Broken Symmetries: Age of Illuminati (10 page)

Mark remembered a scientific documentary he saw recently on HDTV about the world-renowned physicist, Richard Feynman, explaining anti-matter, “I heard anti-matter is just normal matter but it’s gone back in time!” he said to Hast.

“That is interesting,” Hast said. “Do you mean that matter itself will become anti-matter if it goes back in time?”

“Yes, according to Feynman, a positron which is a well-known anti-matter particle is just being an electron that has gone back in time. That is why it has an opposite charge to the electron and why some scientists call it anti-electron,” Mark explained.

“I see,” Hast said, “but what if an electron collides with a positron? Would they annihilate each other?”

“Yes, according the documentary matter and anti-matter can’t mix in the same place,” Mark followed.

“I think this concept goes in line with the Zoroastrian’s belief that Ahriman is the god of anti-matter and he can’t exist in the this world without destroying it, and that is why Ohrmazd’s plan is to eliminate every source of anti-matter to help this universe reach its perfection,” Hast claimed. “It’s like two different pyramids. One has ‘three good’ at its base leading to the truth, ∞Illuhim∞. While the other pyramid base has ‘three evil’ leading to deception, or a fake reality ruled by Illuminati or Ahriman.”

Mark tried to conclude, “So in Zoroastrianism they have two separate pyramids each ruled by a deity with polar opposites, but in Abrahamic faith they don’t explicitly separate the two pyramids and there is only one deity, ∞Illuhim∞.”

“Yes, ∞Illuhim∞ is the ultimate ruler of both realities. The truth pyramid which leads us to heaven and everything good we envision for ourselves while the deception pyramid leads to hell and everything bad we envision for ourselves. Also, conceptually the god of Abrahamic faith is infinite. Even his name is an infinite set of letters, and nobody can spell or pronounce it. We are only able to see and pronounce a small portion of his name, Illuhim.”

Although Hast was a faithful follower of the Abrahamic faith, he never devalued the concepts and beliefs of other religions. He always thought that all faiths boiled down to the same core concepts and tenets in their purity and their ultimate goal was human salvation. Unfortunately, greed and evil always tried to hijack faith, and feed upon it and use it for its own deeds.

Chapter 19

Deep underground at an unseen site, an elevator had just reached the ground. Media Rozhgar pushed the button to open the elevator door, and the AI-robot installed inside had recognized her immediately enabling the red light to become green and the door to open. Leaving the elevator, Media walked along a long corridor which ended at a spacious hall full of computers, cameras and TV screens. At the center of it, sat the man of her dreams wearing a helmet and specially designed eyeglasses through which he was connected to the entire world: internet, news agencies and television programs, etc.

When he was underground, he preferred to be called
Young Nimrod
and he behaved as if he was in charge of and responsible for everything happening in the world.

When Media Rozhgar entered the hall, she saw that he looked exhausted. She thought his fatigue was from his viewing of all the horrible things happening in the world through his visual eyeglasses! ‘I need to stop him; otherwise, he will get seizures again.’ She called him but there was no response, so she looked at his hands and they were shaking. She immediately realized it was the seizures again, so she took the helmet and his eyeglasses off. His eyes were rolled upward and his teeth were clenched so Media quickly looked around and found a needle syringe on the table along with an ampule of diazepam, a seizure suppressant. To her it looked like he was expecting to have seizures again, so she grabbed his hand strongly and injected him with the ampule. His seizures gradually started to fade away, and he became sleepy, he looked into the eyes of his faithful lover. “I love you Media. Thanks for everything you have done for me,” he said.

“I love you too, so please don’t harm yourself again,” she said with eyes full of tears while she hugged her lover.

“I saw a lot of pain in the world today” he slurred. “Many children have died today in the world from hunger and from cancer. There was a video of a mother being hit by a car in front of her young daughter, and another video…”

“Please, stop!” Media urged him while hugging him. “You are not responsible for any of this, so don’t blame yourself.”

“They are all gone! They are all gone,” he kept repeating with tearful sorrowful eyes. “I need to do something.”

“Let it go. Let it go please,” Media said while putting
Young Nimrod
’s head on her lap.

“I want to marry you,” he said repeatedly as he gradually went into a deep sleep.

