When planes mysteriously start crashing, the world’s governments have to come together for a means to recognize the cause and put an end to it. But this has happened before, the problem is we don’t remember.
It all started with the awakening of something long dead. Something with a mind of its own, something that could twist our minds. Something that wants to play games with our existence, and Sophia Kingston could feel its thoughts; it wants to destroy the world… again. She’d have to stop it, if only she could survive her mind damaging itself.
…A professor that wants to save the world
…A tablet that wants to destroy the world
…A young girl about to suffer a massive brain damage
…And a man possessing secret knowledge lying in a coma for ten years
…There is only one villain and it seeks to destroy everything
The future is the final goal…
Targeted Age Group:: 14-45
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
A lot of things inspired and shaped the being of the book; mostly my preferred writing genre has always been fantasy for as long as I was young, and for as long as I have been writing. Having to write my very first science fiction, and having it debut and headline my writing career is as a result of series of inexplicable happenings that shaped up to make the book what it became. I've always been inspired by books with strong female characters, but my strongest motivation for creating the book is that I think that true portrayals of female geniuses in sci-fi is very rare (feel free to disagree with me). That's really one of the reasons that the book and its main character came to live. The plot shaped itself once I started writing. I was also inspired by my love of Astronomy, and complicated natural laws, so these elements also happily existed in the book. I was also drawn to the need to not create a complex world, or complex characters and situations as most science fiction books clearly do, I wanted something simple, something everybody would read and love, even if you're not into sci-fi.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I don't know really. All I know is that I was looking forward to creating new and totally unique characters that will be very different from everything that is in the market so far. Characters that doesn't exist only in the pages of a book, written in black ink over a white background, I wanted them to be real, to be more than portrayals in a book. I wished them to take on a life, make people feel the whole story and its characters, and relate to every single word in it. At least that's what I wanted to create, whether I created it is a different story.
They all stood staring at the door; silent, motionless, and as still as painted things. There were loud booms sounding at the door, suggesting it was taking heavy fire from the other side. The scientists had done all they could, and there was no more that could be done. The door had shielded them from the invaders, but now it was about to be blasted into a million microscopic pieces. Each of the scientists looked from one to the other, their eyes bidding goodbyes.
They had done their best; locked in when a world was being destroyed was not something even the least sentient human could atone to, but they had turned off their hearts and had worked on. They had ignored all the banging and the wailing and the horrible moaning that came occasionally at the door, as helpless humans’ cried mercy to be let in. They were merciful, each in their own way, but mercy had to be put aside for humanity to survive. Survival was now the prime target, not health, or comfortable living, or even living of any kind; survival was all they worked on.
Two days they were locked in; two days the world was being destroyed. They could hear the sounds of chaos, they could feel the battle in their hearts, and they imagined just how much was left of the world.
“Kanti, I believe this mission falls to you,” Piliopo said, turning to face Kanti.
Kanti had been standing at the front of the group, being the least scared of all the gloomy scientists in the lab. What did he have to fear, when he’d expected it, and dreamed it, and hoped against it for years. Kanti turned to Piliopo with unblinking and attentive eyes. There was no sorrow in those eyes, just acceptance. He found it easier to accept, that made defeat a little less painful, just a little less.
“Help no one, save no one, heed no cry, not even yours,” Piliopo said, coming closer to Kanti and handing him a device. Kanti collected the device reverently; this device was the result of their two days hard working, even though heavy and constant fires were being rained on the giant lab they were locked in. “Save everyone,” Piliopo finally said.
Kanti nodded. He was always dubbed mechanical, because most people believed he was the least sentiment of most humans. His high IQ had afforded him with a generally low EQ. He lived his life like a calculating machine, seeing the world and everything it was made up of in tiny logical patterns. But even logic could not combat what had come upon them; death was normal, people died every day, he’d seen and witnessed enough of it to know. Annihilation was a completely different thing. But he felt; he knew that it was his world that was being torn down like an uprooted tree decayed at its roots.
