tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57903739219500918482024-03-13T21:39:45.370-07:00FUTURE TRACKAstra inclinant, sed non obligant; The stars incline us, they do not bind us. Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-84496808666105817282020-05-26T09:51:00.001-07:002020-05-26T09:51:31.145-07:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 112)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the one side was the future of Humanity as a whole. If he gave up THE KEY, things would be different for the human race. Human race as he knew it would cease to exist in a few generations. If he did not give up THE KEY, he and Anita might become fugitives for the rest of their living years. The future of the Human race was now in the palm of Martin's hand. And it was in the form of a One Terabyte Flash drive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin looked at Anita.She was driving.She did not look back at him.She had a somber look on her face. At That moment Martin realized that somehow the Universe had chosen him to undergo the ordeal that he had suffered. It was for him to choose whether mankind lived or died. It was him from the beginning and it was for him to decide in the end where humanity would go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They came over a bridge. It was deserted, as it would be at that time in the night. Midway through the bridge Martin said "Stop". Anita braked hard and brought the Jeep to an abrupt halt. Martin took the heavy wrench from under his seat and stepped out of the Jeep.Anita too came near him. He had the wrench in one hand and Anita's hand in the other.Martin was limping, his leg was still numb. They both walked to the railing of the bridge. Anita followed him without question. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Potomac flowed below the bridge, as it always did. It was a chilly early morning, too early to be called morning. The light on the horizon was not yet visible. But one could make out that it was the east as it was lighter than the west.Dawn would break soon. And people would come out to lead their daily lives.Normal people would go on with their day to day existence. Not knowing or even bothering what lay ahead for them or for Humanity. Maybe that is what made them, and kept them, Human.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin placed the flash drive on the flat of the railing. He looked at Anita. Tears welled up in Anita's beautiful eyes. She said "I trust you Martin. I trust you". Martin gave the wrench to Anita and nodded his head.Anita took the wrench.A deep powerful emotion welled up inside her.It was a mixture of pain,suffering, loss, sadness and despair. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Yaaa!” She screamed, swinging the wrench hard with all her might and smashed the flash drive in one blow.She continued doing so a couple of times until Martin restrained her and took the wrench from her. She knelt down weeping inconsolably. Martin calmly went up to the smashed pieces. He collected all the shattered pieces in the palm of his hand. Then he scattered them over the Potomac, the hundreds of shattered pieces lost to humanity forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin helped Anita stand up. She rested her head on his shoulder. Limping, he walked her to the Jeep and seated her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They drove away leaving behind a thin wisp of black smoke which disappeared into the vanishing night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin woke up in the jeep that had earlier carried him and Norman. He turned his neck to see that Anita was driving the vehicle.Martin remembered that he had pointed in the direction of the vehicle before he passed out. Anita must have carried him to the Jeep and drove away from there. Poor thing. How much she had suffered! She said no words to either console or just do light talk to Martin. It was like watching a ghost drive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin could only imagine that the site of the explosion would by now be swarming with military men and Federal agents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After some time of haunting silence, Anita spoke-“where do we go from here?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Where do we go from here?” This was exactly the question Martin did not have an answer to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So much had happened over the last few days that it was difficult to comprehend whether they were out of danger or were hurtling towards another. It appeared on the outset that the danger was over. But come to think of it, Martin had done things that were criminal in the eyes of law.He could go to the press now.But where would that leave him or Anita? He had no evidence except for the flash drive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes! The flash drive. Martin felt his pocket for the flash drive. He could make out a smooth contour among the plethora of aches that was his hand.He held the flash drive in his hands. It was in the nick of time that he had snatched away the flash drive from the fallen General. It contained the secrets to unlocking the tremendous potential of an advanced Human, a Superhuman, the Man from Tomorrow. But it also had within it the seeds of destruction of the present Human race; A human race to which Martin and Anita belonged. If Martin went public, the contents in the flash drive would no more be a secret. What if other governments or corporations lay their hands on this secret? Some of them would have no qualms in unleashing an army of Superhumans on ordinary humanity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">If Martin chose not to go public, He and Anita might have to be on the run, perhaps in perpetuity. Martin knew he could create a new identity for himself and Anita with some difficulty. But then they would have to live a life in hiding. Could Anita do it?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even if he went public, there was no ruling out that their life would be in danger. More so, as then the whole world would know of this mess. More unwanted attention would be attracted to the ‘Superhuman’ issue. It could even start a competition among nations to create the ultimate ‘Superhuman’. Something akin to the arms race, or the space race of yesteryears. Whole nations would pour resources, overtly or covertly to develop Superhumans. And scientists there may not be morally inclined to limit the Superhumans just to space.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Or Martin could use the flash drive as a bargaining chip with the Pentagon to barter the safety and security of Anita and himself. But they would never see it as a bargain. On the contrary, they would view it as blackmail.They would try to hunt him and Anita down. And they would somehow try to get their hands on the KEY to the DIOXIN LOCK. And once they had THE KEY, all that Martin,Anita,Antonio,Norman, and Kevin had gone through would come to a naught.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The tank spurted a huge plume of white mist. The pressurised TEB in the tank was released. A combustion reaction occurred instantly, and flames spewed from the container, but the explosion that followed was only minor. Gas and smoke poured into the room, and Martin used the confusion to drag Anita toward the doors he came from, and tossed her into the lobby. Before he joined her, he fired the rest of the bullets. He knew he had very little time before the TEB fully reacted with the air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His aim was true; he hit two other guards before discarding his gun and sprinting to catch up with Anita. They opened the glass doors and ran their hearing and vision falling victim to the explosion that grew behind them. Martin felt his left leg to be absent. He looked at it. It was there. But the bullet in it had numbed his legs altogether. It was sheer power of will and Anita’s shoulders that carried him through. The force of the blast began to catch up to them, and it felttheir legs no longer carried them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin and Anita did not walk the last few feet to the concrete barrier. Neither did they run. They flew, literally. The force of the blast swept them off their feet and hurled them away from the blast epicentre. Martin cushioned Anita’s fall to the ground the second they reached the concrete barrier on the other side of the lot. Barely in time before a wave of shrapnel came flying at them after the explosion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Martin was finally able to hear the fire alarms blaring around him, he unwrapped his arms from Anita and looked back at the building. It existed as little more than a pile of blackened rubble in a large crater from which a cloud of smoke grew, floating up into the night sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General continued his tirade. The man who had gone inside with the pen drive came back along with it and whispered something in the general's ear. The general took the flash drive and gave a satisfactory nod.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin taking this as cue took a step backward, and continued to move away from the General, dragging the crying Anita with him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I don't remember saying that you could leave," Martin heard the General say, and heard his gun click a split second after. Martin pushed Anita to the ground to dodge the bullet, but didn't stop moving. He used the tables as cover to circle the room and get back onto the side with the door he used to enter the room. By the time he and Anita were on the other side, all of the guards were shooting at them. Glass flew everywhere when bullets shattered vials and other equipment, but none penetrated the sturdy tables. Not yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin remained low against the floor, trying to think of a plan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Do you think you're going somewhere?" the General called. "I told you already- perhaps you misunderstood. You are free to have the girl, but not your lives. You know too much to just walk out of here."