:

  “Years of back surgeries led to my greatest positive discovery...First Lieutenant Petra Kayden Dace and Terprise. I wanted to create something humorous I had never read before, a science-fiction story based on real life events woven into a patriotic tribute to our armed forces and lead to different events in pop-culture history. After doing research and taking notes on real life people, places and ‘things’, I wove these into the futuristic mystery tale that is Cobalt. Reading the greats of our time such as Dick, Nelson, Bradbury and Heinlein made me realize how lucky we are to have had these wonderful minds in our lives and we owe them a huge debt of gratitude for their 'forward-thinking'. These novels are for them and their fans. They have had a huge influence on the Trinity Series as a whole. This is my homage to the greatest writers, the great early pulps, and the greatest era of science-fiction.”

  Robotic Love-CG Blade, Storyteller

  CG is a Navy Veteran, Creative Writer, Engineer, Robot Programmer, and Science-Fiction enthusiast. He currently lives with his wife and their two cats in Ohio.