For two days they had locked themselves inside the lab working, doing nothing but working. No one thought to eat, to sleep or to rest or even drink. No one did anything else but work. All their energy, time and thoughts were spent on the device that he was now being entrusted with. They heard the sounds of destruction being wrought outside, the cries and pleas and agonies of people. They did not have time to cry, or mourn, or even fear the death that was outside, just a little time away from claiming them. The device was the last line of defense, the only hope in a beacon of destruction, the light in an endless pit; he was holding the salvation of his species in his hands. That was something that made his mind muddle.
The rest of his science colleagues smiled wryly at him, with eyes that held mixed emotions. Some murmured encouraging words, some patted him, but that was all.
Kanti turned towards the door that was now warping in on itself in an attempt not to collapse, but not having an atom left in it that was still bound together. The fight would soon begin; the fight for creation and all it holds true.
He watched his colleagues busy themselves collecting guns, advanced electronic weapons, lasers, and every other thing meant to destroy anything. He held the device firmly, and sucked in a deep breath. He hadn’t breathed out when the door collapsed in on itself, shattering like a bucket of sand thrown. He dodged away as the invaders made their way in. And both sides let fire and chaos rip.
The glass stands quaked; the burettes, and pipettes, and all science instruments came crashing down. Chemicals, both harmful and mild, spilled over; coloring and releasing their pungent smells into the air. Wherever he ran something exploded, or melted, or crashed. The great lab was being reduced to shards.
Everyone was running and fighting. There were fires everywhere, the screams were phenomenal and the damage was but just beginning. Kanti held onto the device he had clutched in his hands, running and dodging fires thrown at him. It was no mere battle, it was far from an ordinary war, and even then, humans were the ones losing. He dodged a grey fireball tossed at him and slid under a glass table. The table was made of a tough plastic and glass composite, stronger and tougher than even Kevlar. He watched from under the glass table as his fellow science colleagues were killed; heads, eyes and body parts blasted apart by the fireballs sent flying their way. Kanti knew he would not be that save from where he had hidden if the Big Ones make their way in. The lab was built to withstand even the heaviest assaults, but two days of constantly being under heavy fire had left it as defenseless as a child. He had to keep moving; the device was all humanity had to survive, he had to protect it and deliver it.
He crawled out swiftly from his hiding place, running with all the speed in him to get into the inner lab that eventually led outside through an electrolyzed beryllium tube.
Kanti tactfully dodged the crashing science instruments and the fires thrown his way. He dodged death and destruction as he ran along unthinking, and unblinking. He heard Piliopo’s scream; he heard the soul-wrenching cries of his workmates and friends. For a moment, his heart thought to stop and look back, but his mind urged him on. At that time he was an equation with only one answer; all other variables were wrong except the ones that defined the laws and the measurements of the equation. His equation was set out for him, and he was not ready to defile it, for friend or foe.
A fireball got caught on the wall beside the door as he zoomed in. He didn’t stop to breathe or gather his thoughts, rather he ran dastardly down the hall. A strange beeping behind him told him that the invaders were right behind and getting ready to blast him with their pulsated fireballs. He bent low as he ran, and avoided five fireballs flickering past him. The next fireballs missed him as he snaked his way without losing speed. As he ran into the next passage, a fireball blasted his right leg and sent him sprawling to the ground.
Kanti stood up almost as soon as he was down, running as before, not minding the pain tearing through his leg. Blood gushed down his leg and pain vibes were shot to his head, sending little warning notes that threatened to paralyze him if he kept mistreating his damaged leg; but all those warnings went unheeded as he speeded down the passage.
He finally came to the door that led to the tube and pushed it open. He knew that this door was never locked. Hurrying in, he saw the tube standing magnificently at the edge of the room. The tube was like a giant thirty feet high elevator with multitudinous wires connecting to it everywhere. It was cyclical, and stretched both upwards away from the lab, and downwards beneath the lab. He limped to it throwing the door open hurriedly. He could hear the beeping sounds of the invaders tracking him.