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin ignored him and continued to think. Neither of them could see anything where the General and the guards were before he and Anita made it to the other side of the tables, but he heard someone- the General, by the sounds of it- jump up onto the table nearest to him, his boots cracking the already shattered glass that lay on its surface. Now was their only hope, because if they waited any longer, the guards would reach and kill them before they got the chance to escape</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He unlocked the buckle of his belt and held it against the light. Anita could see that it was in fact a knife half the size of a palm. Martin was concealing a knife in the buckle of his belt all this time. At some normal time, Anita would think of it as paranoid behavior. Martin considered it insurance. Martin jumped out of the comfort of the table and threw the knife at the general. It pierced the flesh of his arm and the general dropped his gun with a shriek of pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin broke his fall, snatched the fallen gun and the flash drive and jumped to the safety of another table, writhing in pain from his thigh wound. He indicated Anita to brace herself. Bottles were broken and test tubes shattered by the indiscriminate firings. There was total confusion. A fog had developed by the release of various chemical vapors into the room. Getting up from the safety of the table he shot two bullets; one into the chest of the General, who was caught off guard by the belt-buckle knife, and another into the TEB tank on the other side of the room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It appeared that the general was speaking from personal experience rather than hearsay. The general went on about how the Vietnam War was caused and how he and his people bravely defended the freedom of the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Don't you realize that if these Superhumans are let loose here on earth, they will sniff us of existence? Old man! Have your scientists not warned you about that danger?” Martin queried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General let out a smirk-“War weeds out the weak Martin! And so does evolution. If Humans are weak, we will be replaced, no matter what. Let the mightiest man survive. And I don’t care whether it is us or the Superhumans. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just think of it Martin! Humanity can jump by leaps and bounds if the Superhumans were to be at its helm. They can take Humanity farther than we have by doing what no man like us could ever do. They can breathe freely at the top of Mount Everest.Live easily in the depths of the deepest ocean. Set up huge cities in the middle of the Sahara. And colonize the heart of the Antarctic. Not to mention the colonization of space for all times to come.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also studied evolution Martin. It’s been too long that our race has represented humanity. And we have been pathetic at it. We have remained unchanged for the last forty thousand years or so. It’s time we changed that."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was desperately searching for a way out. He was sure that the General would not leave him and Anita alive. People like him knew only two things- combatants and non-combatants. And non-combatants were collateral damage. Martin realized that the situation was totally under the General's control. After he was done verifying the contents of the flash drive and fulminating, he would kill Martin and Anita. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then he would round up all their bodies and make it appear as some kind of shootout or accident. For want of better evidence, the case would be closed.Martin's mind was racing fast. He estimated having walked at least three hundred feet into the building. He guessed that they were at the inner center of the building. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There must also be an underground floor below their feet. Then it struck him. Some neurons in his mind fired in a particular order that made him see things clearly as they were. Martin thought back to the time he had read the words TEB stenciled on the large tank beside the tubes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">TEB stood for Triethyl borane (TEB), a hypergolic substance. Martin delved into the deep mine of knowledge he had accumulated over years of relentless reading. A hypergolic substance is a chemical which spontaneously ignites when it comes into contact with air. Something clicked in Martin's mind. It all fell into place. Martin knew exactly what to do to tilt the balance of power vis-a-vis the general. He needed to let the TEB out of that large tank and into the air. He prayed that the tank was full and that he got a chance somehow to do what he wanted to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita screamed and turned away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">General Richardson shot all four men in an orderly fashion, and then turned to Martin, holding the gun out to him. Martin said nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General did not stop there-"How many of my soldiers spilled their blood for this great country of mine? And it's the right of those who spill their blood to decide the fate of their nation."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin noticed how the General emphasized that the country was "mine". </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Give me what I want, you and the girl can leave. We will leave you alone indefinitely," he paused, and turned to aim the gun at Anita, whose face was red from crying. She cried out when the gun was pointed at her. "But if you don't, she will be the first to die."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin looked around the room in search of something he could use as a way out. There wasn't much he could do.He had the flash drive containing the‘KEY’ to the DIOXIN LOCK. He looked back to the General, who must have known he was trying to find a way out; there was a victorious smirk on his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Give it to me," the General held out his hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was not sure that they would be safe even if he handed over the ‘key'. Martin pulled the stick out of his coat and held it in his hand.He slowly got up to his feet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Let Anita go first." General Richardson scoffed.He signalled to the men holding Anita to let her go. She stumbled forward, dazed, and ran toward Martin. When she was close to him, he tossed the stick to the General. He caught it with ease, and held it up between his fingers with a wide grin on his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Thank you for your cooperation," he said, and then turned to face away from him and Anita, who embraced him and sobbed into his chest. Martin wanted to comfort her, but now wasn't the time. He'd gotten her back, but no matter what General Stanley said; neither of their safety was yet guaranteed. The general gave the pen drive to an armed man who went inside.Probably to verify its contents. The general was clearly in no mood to let them off without verifying the contents of the drive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why are you doing all this? Killing on your whim.I can understand you killing a man who is not from your country in war. But there is peace and we are civilized people. Why are you taking the law into your own hands?" Martin asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General was eyeing Martin with a look of contempt in his eyes-"Did you ever fight in a war? I guess not. Your generation and those after have forgotten what it is to be in a war. Your generation has even forgotten Vietnam and the sixty thousand Americans who died there, defending freedom and your way of life." The general pointed a finger at Martin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The general continued, walking around a table, back and forth."You know what the Vietcong did to those US soldiers who were captured alive? They would torture them slowly for days on end. Just for the heck of it."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-58455803329637000752020-04-24T10:55:00.000-07:002020-04-24T10:55:08.051-07:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 106)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General continued unabated "You likely already know that the project for the creation of the Superhumans was transferred to my control, from its creators in NASA. But because of the genetic alteration of these Superhumans, they are unable to be used for some purposes here on Earth. One of our researchers, Norman Spencer, discovered a way around this, but never revealed it to us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was feeling totally exhausted. He was afraid that he would pass out before this General finished with his rant.But he had to keep the General engaged. His only bargaining chip now, was time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why did your Superhuman escape, General?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General looked at Martin without expression-"That is one thing our psychologists were unable to explain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General started cleaning his nails giving a disinterested look.