Prologue
Wearing a simple flowing robe, the old man
stared out from his wrought-iron balcony to the quaint buildings below. “Is
everything in place?”
“Yes, Your Holiness,” replied an eager young
man in far more splendid robes.
“Failure is not an option.”
“We will not fail. We have planned for every circumstance.
Project Einstein will not succeed.”
“But it will not come back to us?”
“No, Your Eminence. No one will blame us for
their demise.”
“How many back-up plans?”
“Seven.”
“Not enough.” His ancient hand quivered as it
rested upon the metalwork. “Fifteen. I want fifteen plans, each certain to
succeed without the blame reaching my feet.”
“I will see it done.”
The old man turned and studied his devotee.
“You have doubts, Thomas?”
“It is not my place to doubt God’s work.”
“Earth is about to fall into an ice-age of such
duration and frigid temperatures that nothing is expected to survive. So you
wonder why God would wish to destroy one of our chances to continue mankind on
a different planet.”
The man fell to his knees and pressed his
forehead to the floor. “Forgive me, Your Holiness.”
The old man walked around the prostrate body
and returned to his red velvet chair with authentic gemstones cresting each
upholstery tack. He sat with a heavy sigh. “It is better for the human race to
die in its entirety than to survive without God.” He stared up to the arching
ceiling painted with clouds and angels. “The time has come to choose eternal
Heaven or Hell.”
The young man’s head rose. “Yes!” His face
filled with joy and wonderment. “I understand now.”
The old man’s head wobbled, perhaps in a nod.
“Then go, and see God’s will is done. Only Project Chosen can succeed. Project
Einstein must be destroyed, at all costs.”
Destination: Titan
By
Liza O’Connor
Blurb
With Earth destined for
a new ice-age, seven scientists and twenty-two brilliant teenagers are gathered
in a compound deep within a mountain. There they struggle to come together as a
group and complete the projects needed for their survival in the inhospitable
environment of Titan, one of Saturn’s moons. However, certain factions on Earth
have no intention of letting Project Einstein succeed. Keeping the group alive
and productive is the hardest task Colonel Lancaster and his soldiers have ever
had, but they are determined to succeed no matter how well the saboteurs have
planned. The continuation of the human race depends upon it.
Excerpt
“So, you’re telling me I was chosen over every
other biochemist in the world because my favorite color is orange.” Tamara
tugged at a strand of her short blonde hair. Her mentor was the brightest man
she knew, but this didn’t make any sense at all!
Maxwell’s eyes sparkled. “I love the way your
brain tunnels in and isolates the key differentiator.”
“The fact I like the color orange should not be a key differentiator.”
Her mentor shrugged and paced the small, open
space of the conference room. “Well, when all other things were equal, it
became so. This project requires a top biochemist under the age of thirty, in
excellent health, unmarried, with no constraints that would prevent traveling.
There were quite a few scientists who met those requirements. Therefore,
further differentiators were selected. The ability to work with teenagers
dropped out all but two, and your clear preference for the color orange put you
securely on top of the last remaining candidate.”
“But it’s a meaningless differentiator unless
we’re going someplace that only has the color orange.” She fell silent as she
considered that possibility. “Exactly how far will we be traveling?”
“Quite a distance.” His eyes twitched several
times.
They only did that when he was conflicted,
which told her she was asking the right question to discover whatever it was
that he was under orders not to reveal. “Will we be traveling on Earth or away
from it?”
The twitches intensified.
“Tam, I cannot tell you anything until you’ve
agreed to go.”
“Jesus! We’re going to Titan, aren’t we?”
He removed his reading glasses and pressed his
hand over his left eye to still the twitches. “I can neither confirm nor deny
that.”
Titan: Saturn’s orange moon. Forty percent the
size of Earth and rich in life-supporting chemicals. Bedrock composed of ice,
rivers and seas of liquid methane, and enough hydrocarbons to heat the Earth
for a thousand years.
“What is the purpose of the trip?”
“I cannot tell you anything until you agree to
go.”
“Well, I cannot give you my answer until I know
if we’re going to harvest the hydrocarbons for Earth or if we’re going to try
to colonize it.”
Max now had both eyes covered with his hands.
“Tam, I cannot tell you. You will just have to use that brilliant mind of yours
to figure it out all on your own.”
His response told her that something he’d said
had provided the answer. She focused on the ability to work with teenagers. You
wouldn’t take teenagers on a ship to harvest, but you would to start a colony.
By the time they arrived, they’d be young adults possessing a full span of
child-bearing years.
“I’ll go.”
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