Broken Glass by Luke Burrage
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Broken Glass by Luke Burrage If you’ve not read both Minding Tomorrow and Combat, this novel won’t make any sense at all, so it’s wise to check them out first. The cycle and year of the events of each chapter are relative to the final chapter of Minding Tomorrow, which is also the same time cycle that contains the events of Combat. This novel is dedicated to Juliane Kunzendorf, who gave me the motivation to finally finish the Minding Tomorrow trilogy project. This is edit 2.2, completed September 16th, 2012. If you spot any spelling or grammar mistakes, please point them out so I can fix them for the next edit. Feedback to [email protected] More information at http://www.lukeburrage.com/ fiction.html This file is released under a Attribution- Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. You are free: to Share – to copy, distribute and transmit the work Under the following conditions: Attribution – You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licensor (but not in any way that suggests that they endorse you or your use of the work). Noncommercial – You may not use this work for commercial purposes. No Derivative Works – You may not alter, transform, or build upon this work. For more details see: http://creativecommons.org/ licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ Any of the above conditions can be waived if you get my permission. The license only applies to the electronic text version of the novel. If you would like to do more than read or share the text of the novel electronically (eg. derivative works, print publishing, audio versions, film rights and other commercial interests) please email me: [email protected] Thanks for reading! Chapter 1 - The beginning of it all. Cycle + 3, year + 0. Nick sat at his desk, typing a homework assignment, when he felt all the hairs along his arms stand up on end. He frowned. The heating was on, he knew that. He turned to check his bedroom window. It was closed. It’s not so chilly, he thought and sat down once more. He typed a few more words, when an icon and a status message appeared on his screen. A new email. Normally he wouldn’t let such an minor annoyance distract him, but this email stood out. The sender’s address matched his own, and it had an attachment. Anyone could spoof the “sent as” email address, but the title, “It’s going to get heavy” caught his eye. Nick opened the email and started reading. "Hi Nick, Things may get pretty crazy in the coming days, and you’re going to be at the center of a real shit storm. Keep your head down, and don’t panic. If anyone asks, say you don’t know any more than they do, but insist that your wishes are followed as closely as possible. At the start, everyone will think this is a hoax, or a prank, but in time they’ll see the truth. I’ll make it easy for you right now. I’ve attached a photo. This is the last photo you took with your DSLR camera, and it is on your camera right now. You haven’t transferred it to your computer yet. Check the time and date, the image title, and everything about it. You took the photo this morning, out your bedroom window, and haven’t left your room since, nor has anyone else touched your camera. Nobody else but you will believe this, nor could they be expected to. Like I said, it’s just between me and you. And who am I? You’ll find out soon enough. Keep an eye on the news for messages from the Moon. PS. This code might come in handy: CHUK0200876567TX." Nick’s mouse pointer hovered over the “Spam!” button. It moved over to “Send to Trash.” Then it lingered over “View Attachment.” He clicked, and a moment later a photo appeared. It showed a couple, male and female students, hand in hand, walking across a large square of grass. The foreground had a black, out of focus arc, the shape of the camera lens reflected on the inside of a window. Nick reached for his camera and brought up the latest photo. It matched the photo on his computer screen exactly, though when he had taken it a few hours before, he hadn’t noticed the reflection of the lens on the LCD screen. The date, time, exposure, file name… they all matched perfectly. And, as the mystery email had noted, there was no way this photo could have moved from his camera without his knowledge. None at all. If this was a prank, it was a very, very good one. Who could have– Nick jumped as his phone rang. “Hey.” “Hello, is this Nicolas Hasting?” “Yes.” “This is the Borrantol Bank of Switzerland. We’re just calling to inform you that your account has been activated.” “My account?” “Yes, everything is in order. Normally we wouldn’t make a personal call like this, but we are very pleased that you transferred so much money into your account so quickly. If you would like to transfer money out again, you will need the pass code we provided earlier. Do you have that safe?” “The code? I have the code.” “We thank you once again for doing business with Borrantol.” “Could I just get a confirmation on my account’s new balance?” * Money doesn’t just appear from nowhere. Or does it? Maybe, in this modern world where finance has more to do with networks of networks of networked computers, money can be created as easily as it is squandered. And so, without even understanding how or why, Nick became a multibillionaire. Nick was convinced the whole thing was a scam, or a prank. The phone call and the strange email. Nobody mislays billions of dollars, or accidentally hands it to a photography student. Two days later Nick used the code at the end of the email to make a bank transfer, and found that worked, but by then his life had taken even more bizarre turns. Yes, things did start getting heavy. Chapter 2 - Breaking News Cycle + 3, year + 0. Mysterious Signal From Space Baffles Scientists The Very Large Array Radio Astronomy Observatory, New Mexico. A radio signal that appears to be originating from the Moon was discovered by scientists at the VLA Radio Telescope today, at precisely 5pm GMT. At first technicians thought it a calibration error, or interference from a communications satellite, but soon eliminated these factors. The source of the signal is orbiting the Moon once every two hours, and appears to be completely stable. It is emitting a single message, over and over, in simple morse code. When decoded, it reads: “Greetings. I am a messenger from the future. I contain important information and an important package. Please deliver me to my owner, Nicolas Hasting, currently a student of the New Free University, England. Thank you.” The signal also includes data about its exact orbit. This signal has been verified by dozens of radio telescopes across the globe, in many different countries. Scientists are baffled, as there are currently only three known sources of radio signals from the Moon, two NASA satellites, and a lander from the Indian Space Agency. “We are taking the source of the signal very seriously,” says Markus Newsom, of the VLA, “though we don’t know what to make of the message. There is no way a space mission could reach moon orbit without the international community knowing all about it.” Our reporters tried to contact Nicolas Hasting but were unable to reach him. Instead of talking to the media, he released a video online, in which he says “I have no idea what important information the moon satellite might have, or what the package might contain, but I’d appreciate it if someone could organize a way to bring it down to Earth.” The video became one of the most viewed items online today. * "Greetings, I am a messenger from the future. I have been repeating my message for 72 hours now, and nobody has picked me up. Are your space ships really so primitive? Ha ha. That was a joke. I am merely a computer program, and can’t do more than play prewritten messages, and answer very basic questions. If you have any, please use morse code and very simple English. Thank you." “R U russian.” “I am sorry, I do not understand R U russian. Please use simple English. All your base. I will not send us up a bomb.” “This is NASA. Who are you?” “Hello NASA. I am from the future. I belong to Nicolas Hasting. Please can you take me to him?” “This is NASA. Where are you from?” “I am from the future.” “Who made you?” “Nicolas Hasting made me. Please could you take me to him? He will pay you back.” “What is your name?” “You may call me Dana.” “I am sorry, Dana, we do not have a way to bring you to Nicolas Hasting.” “Hello. I am a messenger from the future. Can anyone else help me? Can you take me to Nicolas Hasting. He can pay you back any costs.” “Hello Dana. This is the European Space Agency.” “Hello ESA.” “We need to know if you really are from the future.” “Thank you.” “Dana, please prove you are from the future.” “By my presence I have already altered the future compared to the time I come from, so predictions of the future may not come true.