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"They said that Joseph was inclined to reading a lot of books. Perhaps, he started believing in freedom and wanted to experience it first-hand. He was clever enough to escape the lab and take up a false identity and name. Kevin, his false name.The name by which you know him. Guess he didn't like the name Joseph which we christened him with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyways, When Joseph escaped this lab we saw it as an opportunity to get information from Norman. I knew it would be inevitable that he tried to save the specimen, and you, the one sent to find him, would be contacted and I would get what I needed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"That's why you sent assassins after me?" Martin retorted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yes I did. And he was my best. A mercenary from Central Europe. A man who was a terror in his own land.But an efficient one.I believe you killed him at Professor Antonio's house, Martin?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Things didn't quite go as planned Martin- I hoped to capture you, the girl, and Joseph long ago- but my men greatly underestimated your combined strength. Doesn't matter now, does it?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">General Richardson smiled, opening his arm to regard the Korean men on the floor next to him. "You see these men here? They are the enemies that I have been warning the Country about. These are the scum of the earth." He kicked one guy hard in the stomach.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Shouldn't you be handing them over to the authorities for fair trial, General?" Martin asked knowing awfully well what the response would be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Fair trial my ass! These people should not get anything fair. It would be a pathetic waste of national resources to conduct a trial on these people" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"These are the men I captured, and as a show of loyalty to my country, I will execute them," he turned his head to eye the Korean.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"That isn't necessary, sir," Martin said, crawling a step back, but the General only grinned and moved in front of the first man, who looked up at him with pleading eyes. He raised his gun to the man's head and without hesitation, fired. The Korean man was thrown back against the wall; brain, blood, and bone flying everywhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-74016835410066190042020-04-16T10:51:00.000-07:002020-04-16T10:51:49.778-07:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 105)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin felt a dagger pierce through the flesh of his left thigh. He collapsed and let out an ear shattering scream. He screamed like he had never screamed before. Anita, hearing the gunshot and seeing the blood spurt from Martin, let out a shudder. She half-fainted, only to be held up straight by the thugs on her side. There was a round hole, oozing blood from the left thigh. Martin could feel his thigh muscles spasm and harden. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock. The General was as unruffled as ever. He waited. Martin took in short breaths. His forehead beaded with sweat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Just some insurance Martin" The General spoke. "You run away a lot, I have noticed."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You killed Norman!" Martin said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"No. Not me. Deep and vast run the rabbit holes my boy! Would you like to know who killed Norman?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Without waiting for Martin's reply, the man snapped his fingers, and the doors behind him opened. From there came four men dressed in the uniforms of security guards.Each of them held and restrained a Korean man.All of them were handcuffed and shoved down onto their knees when they came up beside the man in the uniform. The guards stood several feet behind the Korean men, their hands clasped in front of them, staring straight ahead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General let out a wry smile and continued-"The ones who killed him were a squad of North Koreans in search of Joseph.They wanted him or his body, to study Superhuman biology.They planned to reverse engineer the Superhumans. However, I know they were unsuccessful because we already coaxed their failed mission from them.But am yet to find what I need”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Really? How did the Koreans get to know of your project?" The pain had slowly eased now for Martin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General let out a chuckle. He suddenly looked sternly at the Koreans and then to Martin-</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Apparently NASA's network was not strong enough to withstand hacking attempts; that too by a very powerful supercomputer. You see, if this project was completely with us from the beginning, it would not have come to this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I believe that you're smarter than them and that perhaps you have found what I need" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General raised his eyebrows, remembering something-"Let me introduce myself, Martin... I'm General Stanley Richardson from the Pentagon. I guess Norman told you about me, on the way here. Pity that Norman had to be dumped in an alley... eh Martin?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So... The General knows.Martin thought. He wondered at what point of time Martin and Norman fell under the surveillance net of the General tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beside the tubes lay a large tank.It was half protruding into the room. Martin guessed that the tank extended even behind the walls into whatever chamber was present over there. Written in large fonts were the letters- TEB. It had all the symbols of "Bio-hazard" stamped over it. Antonio had mentioned in his animated discussions that toxic chemicals were also used in the study and creation of Superhumans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the other side of the room was a large man wearing a military uniform. He stood with his arms crossed; trying to gauge what Martin was capable of. Martin spent a moment examining the man because of this; he didn’t want to seem unprepared. He didn’t even have the slightest clue as to who the man was. His eyes were dark and intelligent, but his hair grey with age. He stood tall and proud in his uniform. One entire upper side of the uniform was covered with rows of different medals. He only recognized a few of them: the medals of Bravery and Honor. Finally he looked from him and saw that next to him was Anita, being restrained by two other men.They had guns slung over their shoulders in a way only a professional soldier could. She wasn’t bound in any way, which was a relief. If it came to that, he wouldn’t have to worry about freeing her before making an escape. If that was even possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Martin!" she called to him, and tried to wriggle free from the men’s grip, but was unable to even get them to budge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin didn't say anything. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Come closer, Martin Phillips,” the man said. He moved his hands to his sides and waited, telling him that it wasn’t a request, but an order.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin hesitated. He wasn’t sure what to do, and opted to take several steps forward and gauge the man’s response. His expression didn’t change, and he still waited. Between him and the large man there were still several large tables, but after another moment of the man’s silence, Martin finally figured that he was supposed to go around them. For a moment longer he kept his gaze on the man, and only moved it to scope out the route he would use to get to the other side. The second he decided which way to take; his eyes went back to the man. Martin moved around the tables to meet with him on the other side, moving forward until finally stopping several paces away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The General quickly took the pistol from his belt and shot Martin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin fought mighty hard and sniffed back a tear. There was this knot in his throat and that heaviness in his chest that can only come from grief admixed with copious anger. No! I will make those bastards pay! Martin vowed silently under his breath. Martin lifted Norman's body and placed it in a nearby alley just beside the footpath. Nobody would notice until morning. A morning that Martin was not sure he would himself see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin reached the place. He was out of the Jeep and walking toward the building where he would meet with Anita and the lunatic General himself. The front of the building was made entirely of glass, which reminded him of the glass window in his Director’s office. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Despite it all being glass, it was tinted enough so that one could only see the shadows of everything inside. It struck Martin that NASA had this program right in the place where anyone would least suspect it to have. When Martin had first heard of Project 209, he had conjured for himself an image of a large isolated building in the middle of nowhere with high security barbed wire and all the works. But reality was to the contrary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin reached for the silver handle of the glass door and pulled it open, walking into a lobby of pure white. There was a desk, but no one waiting at it. He knew that there wouldn’t be anyone coming to greet him.Martin briefly scanned the room, looking for anything of interest- there wasn’t much. He spotted the only hallway leading further into the building and paced towards it, eyeing the doors that branched out from the sides. There were no security men of any sort.Maybe they were inside.Yes.Definitely they were inside. They were watching him through unseen eyes, listening to his every move through unseen ears. Modern surveillance system negated the need of human presence to spy on their targets. Pity, that Martin was a target himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the end of the hall there were a set of double doors, Martin push them open once he reached them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He squinted in the blinding light that came once the door was open.Not waiting for his eyes to adjust, he pushed it all the way open using his arm to shadow his eyes. Martin walked inside, but stopped when he heard the doors shut behind him. There was no mistaking it- he was in a lab. Long, white tables were in the center of the room, some filled with trays and large pieces of equipment that he didn’t recognize, but others empty. Along the walls was what interested him the most, though.