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Page 67 __________ There was a noticeable difference in the humidity, the quality of the light, the very taste of the air. We'd gone much further than crosstown. I found I'd already mastered how to take a breath just before the jump to minimize that crushed-lung sensation, so I recovered quickly. Keeping up with Commander Future, who was already walking quickly, seemed important. "Where are we?" I asked. Looking around, it appeared to be an upscale neighborhood, but the architecture was unfamiliar. "London. Notting Hill." I stopped a moment when he said it, startled, then hurried to catch up. He was already climbing the front steps of a four-story house. "This is why we're here." He stopped me halfway up the steps, one arm out. "Can you hear it?" I listened to the street sounds you'd expect in a late afternoon posh neighborhood but nothing else. "No. What am I supposed to be hearing?" "Get closer," he said, moving his arm. He walked up the last few steps and pressed his ear flat against the door. Motioned for me to do the same. It sounded like a waterfall inside. I stepped back. The sound was so wrong, so out of place, that it triggered a basic fight-or-flight in me. "What is that?" He grabbed the front doorknob, which suddenly lit up from the inside, scanning him for identification before it opened with a click. "Infinity. Let's have a look." __________ The foyer of the house featured an open plan, straight up, all four floors. Windows everywhere, letting in as much light as possible. Striking, but ordinary in fashion, it must have been a wonderful place for a family. It looked like no family had lived in the house for a while, though, with no furniture or photos or indications of normal life. A desk sat in the middle of the foyer, and at the desk, a tall whip-thin man with a grin like a radiator grill and a pointed chin that, taken with his shock of surfer blonde-white hair, made him look like an exclamation point. He was typing onto the surface of his antique overused oak barge of a desk, which I thought odd until I got a look at the touchscreen embedded there.
Page 68 He was typing a stream of consciousness text faster than I could have said it out loud, but he didn't seem strained. There was nothing audible to me, but he sat with his head cocked, listening as he transcribed in real-time. I was afraid to interrupt, but as soon as we stepped in, he look up at me and smiled. "So this is the guy." "Be nice, Eggs." "How was that not nice?" "I know. I'm just asking you.." "You don't have to. I was just saying. This is the guy. That is a statement of fact?" "Of course it is." "So you acknowledge that this is, in fact, the guy?" "Eggs. Please." The guy stood up, 6'5", lanky and laconic, overpoweringly chipper. He put out his hand like he wouldn't be able to go on unless I shook it. "Arthur Williamson." Once he said it, a bell went off. I knew the name and I knew the face. "Williamson…" He was really working my arm, shaking the holy shit out of my hand. "I've seen you on TV." "But you didn't know I was friends with the Commander, did you?" "No." "Speaking as a scientist, I can tell you there is nothing on Earth more important to study than Commander Future. Whatever advances we make in the next 50 years, the next 100 years… even the next 1000 years… he's where we start." That waterfall sound was louder now, from behind a door on the left side of the foyer, and that entire open chamber filled with the sound, so that our entire open chamber filled with the sound, so that our entire exchange was shouted more than spoken.
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Page 3 INTRODUCTION “So That Happ
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Page 5 But for now, I’ll continue
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Page 7 And while I think Life Of Pi
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Page 20 and 21: Page 19 “Your loss.” Felix pick
Page 22 and 23: Page 21 “Family heirlooms and the
Page 24 and 25: Page 23 Felix was astonished by his
Page 26 and 27: Page 25 Felix looked at the clock.
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Page 30 and 31: Page 29 “Mind if I smoke?” “Y
Page 32 and 33: Page 31 * * * Felix drove much too
Page 34 and 35: Page 33 Walking to his car, though,
Page 36 and 37: Page 35 Would I tell someone who ha
Page 38 and 39: Page 37 Maybe it even did work like
Page 40 and 41: Page 39 Now that I’ve seen it in
Page 42 and 43: Page 41 NOEL Based on a screenplay
Page 44 and 45: Page 43 When Black Peter made his w
Page 46 and 47: Page 45 That night, the celebration
Page 48 and 49: Page 47 “It is, Lord. I swear it.
Page 50 and 51: Page 49 Noel looked at the children
Page 52 and 53: Page 51 Ageless, his face unlined b
Page 54 and 55: Page 53 Noel cried out as if struck
Page 56 and 57: Page 55 REVIEW “Silence” scr. M
Page 58 and 59: Page 57 Masahiro Shinoda’s 1971 f
Page 60 and 61: Page 59 The performances are all so
Page 62 and 63: Page 61 Commander Future: A Reporte
Page 64 and 65: Page 63 I've tried to talk to Comma
Page 66 and 67: Page 65 "Well, thank goodness for t
Page 70 and 71: Page 69 Commander Future stepped ar
Page 72 and 73: Page 71 With a huge roaring sound,
Page 74 and 75: Page 73 "No. You will not get used
Page 76 and 77: Page 75 "Because there is a threat.
Page 78: Page 77 ABOUT THE AUTHOR Drew McWee
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