Author’s Note: The author, a lover of nature and science has always wondered how and why, when and where; as it pertains to the workings of our vast universe. The mechanism to life, fitting into the realm of the universe’s power and control, continues to fascinate him and inspired his imagination. This novel is a reflection of this passion. Copyright 2012 by James Darrigo Published by James Darrigo/Smashwords edition All Rights Reserved No part of this book maybe reproduced in any form without permission from the author PART One
HE staggers into the room as the suited men shove him through the doorway. The sweat streams off his face, echoing as it falls to the floor. HE tries to keep the pace as his captors nudge him further down the aisle. HE notices a slight chill coming from within the spacious room – their final destination. The room appears to intertwine multiple dimensions. Once positioned onto the assigned chair, HE struggles to comprehend the actions in his midst and tries not to appear disheartened. HE knows the proceedings will determine his destiny – forever. HE stretches his neck to look around several large pillars and observes only a wooden desk. The desk seems to allude gentility and vehemence. This décor intimidates his mood and he becomes restless. HE wonders why he feels like “Big Brother” is watching him. The lack of control is unnerving to him. Who could harbor such an air of authority?
Suddenly, his emotional stability unravels – an indiscreet shadow is flittering across the room, heightening his sense that he is in danger. HE realizes the shadow is cast by someone of great importance; more of a scholar than a figure. His unease only becomes greater as the agenda aligns to reality. Change is sure to come, and soon. His attention diverts to the curvature of the walls as his impatience grows, becoming almost overwhelming. HE admires the lights as they reflect in a counterclockwise – yet simultaneously clockwise – fashion. “How odd,” he thinks to himself, and then finds himself somehow admiring their beauty. HE sighs. HE notices (with some irony) that there is a plaque high above the desk; it reads: “In God We Trust.”