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He didn’t have a name for them, but what he saw as large, glass tubes lined the walls, running from floor to ceiling. Though he couldn’t say for sure, he assumed they were filled with some preservative liquid.They contained super humans in various stages of development.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin couldn't tell whether they were dead, alive, or still being made, but there were literally specimens from all stages of development. Starting from a fetus, they progressed along the wall until at the very end.There was a completely developed man floating in the tube. So this was where it all started, probably.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">By what Norman and Martin had discussed on the run,It was easy to conclude that Kevin pined, like others of his kind, maybe, for freedom. But do all intelligent creatures crave for freedom? Why did the others not escape? Or was it that only Kevin was successful? Or were there others like Kevin who had escaped?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Was it possible that another agent like Martin somewhere would be trying to track down others of Kevin‘s kind? Who were these Korean thugs anyway? Were they state sponsored goons? It was clear that there were at least two sets of people chasing them down. One was the guy who shot the Bazooka-Martin had killed him at Antonio’s house. The other was the Korean group who had first attacked Anita’s house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Both groups seemed to have the same objective, but something else told him that they did not have the same purpose in mind. For one, there was absolutely no sense of co-ordination between the two groups.That was because the two groups, if working together, had enough man-power to capture Kevin,Martin and Anita when they could.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was concentrating on the road for some time now Norman had fallen asleep.Everything Martin learned was a lot to take in. Genetically engineered Superhumans, a space project gone wrong, the pending creation of war machines, an assassin and some Korean thugs; It all gave him the chills.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The plot had many loose ends, but things were getting clearer.It was like pieces of a Jigsaw puzzle were falling in place.Still the several questions thrown up by these incidents only deepened the confusion.Martin was already exhausted by all the running, the blood, the bullets and the chasing.He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. But no.He couldn’t. This General Stanley Richardson had Anita. And Anita was to be saved and along with her, the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was deep in the dead of night. A few miles before he came to the place, he decided to take stock of the situation. He shook Norman who appeared fast asleep. He did not wake up. Norman seemed to be in deep slumber. Something told Martin it was otherwise. Norman was not breathing. Martin checked his pulse. It was not there.Martin lifted the shirt to see Norman's wound.His whole abdomen had turned dark blue. Norman had bled internally, and profusely. He had lied to Martin that it was a superficial wound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Bloody old man!" Martin cursed under his breath while fighting the overwhelming urge to weep. Martin felt personally responsible for Norman's death. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">‘Was it necessary?’ Martin asked himself. And then there was Anita!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita's life had been in danger from the second she met Kevin on the street several weeks ago, but her life had not been directly in danger until she began working with Martin to find him. In a way, since Anita started to help him, Martin felt responsible for her safety. And now that she'd been taken by someone and was being held hostage, he felt he'd failed her, and himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-48855823038405124192020-03-18T06:56:00.000-07:002020-03-18T06:56:09.004-07:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 101)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"My team decided that because I was old enough to retire, I should leave the team and take all traces of the information leading up to the fix with me. And so I did," </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Norman paused. "It's been years since then. What's happened to my team because of what we did, I have no idea. But no one suspected me of having the solution this entire time, at least not until recently." </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Many months ago, General Stanley Richardson asked me personally to remove the DIOXIN LOCK."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"And?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I denied any know-how of removing the DIOXIN LOCK.I feigned ignorance. I am not sure that the General was fully convinced about that. I suspect I may have been under surveillance the past few days. But I am not sure by whom."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Then who were the guys threatening you?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I seriously wish I knew better, Martin. But I don't. Between themselves they spoke Korean.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“You know Korean?” Martin asked</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t, but I can say this because I have worked with the South Koreans in the 70s on some space projects.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"How did you know to contact me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Many years back, Professor Antonio and I worked together, briefly on Space Life-support systems. We became friends there.Occasionally we would meet during conferences and seminars. When Antonio's company was folded up, their technologies were passed onto Project 209. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I presume Antonio guessed that I was part of the project. It was probably because I was an expert in the field and I was in NASA. There was no way I would not be involved. Antonio, that clever fellow, put two and two together and deduced that I was part of Project 209 too. Though I don't think he was sure about it. Yesterday, I received a call from Antonio.He mentioned about you and cautioned that should my life be in danger, I should contact you. I immediately compiled the ‘key' from my files and called you on the number given by Antonio.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was mulling over everything he learned from Norman and also what he already knew. A lot made sense already, but Norman filled in quite a few blanks. How Kevin was something other than human, where he came from, why his identity seemed completely fabricated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In his mind, Martin made up the schema of the events so far- A secret program of creating Supehumans was underway by the NASA.They had created a few prototype Superhumans. Simultaneously the Pentagon was trying hard to gain control of project 209 for war purposes. One fine day, around 3 months or so ago, Kevin, known by the NASA labs as Joseph, escaped for some reason. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Joseph took up a false identity as Kevin and started living as a common American. Meanwhile, the Pentagon launched a massive undercover manhunt, where Martin was recruited to search for Kevin-dead or alive. For this reason, a fake profile of Kevin as a terrorist was cooked up. The higher-ups had planned that after Martin had hunted down Kevin, Martin and Kevin-if caught alive- would be eliminated. That was why mercenaries were hired.That was why his superior at the HQ was referring to a ‘WE’.Unfortunately Anita was drawn into this whirlpool of space-military-police goof-up.Why Kevin escaped NASA labs was not clear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was coolly listening to Norman. He was shocked so many times in the past so many days that he refused to believe that anything else could take him by surprise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Imagine Martin, what these Superhumans can do if they became trained soldiers to be deployed in War?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was Martin's time to be bewildered, again.Even though Martin dealt with terrorists and criminals on a daily basis, it did not occur to him that Kevin and his kind could also be programmed for War. Maybe He and Anita were put off this line of thought because of the benign and benevolent nature of Kevin. But now when he thought, it appeared to be an obvious and logical conclusion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin had watched Kevin fight at close quarters."They would be perfect killing machines" said Martin without mincing words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yeah, right. That's exactly what happened. There were as usual, hawks within the military establishment. Moreover, Project 209 had heavy military funding. There were some who were vociferous about using Superhumans for War. The most aggressive among them was and still is General Stanley Richardson. He is primarily responsible for the continuing drone attacks in the Middle East. The military would be a lot different in a positive way had it not been for this man."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"He is the ideal patriot, eh?