Media Rozhgar was deeply in love with
Young Nimrod
to the extent she was ready to sacrifice herself for him. She was attracted to people who had a strong sense of responsibility, and when she first saw him, she saw an aura of energy around him. It was so powerful she could have felt it from a distance, and at that moment, she decided to be with him even though he had betrayed her once, but she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. ‘This man wants to change the world to be a better place. No one else can do this, so I need to help him until the end,’ she told herself. She had met many people who said they wanted to change the world, but when
Young Nimrod
said it, it was like no one else. He meant something totally different, and he didn’t only mean to change the future to be better. He meant to change everything: the past, the present, and the future. ‘No one feels as responsible as he does. He is the only one who could hold himself responsible for everything just like God himself,’ she thought.

***

Young Nimrod
woke up the next morning in the bedroom of his underground operation. He looked at the table beside him and saw a toasted cheese sandwich, milk, and water there. ‘She’s saved me again,’ he thought to himself. He looked forward and saw the beautiful young lady coming forward to tell him something.

“Last night, you said you loved me,” she said.

He immediately realized that his frequent declarations of love for Media made her think that he wanted to progress their relationship to marriage, but because of his seizures last night, he couldn’t remember whether he said anything more than that. “Of course, I love you more than anything, but you know we can’t marry publicly. Don’t you?”

“I understand. Don’t worry, I was just teasing you!” Media gave him a kiss and walked back to the door. “Are you coming outside today?”

He looked at his watch then replied, “I will stay here for a bit longer. I need to finish something.”

“OK, but please don’t harm yourself again. I won’t be here to save you so be careful with your experiments,” she said then she walked toward the elevator and disappeared.

Young Nimrod
thought about her and wished he could do something to pay her back for her loyalty. ‘She is the most trusted person to me,’ he thought to himself. ‘I can’t trust anyone but her, and she helps me even though she doesn’t understand the details of my plan. She trusts my intentions, and she is everything to me. I need her to stay on my side until the end.’

After he ate his food, he went back to the hall of his main operations. He looked at the blue progress bars on the huge screen in front of him, and one of the progress indicators in front of him pointed to 99%. ‘The thrust engines are about to finish soon in Siberia.’ He remembered back to a few years ago when a company he owned went through all the hassle to convince China and Russia to provide some of their bordering towns and cities with very cheap electricity using his newly invented revolutionary electrical generators. However, since the installments were huge, they agreed to place them in Siberia in an empty, unpopulated spot exactly where
Young Nimrod
wanted! His company dealt with everything, and within a couple months he would be providing them with unlimited cheap energy, but with one twist, the electricity generation was not the true purpose of the project at all.

Another message appeared on one of the screens informing that the setup of the portable nuclear bag was complete and it was in a secure position in its final destination. Now it was ready to blow at a push of button controlled by
Young Nimrod
! It looked like everything was about to finish soon. ‘The world will soon see my master plan,’ he thought. He looked at another screen and saw a recent viral video of Padsha Mali pop up. In the video, the faith-healer was talking about the end-days and urging people to follow Abrahamic faith before the Judgment Day came. He was not a good preacher and had a croaky voice, but his healing power had made him a celebrity and made his videos and preaching go viral. Nevertheless, his physical features made people fear him at the same time because of his extreme resemblance to the Antichrist!

Young Nimrod
remembered the hassle he went through to find Padsha Mali after one of the labs sponsored by him were on the verge of finding a revolutionary cure for cancer,
Young Nimrod
immediately put a hold over the invention rights. He then changed the direction of the lab’s work to something else while he transferred the cure into the hands of a faith-healer to use it as a weapon, not an ordinary one, but a weapon that could change minds and challenge beliefs! Then he remembered his efforts to find the suitable faith-healer for that purpose. When he had examined the list of all the famous faith-healers around the world, he found several having a blind eye, but among them someone looked exactly like what he wanted! ‘Padsha Mali was my choice. There was no one better than him at representing the Antichrist!’

Next
Young Nimrod
sponsored and promoted all the videos and articles about him, so that the whole world knew about him. On the other hand,
Young Nimrod
needed to sponsor and promote all the videos and articles that showed him as the potential Antichrist. ‘I need people to know about the signs of the end-days and to believe that the apocalypse is near,’ he thought to himself. ‘I live in a lucky time where 95% of people are connected to the internet. I can make any idea go viral through sponsoring it with money.’

He then looked at another progress bar indicator which showed that 85% of the people online were currently estimated to know or at least heard about Padsha Mali and the signs of the end-days. ‘I need to increase this rate further; after all, the success of my plan depends entirely on it.’ He then assigned another 100 million dollars to promote Padsha Mali’s videos on various social media.