He entered the tube and pushed a button. Blue electrolytes were spilled into the tube from connecting pipes reaching fifteen inches up his leg. He coughed and held his breath; the smell of the electrolyte was pungent. It had been quite some time since this tube was used and the electrolyte hadn’t been changed for that while. It should have been decommissioned but no one had the time to bother about it. He thought it was a great and lucky thing that it hadn’t been decommissioned. The invaders would have surrounded every exit to the lab, but the E-exist. His blood mixed in with the thick blue liquid, and added a red swirl in the midst. The electrolyte was designed to have nothing mix with it, or it should malfunction. The tube turned on, and before he could realize the tube was moving, it had already stopped.
He emerged from the large laboratory into the street, and his pulsing heart almost skipped to a halt. The streets were tiled with long glittering transparent panes, but now it had holes here and there, where the impeccable marvel had been blown through. The buildings were sky-rising, and everything was well-lit with the blazing intensity of an afternoon sun. A mega balloon floating at the very top of the highest skyscraper was burning wildly, sending grey embers and a large plume of smoke floating skywards.
The giant levitating transport train a little way off was moving forward and backward indefinitely, trying to decide whether to move forward or backward and vainly failing. The tracks in the front had been blown through and so had the tracks behind it, and as a smart train programmed to read and avoid danger on the tracks, it was indecisive which direction the danger lay; as the tracks running in both directions were shattered. The shiny alloy that used to make up the tracks gleamed brightly in the sun in a thousand tiny pieces. There were people in the train, and for now, the invaders ignored them. But surely, they won’t be safe for long.
He could no longer recognize his world; the world he’d seen every day, the world he’d walked in everyday, the world he opened his eyes to see, the world he called home. It was another world altogether, one he never knew. He pushed sentiment aside again, as logic took over. He ran on, uncaring and not minding, most especially, not allowing the pain beating amidst his heart to destroy his mission.
The streets seemed to hold more chaos than the giant lab which Kanti emerged from. People jumped down from sky-rise buildings plummeting to their death, human body parts decorated the street adding a gory allure to it. Most of the living ones were either missing a leg, an arm, or an eye; crawling and cawing like the zombies in the movies everyone loved, but would wish they never did. A few that were still unharmed ran from an automated bin to the next, dodging the fireballs sent from their invaders. Blood was the painting of the day, moaning and painful screams were the sounds that heralded the day, and death was like an order that would accomplish the day.
Making his way through pools of blood and pieces of human beings, he ran down the street keeping at odd angles of the buildings. He knew the invaders would not see him if he walked like that; the invaders were after all following orders, not making them. Broken and dying people called out to him for help, but there was none that he could offer.
He ran past a girl of about six missing a leg and an arm, crying for all the world to hear and stand still, if only to listen. He saw people with eyeballs that were gorged out. He saw two little boys lying on their stomachs, missing both their legs and lying almost still as if dead, but they twitched and convulsed in a way that indicated there was still life in them yet, as their blood seeped out in a sort of red rebellion. The sorrowful pictures did not halt him in his mission, but that was enough to make sure the equations in his head were now flung around haphazardly, and now there would never be a right answer, no matter the number of variables inputted. He had memories he couldn’t remember, this was one he wished he never learned. The world was dead, what then would he save?
The pain in his injured leg soon overwhelmed him, finally sending him to the ground half-crippled, his eyes closing along with his brain. His mind started calling up memories of barely fifty two hours ago; it took a little more than two days for the mostly happy and unsuspecting world to be met with this level of destruction. Pictures flashed and disappeared, followed by a blinding white light and another series of flashes. The images that filled his very disturbed mind was that of his daughter Lilo, his sons Flic and Jamez, his wife Ginh and everyone else he greeted amicably on his way to work. It had promised to be a sunny day, another beautiful day in a beautiful world, until something came out of nowhere and covered the skies. For over an hour, the invaders just hung there whirring their mechanical arms, as if waiting for a command, or biding their time, or just observing the people they would soon descend and kill. People filled the streets clapping up at the invaders, supposing it to be a demonstration. It wasn’t, it was an incarnation of hell on earth.
A red pulse from one of the mechanical contraptions sent the applauding crowd to clap louder. One of the invaders kept sending out red missiles and people kept marveling; these types of showcases were not uncommon, and no one was able to guess at the true mission of the floating things. Panic started when one of the red missiles hit a person and blew him apart; applause and laughter quickly turned to shrieks of terror. Immediately the red missile from one of the mechanical invaders blasted a human being, the other invaders joined in, firing as though a command code had just been issued.