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"He is extremely violent and pompous. He is patriotic no doubt. But patriotic in the sense that anyone else not toeing his line is labelled a traitor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"There was already a Power struggle going on between NASA and the Pentagon led by General StanleyRichardson. The General wanted NASA to engineer the Superhumans for war. But NASA did not relent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Years into Project 209, our super humans were transferred from NASA to the Pentagon.They had completely different intentions. While NASA wanted to use the super humans to learn more about our universe, the Pentagon wanted to use the super humans for war. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And of course, all that was standing in their way was the fact that the superhumans would die before they could be used as weapons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"It was demanded of us that we find a way around the cancer, or best case scenario, remove the genetic alteration that caused it to happen in the first place. My team and I found a cure, but a sense of morality would not allow us to give it to the Pentagon. After all, the super humans we created were like children to us. They grew up in the lab alongside us and other workers.We could not bear the fact that they may be turned into killing machines with a small tweak to their Genetic system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Let me guess- central to this tussle was your DIOXIN LOCK" Martin chipped in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yes. Just imagine, if Super Humans were let into earth's environment with the DIOXIN LOCK intact. Within a few months they would start dying like flies. No one would like spending millions of dollars to develop a Superhuman- only to lose the soldier after three months.That is bad investment. And a dead soldier is of no use in war. The General wanted me to remove the DIOXIN LOCK. And the procedure to remove the DIOXIN LOCK has been described in the‘Key' that you rummaged out of my drawer."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"How is that?" Martin was feeling his body hair stand up on its ends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"We genetically programmed the Superhumans to be afflicted by Cancer when exposed to Dioxin for some duration".</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was stunned more than shocked.Some silence followed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"How long a duration?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Well, a normal human being has to be exposed for around fifteen to twenty years to very high levels of dioxin to get any type of cancer. But if a Superhuman is exposed to even low levels of dioxin for around three months, then he will rapidly develop cancer and die because of it."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin turned his head to Norman and gave an intense half-minute stare;a dawning realization was creeping up on him. "Mars, with no human activity at present and having no Dioxin, Superhumans can survive there." Then he turned his head back to the road again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Norman nodded in agreement."Exactly. In short, the genes of Superhumans are locked by Dioxin and they cannot be propagated on earth. Should they even try to reproduce here on earth; their offspring will not survive this Dioxin laden environment of ours."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Basically these super humans were genetically engineered in two ways. One,so that they could regenerate in and resist extreme conditions; like space.Two, they could not survive typical Earth conditions. This means that in the case that a Superhuman was to be released or escape into our civilization by mistake; they could not reproduce and would die due to Dioxin exposure. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why only three months, why not say three weeks?"Martin queried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“What if we wanted to conduct field experiments in a real human city with the Superhumans. Three months was thought to suffice for any short-term experiments in cities. Cancer isn't an instant process, of course, and a shorter time like three weeks would render most of the super humans useless by mistake. Moreover the length of their survival wasn't guaranteed. By no means were we scientists to allow any opportunity for these advanced humans to overthrow us, now or in a thousand years. And we made sure that would happen.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin marvelled at the ingenuity with which Norman and his ilk had manipulated and designed the genes of Superhumans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why was all this done in secret?"Martin asked knowing fully well that the answer would not surprise him. Still, he wanted to play the devil's advocate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You do realize what hell will break loose if the Government went public with this. There are several issues involved. Eugenics, for starters. The project would be equated with Hitler's racist ideologies. Then there would be the question of Human Rights, the legal status of Superhumans and so on and so forth. That is a Pandora's box better not opened."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Now tell me professor, why are we here now? Why are we on the run? Why were so many people killed, so much wanton destruction, why were you shot and why are goons chasing us?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"War, Martin. It's all because of War!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Some of the more brilliant ones among our colleagues came up with a theory. That theory is Existentialis Forsit. They said that if we build super humans to explore deep space, we can't expect them to terraform a planet for us normal humans to live there. That is because there will be no incentive for the Superhumans from an evolutionary standpoint. Why will they, who are adapted to conditions on Mars, Terraform it to our conditions. In fact they may even alter Mars to suit their needs more than ours. Thus there would be an inherent conflict of interest between us normal humans and those Superhumans. There was no answer we could come up with. That's why the Grand Plan for a Super ecology was abandoned and we restricted ourselves to only Superhumans, and Super plants.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I guess that brilliant colleague of yours was you yourself. What say? Am I right?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin could see a faint smile on Norman in the dim light of the sparse Highway traffic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Tell me Doctor, your Existentialis Forsit or whatever, may have applied to Space research. Have you thought about Earth?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"How do you mean?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Well, you scientists are more intelligent than us common folk. Surely you must have thought about what would happen if Superhumans escaped or were let loose here on earth. They will end up extinguishing our species of normal humans, no?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Norman looked out the window- "Thats why I created the Dioxin Lock"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Dio... what?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Man! it was getting difficult conversing with these professor scientists. Even Antonio, god rest his soul, was like this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">‘Jesus, do all of you come from the same place or what?’ Martin thought to himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"A short while ago, when narrating your tale you mentioned that this Kevin was suffering from some type of cancer in the terminal stage and Professor Antonio reported that no matter what, Kevin would die."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yeah right. It is in the medical report."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"That cancer was by design. We caused it, albeit indirectly. Kevin could not have survived long outside the confines of a NASA lab. We did this by a process called Dioxin Lock."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin's eyes were on the road but every other cell of his body was engrossed in what Norman was saying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"See,Dioxins are a group of chemically-related compounds that are commonly known as Persistent Organic Pollutants (POPs).Dioxins mostly exist as by-products of accidental fires, wildfires and industrial processes such as pesticide, plastic manufacture, and combustion processes such as waste incineration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They are stubborn compounds that persist in our environment long after they have been emitted. They are primarily a result of Human activity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dioxins are environmental pollutants found throughout the world.They flow through our water and also persist in the air to some extent. In short, they are a symbol of advanced Human civilization. A fingerprint of our evolutionary sophistication.They accumulate in our food, mainly in the fat tissue of animals and also in plant food.Due to the all-pervading presence of dioxins, people world-wide have a background exposure. This background exposure does not affect normal human health. But it will have a devastating effect on Superhumans if they happen to be out of the NASA labs."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why Project 209? Any particular reason for that number 209?" Martin was in intrigued.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"If you examine closely, the number 209 is the product of two prime numbers"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yeah, 19 and 11."Martin interjected. He may not be an ace in biology, but Mathematics was Martin's forte.