Then he walked toward a detailed schematic he had recently finished and to his masterpiece weapon, the death ray! This weapon was first suggested by the genius Nicola Tesla, and it shot a narrow but a powerful thunder-like ray to its victims burning them or even evaporating them immediately! Although the weapon was invented a long time ago, it was not adopted by the military. The world powers at the time didn’t find it effective and practical in real wars because the weapon needed much time for charging and powering before it could be used again for a subsequent shot, hence, soldiers could only shoot at one person at a time. Nevertheless,
Young Nimrod
thought it could be used to produce great fear and horror in the enemy’s eye if it was used properly.

The final thing that
Young Nimrod
needed for finalizing his plan was the powerful AI-hacker robot. It was currently under further development by a genius programmer hired by him, and the program once finished would be able to hack into any website, TV and media.

Then he looked at his helmet and the visual glasses at the center of his operation hall and asked himself, ‘How many people are suffering today?’ He held the eyeglasses out to have a peek at the day’s most tragic trends online but then he remembered Media’s words. ‘Wait, I shouldn’t do that. I can’t save them by looking at their misery. I need to stay healthy and live so that I can execute my master plan perfectly. After all, in a couple of months the world will see the light!’

Chapter 20

Mark was sitting in his small office at the ICPI department near the Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France. He was looking at his computer reading of the information he had received from the surveillance and monitoring of his suspects. The data he was looking at indicated that Prof. Sanders, among all the other suspects, was clearly hiding something. It was evident from the drastic changes in his behavior after Mark and Hast’s meeting with him, and he was now being very careful with his communications and phone calls by using encrypted messages, but whenever he needed to make an unencrypted call, he used code words in his language!

Mark also found within the data that the name
Young Nimrod
was repeatedly used as a funder or a contributor in many important labs around the world and not only in TNARK, however, each time the user had provided a false identification, image and address. It was very hard to track
Young Nimrod
’s true identity through the information Mark had. ‘This suspect is very careful,’ Mark thought to himself. ‘I hope that Ericson Sanders who is acting suspiciously is the person I’m looking for.’

     At that moment, Agent Roger entered Mark’s office. “I’ve found something interesting when I hacked into the email account of Ericson’s young secretary. Roger put an email print in front of Mark. “Look, Ericson’s secretary sent this to her sister:”

I think the cops are following me, and I’m so scared! What should I do now?

Mark read the email. “It’s obvious that Ericson’s secretary is hiding something from the police,” he said. “How would she know it was the police and why should she be scared of them?”

“Exactly, that is what I thought,” Roger said.

“Did you get her sister’s response?” Mark asked.

“Unfortunately not, but we retrieved another email she sent to her sister after her first one,” Roger said referring to another email.

Please don’t respond. I’m so stupid! I forgot my emails are not secure. I will meet you soon and we’ll talk together privately!

“My guess is that Prof. Sanders told his secretary to be careful with her communications, and once she found out that one of our cops was following her, she might have panicked and sent those emails to her sister,” Roger said.

“But why would she send emails to her sister and not to her boss, Prof. Sanders?” Mark asked.

“Probably, she had already told her boss since she would see him daily in his office, and I would guess Ericson might also know that we are following them,” Roger said.

Mark examined both emails carefully thinking, ‘Now, I know for sure that Prof. Sanders and his secretary are hiding something relevant to my quest. His lab has close links to Virtual-world™ who designed the suspicious gaming helmet. He is also a well-respected scientist with lots of links within TNARK and other labs around the world. If he is the one who is helping the faith-healer then I’m sure he is
Young Nimrod,
’ he thought to himself. “I need to know if Ericson has any links with the faith-healer,” Mark said.

“Padsha Mali?” Roger wondered.

“Yes,” Mark said. “From my investigations, I noticed many of the faith-healer’s online videos have been sponsored, and I would like know who is sponsoring them. He is also getting his healing power from a special water, and I don’t know where he is getting it from nor what supply he is holding, but I’m hoping that sooner or later the faith-healer will need more help from
Young Nimrod.
”

“I can easily track the accounts that sponsor Padsha Mali’s videos,” Roger said.

“I’m sure if you track them you will reach fake accounts and IDs, but it may be worthwhile monitoring Ericson and his secretary carefully as we might catch the tail sooner,” Mark said.

“Ericson knows that we are monitoring him so he is very careful,” Roger said.

“That is actually good for us. I’m sure he and his secretary are confused by now and sooner or later they will make a mistake and give us the evidence we need,” Mark suggested.