His family might no doubt have their body parts scattered all over their beautiful house, if it was still standing, or they could safely be in the shelter. He opened his eyes slowly, and blearily. He dimly saw an invader flying his way with eyes that were now watered over. He’d done an entire life of tears in a second. He stood up weakly, spreading his hands to receive the death that was sure to come. He tossed the device into a nearby service drain; there was nothing more scientific to do for the survival of humanity. There was just praying for miracles, miracles that would no doubt not come. The world had been okay, a little bruised and damaged by wars but still… How quickly the world could spin to hell.
ZAMBEZI REGION, NAMIBIA
Mayor stood puffing at his cigarette, red in the face from the harsh wrath of the burning sun; all he wanted to do right then was to be rid of the project. Not to be mistaken, he had jumped at having been assigned the project, and probably would still dance, but it was hard to see the good parts of the project when one stood sweating to death in what seemed a desert sun. He had never been much of a fan of the sun, having grown up in the colder climates of the country. He didn’t even know this much heat and sun was possible in the world. And the cigarette was probably making his condition worse, he decided, throwing down the cigarette stick and marching out its little sparks. He should find a shade but there was none to be had in this desolate place. He contemplated retreating to his car but decided it was unprofessional. He was starting to wish he was the tractor driver, sitting there in the shade while the rest of them suffered like dogs in the burning sun.
Most of the men didn’t appear to be bothered by the heat, but how could they, when it’s all they had ever known. One of the men with him even had a suit on, jacketed and buttoned up. He thought of himself wearing such a suit in such a condition and almost fainted from the thought. Namibia was hotter than people suggested it was, he concluded, breathing in through his mouth in an attempt to cool his blazing interiors. Day three and they were still drilling at the surface, work needed to be sped up some five times if he were to finish this project alive. He’d solicited for five more tractors and twice as more men as there were right now, but it was still a work in progress.
“Chief, you need a cold drink?” one of the Namibian workers asked him, having duly noted Mayor’s painful state.
Mayor nodded a little, glad to be distracted from the thoughts of suddenly dying from the heat. The man nodded and left, a little while later he returned with a chilled beer in hand, which he handed to an over-grateful Mayor.
“Thanks a lot,” he murmured after he had downed almost all the drink in the bottle in one gulp. He would have loved to stay in Namibia, the people were truly friendly and hospitable the few days he’d come to know them, but he’d reject heaven if it were this hot.
“It’s hotter this time of the month,” the man said amicably, turning to leave.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
“It’s an English name.”
“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce or remember my native name if I told you,” he said with a friendly smile and turned leaving.
Mayor grunted a little, of course he wouldn’t. He rarely cared to remember the names of his English companions let alone a name in a language he knew zilch about. Having gained little relief from the beer, he decided to go around and check the progress of the work.
The work was progressing at a good pace, he noted, but it was still remarkably slow to him. They were a good feet into the ground, he should be happy, but instead it made him feel uneasy; if there was a way to hire Superman to finish the work overnight, he would take it. He was not one to shirk work, or pile his work on others, but he was starting to lose his mind from the tormenting sun. Probably, he should take a break tomorrow, claim to be sick or something, it might not have to be a lie because it seemed he would be before the day ran out.
A loud sound emanated through the entire place, sounding like knocking something remarkably heavy on something remarkably hollow. He turned to the tractor where the sound came from, speedily walking towards it. Halfway to it, the tractor extended its arm and made to scoop out sand from the earth once more and had the sound repeat again, this time it vibrated louder; and now everyone had stopped work to gaze at the source of the sound. The tractor driver was jumping out from the tractor when Mayor approached. He stared into the big wide hole in front of him, the sun was bright and lit it up remarkably, but there was nothing unusual to be seen inside the hole save rocks and sand and more rocks. He was still thinking, contemplating that the sand probably covered whatever it was that was making the sound, and was still getting around to order for a small machinery to be brought in to examine the reason for the sound, when the Namibian men started leaping into the hole. The hole was deep enough to have a man break his leg or at least sprain it, but they landed with such agility he couldn’t help being proud of his workers.