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Correct. If you go through history, the concept of Eugenics took off in USA before anywhere else. There was one institute called The Eugenics Record Office or the ERO to which every serious effort towards eugenics can be traced.The ERO located in Cold Spring Harbor, New York, was a center for eugenics and human heredity research. Now it so happened that The ERO was founded in 1911 by a group of biologists. It was one of the leading organizations in the American eugenics movement. ERO collected masses of family pedigrees data, statistically analysed them and formed committees to look into how we can better the human race. More specifically, the American stock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I get it." Said Martin. "ERO was established in 1911.You people took 19- the first two digits of 1911.Then you multiplied it with 11, the last two digits of 1911.And you get the number 209.Pretty clever".</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What's your story?"Norman asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was thinking of what to tell Norman and what not to. But then he thought ‘what the hell!’</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin started to narrate in detail what had happened from the time he was called in to handle Joseph or Kevin's case at the FBI office until the moment he came to meet Norman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Martin had recounted his ordeal, there was an engulfing silence. Neither He nor Norman wanted to break it. None of them wanted to let go of the cosy comfort the Silence provided.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"So, Kevin was indeed created by you then?" Martin said rhetorically.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yes Martin.We did. In fact Superhumans were not the only ones we created for space exploration".</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What do you mean?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"We had even created Superplants- plants giving higher yield and capable of growing in Extraterrestrial conditions. And also Superanimals."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Animals like what?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Superdogs and Supermonkeys. To assist the Superhumans. There were plans to draw up a road map to create a super ecology in a super biosphere ultimately resulting in the Terraforming of mars."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Terraforming?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Terraforming is the process of artificially transforming a planet's temperature, atmosphere, surface features or ecology to be similar to the biosphere of Earth and make it habitable by Earth-like life."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What happened to that plan?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Existentialis Forsit "</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Exist...Exist... What?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Existentialis Forsit- Latin For -the Existential Problem"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What is that?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin had so many questions to ask this man, he did not know where to begin with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"So... what's your story old man?" Martin wanted to know more about this man before he revealed anything about himself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The city was now quite some distance behind them. The road was moving under them at fast pace. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Professor Norman Spencer began to narrate his story "I am.. Well I was a Senior Scientist at NASA.Over the years I've participated in a variety of important research and projects with NASA.The quest for the colonization of Mars was the most difficult task I or my group ever faced. To cut things short, we started the process of creating Superhumans who could live on Mars in place of normal humans.It was known as Project 209.We manipulated human genes, created embryos and implanted them in human surrogates. These superhumans grow much faster than humans. Over a period of many years we developed a near-perfect model of Superhumans for space exploration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"And the Government allowed for it?" Martin asked with raised eyebrows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Hell! It was a Government project Martin! These Superhumans were adapted for a possible life on Mars, and would face no problems living there. Unlike normal humans, they hardly need any assistance. They could be exposed to the extreme conditions and yet lead a normal life. Just think of it. Normal human being exposed to the atmosphere on Mars will not last five minutes. That is because the atmospheric pressure on Mars' surface is the same as that found thirty five kilometers above earth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mars' atmosphere is too thin for humans to survive, let alone breathe. That means a human being will simply explode if he steps into Mars' atmosphere without any protection. Whereas the Superhumans we created could survive up to an hour in the Martian atmosphere without protection. Provided they have oxygen to breathe. So there is no need of any heavy and clumsy space suit. Just an oxygen mask will be enough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What would happen to them after an hour on Mars?" Martin queried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Norman gave a faint smile-"They would collapse because their blood pressure would then be too low to sustain body functions." and continued.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"In addition to this, it was planned that these super humans, if the experiment became a success,would be used to explore the depths of space that a human could not live to see. We could reach into the far frontiers of the Solar system and beyond. With the Superhumans, We could colonize in decades what we ourselves cannot think of doing for centuries.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin nodded his head in agreement. The advantages were fantastic indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin wanted nothing more than to search for Anita then and there, but he knew it was futile. He had Norman with him and the key, whatever it was. And if it was truly 'the key', whoever had taken Anita might contact him. For now the he had to take advantage of this new resource.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Norman was writhing in pain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">‘This guy is wounded as shit’,Martin thought. He needs surgery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Come man lets go to a hospital!" Martin exclaimed. He laid Norman on the passenger seat, adjusted it to recline. He took the steering and hit the gas pedal as forcefully as he could. Within no time he was on the highway that would take him to a hospital.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His thoughts were disturbed by his cell ringing. He looked at the screen in hopes that it was Anita calling, but it was an unknown number. He picked it up, saying nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Martin Phillips, listen to me and listen very carefully.”Martin suddenly broke into a sweat hearing the authoritative voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I have Anita in my possession, so it would be in your best interest to do as I ask," he said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The man didn't threaten Martin or Anita, he didn't need to. The authority and power in his voice was enough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What do you want?" Martin asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I know you have 'the key' that I want regarding Joseph Cooper. If you are not present at my location by tonight, there will be dire consequences," he said, now threatening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The rest of their conversation was short and to the point. Martin retrieved the address he was expected to be at, and then listened to the man speak for several more minutes. Then the man hung up on his own. Martin released a breath when the line went dead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Dont bother about me, go to Washington" Norman said.Martin looked at him half-amazed. "How the hell do you know I have been called to Washington?" Norman gave a grin-in-pain indicating that he knew.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"But you need urgent medical attention!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Move to Washington first. You can drop me on the way somewhere into a hospital. This wound isn't much, just a flesh wound; the bullet is stuck in the abdominal muscle".</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You sure about that, old man?"Martin lifted Norman's hand from over the wound. It was not bleeding. It appeared to have stopped. Martin wanted to take this man to the ER-Emergency Room. But this old man was insisting otherwise. Moreover, there was the problem of Anita and 'The Key'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin pushed the throttle hard and took the I-95 S express way to D.C.