“Be careful,” he called down to them; it was the only thing he could do, they had, after all, already jumped in.
They moved sand with their hands and feet, searching frantically for something unusual. It took quite a while, and most of the men were starting to give up, when the sound came again. Apparently, one of them had stepped on the strange sound making object. It brought back men to the foot of the hole to peer down, the men in the hole stumped their feet, trying to locate which one of them had stepped on the strange object. After a few tries from the men, the sound came again, and now every eye turned towards the man standing on the object. At first, the man froze, shocked at the sound vibrating through him, and then warily, he bent down to uncover it.
There was a great bit of noise as the men at the mouth of the hole called to the men below to raise whatever it was they had uncovered for the rest of them to see; but the men in the hole appeared to be too excited to respond to any demands just then. Those in the hole had clamored over to the man that had picked it and were talking amongst themselves. Mayor and the rest of the men looking down at the hole waited patiently for the men in it to be done with scrutinizing whatever it was that they had in hand and bring it up for the rest of them to see. After a short while, one of the men raised up the strange object; Mayor was disappointed upon seeing it, it was nothing but a mere tablet. He started to suspect the men of hiding the true object and revealing something as unremarkable as a tablet, a rock might have been more believable.
“That’s a mere tablet, that can’t have made that sound, be serious!” one of the men barked down at them.
“We won’t be pulling any of you up unless you reveal the real object,” another man jokingly threatened, and some men laughed.
Arguments arose between the men in the hole and the ones outside, but all words were silenced when the man holding the tablet tapped it with his knuckles and the sound resounded again. Mayor almost fell down the hole in a daze; he wondered what the tablet might be to be able to produce that loud a noise by simply being tapped by something as soundless as a knuckle. “Get a rope and pull them out,” he called to the gathered men; few of them reluctantly left the spectacle to carry out the order, the rest remained where they were, staring down the hole and hoping that the few that obeyed the order were enough.
One of the men in the hole said something in their local language which appeared to cause another ruckus from them.
“What did he say?” Mayor asked the Namibian man standing next to him. It seemed that whatever was said had gotten them extremely excited again.
“He said that it’s moving in his hands, like shaking and vibrating,” the man replied, still gaping at the mouth of the hole.
“Moving?” he asked startled, but the man didn’t reply, he was busy gaping into the hole.
As the men in the hole waited to be pulled out, they passed the strange tablet from one person to the other, each person exclaiming in awe as their hands touched and held the tablet.
Mayor stood at the foot of the hole scrutinizing the tablet the man had in hand, and to his surprise, he spotted another odd thing about the tablet aside from its remarkable ability to generate sound and presumably move; though it was somehow polished to a shine, it was not reflecting light from the bright sun, as any other shiny object held out in the sun would, no matter how dim or little. It was truly a strange object.
GOOD MORNING CAFÉ, SURREY
Sophia Kingston was thinking of atoms, how their many differed combinations had resulted in a universe of varied elements. They were all the same down in the microscopic level, coming up, everything started to differ. It was like the twenty three protein codes that gave birth to an infinite variety of human character, uniqueness, talent, and look. The genetic codes were a game of dice to most learned people; to her it was the work of hundreds of years of reshaping, refining, choosing what was best needed to survive, losing those traits that were not paramount or necessarily seen as a survival tool. They were not a model of chance; they were a model of thousands of years of trial and error; eliminating, rebuilding, and recreating, till nature became reconciled with what she created. But evolution had not ended, no it couldn’t have. Future humans or beings may be so advanced that they would be gods whenever present ones were compared to them. Just like humans now view the holistic life of the single-celled life forms, up to multi-celled but less intelligent creatures; and all this from one particle, one single particle that gave birth to all and all. The flaws were erased, the necessary ones mutated, and here they were standing at the apex, claiming dominance above all as if they weren’t a product of even the simplest life forms.
“Sophia, are you listening, you’ve got that lost look in your face again,” Lucas said.