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin rushed to his side, kneeling down to examine the bullet wound in his abdomen. It appeared that the bulled had pierced his liver.But one could not be sure. Not here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Norman?" he asked. The man didn't open his eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Ma-Martin...," he stuttered, hardly more than a whisper. “In- In the drawer.”He said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin didn’t have much time to think. He needed to find the information Norman wanted him to have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Next to Norman a drawer remained open, the papers torn out, but it was the first place Martin looked. He pulled it all the way open and noticed that whoever came searching before him had not discovered the false bottom, which lay undisturbed at the bottom of the drawer. As it was improperly set in place, Martin pulled it free with ease. The secret compartment was as messed up as the rest of the drawer, but there was a small silver box at the bottom. He opened it up to find a blue flash drive, and on it written in black sharpie was one word: ' Key'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin took it.He quickly searched the bodies of the dead men. He didn't find anything of significance. He did not take anything from their body, lest that be traced back to him later. Two of the dead appeared to be of Korean descent. The other,the one who died by the window appeared to be a Latino muscleman. Martin hauled up Norman over his shoulders. Norman was writhing in pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin left the room with Norman on his back without another look. He needed to get back to Anita, and figure out what it was that Norman wanted him to know. But first he needed to save Norman. His thoughts were scattered when he ran from the house and toward the Jeep. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He opened the driver's door to the Jeep and something felt wrong. He looked inside.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Anita?" he called, but there was no response.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She was gone. And since he knew there was no way Anita would leave, he discerned she was taken. But by who?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were sounds coming from the room. He quickly sneaked up beside the closed room. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole. Inside, he could see a man standing and threatening an elderly person seated on the chair. The man on the chair must be Norman Spencer. The room appeared quite spacious. Martin thought two more men to be present in that room. The fact that the door was not locked nor anyone was guarding it showed that the attackers were not expecting anybody.Martin studied the door. It was thin plywood. He made a mental image of the room inside.He stood up, and pointed the gun to the closed door at an angle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was taking aim through the closed door at the Man threatening Norman.He hoped that whoever else was in the room would be taken aback by the attack. That would be enough time for Martin to do his thing. Martin took a deep breath and fired. Immediately after firing at the door knob he burst into the room.The man threatening Norman had his brains already blown off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His body was in the process of hitting the ground.One guy was at the window opposite Martin and the other was behind the now dead man.Both had a look of surprise on their faces.They had never expected a door to fire a bullet and kill their accomplice.As soon as Martin entered, they realized what was happening.The guy in front of the window was already a dead man.He took three slugs in his chest before he hit the window pane behind him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other guy was swinging his gun towards Martin when Martin bent his wrist slightly to adjust aim and shot the guy in the eye. The guy was dead even before he knew it.It is said that a man's muscles reflexively contract just before death.The same thing happened to the last guy.His gun was swinging into position when the muscles in his fingers wrapped around the trigger contracted microseconds after Martin's Bullet pulverized his brain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This let a bullet out towards Norman Spencer who had jumped to his feet just as Martin had entered the room. By the time the third guy hit the floor, Norman felt a sharp jab on the Right side of his abdomen. He fell back into the chair. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But he was alive. Martin knew this because the old man coughed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-20473577617376331972020-01-31T00:38:00.000-08:002020-01-31T00:38:17.025-08:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 92)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"So this person we're going to meet, can he help us?" Anita asked. Martin could see a sign ahead of them that read 'Mike's Auto Garage'. Here they could purchase or rent a vehicle that would get them back to the City.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He looked to Anita, whose clothes were bloodied from helping Kevin. Martin’s clothes were bloodied too, but since he wore black, it was difficult to discern the dark red blood from the black of his dress. "I hope so. He said he could give us some information. Right now it's our best bet," he said. "I'll go into this auto shop and get us a car. You stay out here, out of sight. You've got blood on you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita looked down to examine her shirt, and didn’t argue with him. "Be fast."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin jogged ahead of her and turned into the garage. There were a few people in the yard, but he figured whoever managed the front would be more likely to help him. There was a young woman working at the front desk, typing away at a computer. He flashed his badge out of his coat and dropped it on the counter before saying anything, getting the woman's attention.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I need a car. I'll pay whatever needed to get it within five minutes," Martin said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Just a moment..." the woman said, and continued typing on the computer. A minute later she recited a list of cars that were ready for purchase. Martin ended up renting the Jeep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Five minutes and one grand later, Martin had the jeep. He drove it out of the garage and onto the street, where he saw Anita sitting on a nearby bench. she ran toward him and hopped into the vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"That was fast," she said once they were driving away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"It's amazing what a badge and some money can do," he said "It’s a bad thing."He smiled a smile that was way out of place for a situation like this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thirty minutes later Martin pulled a few blocks away from the apartment complex where he was supposed to meet Norman. He told Anita to stay in the car. Until then, she was to remain as hidden as possible inside the vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He walked up to the door on the fourth floor and saw the doorbell. In a situation that Martin was in, only a fool would ring a doorbell. Martin took out his gun and stealthily approached the door from the sides.He realized that the door was slightly open.So he gave it a light push. It swung open slightly without much resistance, so he slid inside.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He closed the door behind him and moved further inside. It was dark, save for light gleaming in from under the door from one of the rooms.Martin took his gun from his waist held it in front of him, walking further into the home with utmost caution.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Driving for over an hour in a vehicle filled with blood and a dead body on a hot day was a punishment.It was time to end their suffering and ditch the car. Martin took a detour from the main highway. It was a little out into the woods, a little way out of town. It would be a suitable place to leave the black BMW, and Kevin’s body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He and Anita used what they could to cover the body in the back seat before leaving. If all went well, he would be able to send someone to retrieve it soon, but there was no sense in leaving it in a state that someone could easily find.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All they took with them was themselves, and the papers containing the report provided by Professor Antonio. Martin briefly wondered if Professor Antonio had indeed discovered any connection to what Norman referred to- Kevin and those like him being 'created'.Martin and the professor had reached a similar conclusion earlier.Could he get irrefutable proof that Kevin wasn't human? It was decided that even though he had substantive reports to back his claim, it wasn’t really something he could yet determine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How could the Assassins trace them to Antonio's place? This had been at the back of Martin's mind from the time he realized that the assassins had found them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As they were finally getting out of the car, they heard an aircraft flying high above them. Martin looked at the sky towards the airliner. Then it struck him. Drones! The bloody assassins had used drones to track down the ambulance. The number of the ambulance written on its rooftop is visible from the air. The Aerial roof markings gave them away.That's why it took them so many days to track the ambulance down. The drones could not track the Aerial roof markings of the ambulance at night. Damn! Martin felt a heavy pang of guilt. He should have thought of this earlier. The only thing he could do now was to cut his losses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin took the papers from Anita. On top of what she already told him, Antonio had made several other significant discoveries. Even if Kevin hadn’t received a mortal stab wound, he would have died soon regardless; the man had developed some cancer, one that moved through him without rhyme or reason. His body was unable to sustain something he was in contact with, and it was on the verge of killing him. That was all the information given in that regard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But it made sense. At least, made a little more sense about Kevin; such as why he regenerated so quickly, and why everyone was after him. He deduced that those like Kevin were created by NASA, but one, Kevin, managed to escape, and someone else managed to discover that fact.