Sophia snapped out of her mind with a small unconscious jerk. She smiled shyly at Lucas, hoping he hadn’t read much from her impulsive body movement. She hoped she hadn’t missed anything important that Lucas might have said, not that anything he said was ever important to her.
“You were lost again, weren’t you?” Lucas asked, sounding disappointed. He looked forlorn that whatever he had been saying was falling on nothing but deaf ears.
Sophia shook her head defensively, trying to look as attentive as anyone else on a date.
“What was I saying?” he asked, knowing it was silly he asked, but harboring that little hope that for once, his business interested her enough to keep her listening.
‘Something about dividing cells, apex, future mutated humans, and life-forms formed from the beginning of creation’ she mindlessly thought. She knew Lucas would never say something like that, in fact if he did say something like that, she might be more interested in everything he said. He was a football player, and most of the things he talked of were about football, the rest were about sports; those things were as alien to her as little green men were from reality. She didn’t know how they ended up dating, but she’d promised to put in the effort and make this relationship last longer than her other ones. The way she’s seeing things, this may turn out to be her shortest one yet. She scooped up the spaghetti in her plate, munching it noisily and nodding at him to continue with whatever he was saying that was supposed to leave her enraptured.
“Well, if it’s not interesting to you, we can talk about other things,” Lucas offered, trying really hard to impress his date.
Sophia looked up at him still slurping on her spaghetti, hopefully wishing he’d suddenly start talking about atoms.
“What do you want to talk about?” Lucas prompted.
She thought about something that would be a common ground between the two of them. She gave up, she just couldn’t find one. She decided to continue with her spaghetti slurping till he gave up trying to make her speak.
Lucas seemed to take a clue, and took his drink gulping it down in an uncomfortable gesture.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love football, I watched it a lot with my brothers. I was the only girl in the family, so there was no one to play house or decorate dolls with, so it’s either watching football, or looking for new pranks to play on people and on ourselves. I was the center-point of their pranks though, they seemed to think testing pranks on girls proved how effective it was,” she quickly said, to break off the uncomfortable silence.
Lucas laughed a bit, “Yeah, I could tell it’d suck.”
“It did, I think that made me not want to play with them so much, instead it made me withdraw into myself and my mind. I saw mystery in everything I looked at, I think that was my first experience of science,” she said. She frowned a bit, she had wanted to get away from science for a bit, its wonders and laws, and yet she had unwittingly steered herself right back to it. “So what about you, any family memory you’d like to share?” she asked quickly, changing the topic. She didn’t trust herself to stay away from defining quasars, and quantum mechanics, and complicated natural laws if she kept talking.
“Well, I did not have a sister; I and my brother were adopted. We are pretty close, he plays baseball though, and he’s currently in an American team. Everything about us was about balls, I can’t seriously count how many vases and stuffs we spoilt with our incessant ball playing.”
“Sort of like my brothers, I suggested to my mom once to tie them together so they don’t run around much, and break things,” Sophia said, before she heard her phone ring. She brought her phone out, and apologizing, she opened the text. Immediately she read the text, all her thoughts were inclined on leaving. “Lucas, I have to go, something important came up,” she announced shortly, gathering her things to leave.
This was like a sword to Lucas’ heart; he looked at her unbelievingly at first. “Wait, wait, Sophia wait.”
“Lucas, I really need to go,” she said standing.
“Look you’ve postponed this date for weeks, and I never complained, but now you’ve finally agreed to come, you’re just leaving?”
Sophia frowned at him, hating to explain herself to him. This was more important than a date; if he didn’t understand that, it was his fault not hers.
“Listen Sophia, I hate to say this, but if you leave we’re done.”
Sophia turned to face him, sizing up the threat. He was handsome, tall, athletically built, and his skin had a little bronzed tint to it- a result of constantly being under the sun; his blue eyes were as magnetic as burning copper oxide, every other girls dream, but not hers. He was not worth it, she decided leaving. Her logical mind left no space for unnecessary emotions, or regrets. Her up was up, and her down was down, there was no flip or reversal. Science defined everything, and she lived by its laws.
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