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-54650235571528681132020-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:002020-01-27T08:28:43.096-08:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 90)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Moments after Kevin died in the back seat of the car,Anita started to hyperventilate. Martin was in shock that there was a dead man in the back of the car. Over the last few days she displayed admirable courage, it was natural that someone not used to such circumstances would break eventually; for Anita, it had been later, rather than sooner. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He wished there was something he could do for her. "It's alright, just try not to think about it. We'll stop somewhere soon and clean up the mess, or at least find another vehicle," Martin said. There was no way they could get away driving around the city with a dead body in their car for too long.They would need to ditch the car somewhere, regardless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita shook her head, but Martin wasn’t sure what she was trying to say.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His phone rang. "Hello?Who is This?" he said. A voice spoke at the other end-"Martin Phillips, it is imperative that we meet immediately. Your life as well as Joseph Cooper's is in danger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Joseph is already dead."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a pause. "That is... highly unfortunate. Regardless, I can offer you information that may prove vital for you returning his body to the right people, as well as provide you with ways to save your life," he said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Why should I trust you?" Martin asked. He saw Anita tilt her head in his direction, and he looked at her for a moment before turning his eyes back onto the road. He tried to make his eyes say that he’d tell her what was happening later, but wasn’t sure if she read it that way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I'm Norman Spencer, a former NASA scientist, one of the original members of the team who created people like Joseph. Though I am retired I still hold connections and interest in the industry as well as the product caused by my research," the man said. "Perhaps this will suffice? May we meet?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Created?" he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yes. That is information I can give you only in person," Norman said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Alright. Tell me where to come," Martin said after some consideration. The man listed off an address that was in a familiar area, an apartment complex close to a known place back in New York City. “I'll be there tonight."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin hung up.Without consulting Anita he changed their course. They would still be returning to New York City, but home was still far off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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Kartik Hegadekattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222483648038977549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790373921950091848.post-4366387676909534502020-01-23T21:25:00.000-08:002020-01-23T21:25:43.301-08:00MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 89)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Blood, brains, and bone chips of the hitman’s skull were hard to avoid stepping on when he dragged Kevin from the garage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Anita!, I need you here. Leave the professor, he is dead. Let us save Kevin!” Martin shouted trying to hold back tears.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita had taken out one knife out from Antonio’s hand. Hearing Martin she rushed to help Kevin. Martin had retrieved keys from the dead assassin’s body. “Quick, lets take this man’s car.” Martin said, pointing to the black BMW.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once Anita was also supporting Kevin, they moved more quickly. But at the rate that Kevin’s weight was increasing, it seemed that by the time they reached the car they would be carrying a corpse. It didn’t matter how fast he could heal a wound like that would kill him faster than he healed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita ran ahead of Martin to open the car door, where she waited to ease Kevin onto the back seat. There wasn’t any time to buckle him in, they had to be on the move. Even with the hitman dead, there were still the Korean gang to consider, and they didn’t have time to be questioned by the police.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anita and Martin jumped into their respective seats and drove deeper into town. They needed to get back to New York City.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin shoved the papers into Anita’s hands once they were on the road, asking her to read them for him. Surely, if the hitman saw them as a reason to torture the Professor, they had to be something valuable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Antonio figured this all out and made a report,” Anita breathed. Martin took a moment to look at her, seeing that her eyes were wide with what he wasn’t sure to be shock or surprise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“What is it?” he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> “It says ‘The abnormal qualities discovered within KEVIN’S body are unlike anything I have previously examined. Not only are they on the level of being what one would call a super human, the complexity of his body structure skyrocketed, even in comparison to the body of a regular human.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“The most unusual observation I’ve made in my so far was his genetic makeup. Like all humans, he contained a very specific strand of DNA that I’ve yet to look at closely, but I plan to in the coming days. What baffles me most about it is its structural integrity. Unlike us humans, who are equipped with a double helix, KEVIN seems to have three rather large, separate strands of DNA that have, over time, fused together into one’. Anita concluded, dropping the papers back into her lap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before Martin could respond, in the back of the car, Kevin rolled over and heaved onto the floor. Another second passed and Martin looked back to see the man Cough blood, a lot of blood, and all the life drained from his face. He collapsed into the pile of blood and vomit, dead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I know you’re there. Come out now or the Professor will be the first to die,” the hitman said. Martin heard papers rustle. “He’s already given me what I wanted.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin stood and moved into the hitman’s vision, but his eyes lingered on Kevin for a moment longer before switching. In the hitman’s left hand he had three thin, but large daggers raised in a fan. He lowered them somewhat when Martin came into the open without a weapon; his gun was still in its holster.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“How kind of you to join us,” the man smiled. Unlike the last time when he fired a Bazooka, he wasn’t wearing a hood; he looked nothing like Martin expected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was moderately attractive with his cold blue eyes and dark, black hair that was shaved tight against his skull. The lighting in the room made his face look like two different people; pale asAntonio was on the floor, and a bit darker,he was tanned. It didn’t really matter which was his true color.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“What’s your interest in Kevin?” Martin asked. The question seemed to catch the man off guard, but he answered regardless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Surely by now you must know that there’s something different about the man,” he began. Martin saw Kevin move behind him, pulling himself up from the ground and move toward the hitman. “My employers have been interested in retrieving a man with such qualities for some time now, but your Kevin has been the first to surface outside of highly protective facilities. My interest in him, however, only goes as deep as a successful corpse.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“What is it that makes him any different?” he asked. The man seemed annoyed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“That information isn’t something I’m required to-“ he was interrupted by Kevin slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. But in the same motion that pushed him over, the hitman struck back at Kevin, stabbing into him and slicing his chest open with the daggers. Kevin collapsed on top of him, his body twitching in agony.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The second Kevin moved against the hitman, Martin pulled out his weapon and shot him in the head as he fell. He heard Anita’s terrified shriek, but he couldn’t tend to her yet. His eyes caught sight of the papers that the hitman dropped to the floor, and rushed to retrieve them before they got too bloodied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Despite his orders, Anita rushed into the room once the hitman had been felled. She first checked on Antonio, who she quickly found to have died from the torture. He didn’t look dead though, she started to free him from the knives. Weeping heavily to herself, she hoped that someone had heard the gunshot and called the police already.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Martin was already pulling Kevin to his feet, but the man seemed to have no strength left from his newest wounds. From their location, Martin was afraid that at least one of the long blades could have pierced his heart. He didn’t have much time left, but he couldn’t leave him to be found by anyone else.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)</span></div>
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