Broken Symmetries: Age of Illuminati (20 page)

Chapter 33

Far away in an unpopulated land at the border of China and Siberia where a few months ago big generators which had the revolutionary technology to provide cheap electricity to many Chinese and Russian town cities were installed, Mr. Chee, an independent old farmer who was working in a nearby region, felt  subtle but persistent vibrations in the ground  beneath him. In the distance, he saw a huge amount of smoke coming out from thousands of huge thrusting engines as they expelled large amounts of fire and smoke visible behind the mountains. ‘Is this how the new technology works to generate electricity?’ he asked himself. ‘This is very noisy and looks very bad for the environment. I need to file a complaint against this project,’ he said to himself as he took out his mobile and took a picture of part of the thrusting engines which looked like huge space rockets tilted to the south and which belched a huge tail of fuel to the north. When the farmer tried to share the picture on social media, he noticed there was no internet connection!

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              On the other side of the planet in the middle of Atlantic Ocean, Admiral Brown, the head of US submarine number-234 had received some emergency orders to stay ready for a nuclear war, but after that, suddenly he lost his connection with his command center. He no longer knew what to do, and he realized he had lost the satellite connection with the entire world. Then he ordered the submarine staff to take the submarine to the surface again, and from the zoom of the periscope he noticed something strange was happening on some of the isolated Atlantic islands. There were  over a hundred huge thrusting engines expelling their powerful thrusts toward the south. ‘What the hell is this?’ he asked himself. ‘Just two months ago there was nothing on these islands. Are we in a wrong location or has someone created an entire industry on these isolated islands within such a short period?’

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The head of Interpol, Sir Farad, was very worried and angry after he received a sudden harsh warning of a near apocalypse from one of his agents, and now that the nuclear war had started between the world’s major powers, many cities reported earthquakes and tsunamis especially on in southern European cities. ‘Is all this chaos due to the nuclear war or is it the apocalyptic end that many religious clerics predicted in the last few months?’ he thought. ‘How was it possible that Interpol’s intelligence system couldn’t predict this sudden eruption of chaos?’ He tried again to contact his agent, Mark, but all of Interpol’s major communication systems were corrupted! They could no longer use their satellite system, and every electronic device was suddenly down due to an unrecognized computer virus which had globally infected all computers.

Interpol called some of their most intelligent IT members to fix the problem and get rid of the virus. Sir Farad also ordered two of their airplanes to head to Padsha Mali’s town in response to Mark’s request, but now he had lost connection with them too! Farad thought he needed to contact with Mark again at any cost because it seemed that he was the only one holding essential information! He remembered Mark’s last words before the connections failed telling him the name of the main culprit!

“When will you be able to fix the satellite system?” he asked the IT staff furiously
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“Who could build such unfixable virus; don’t we have the best hackers and computer scientists in the world?!”

“We already got rid of the hacking virus, but we still don’t know why it’s not working yet!” the staff member said while scratching his head.

After few hours of hard and tedious work, one IT staff member concluded, “I guess there is another problem. The virus was just a decoy to misdirect us from the real problem!” He claimed, “Our GPS system can no longer locate any of our satellites!!!”

“How can they all disappear from our system at once?” Farad asked.

“Oh, I’ve found one,” one of the team members said. “I think our satellite locations have changed in space, but they are still there.”

“Who could change the location of all our space satellites?” he asked. “Can’t we fix that soon? I really need to communicate with our agent, Mark, ASAP.”

“I’m afraid not, sir. It looks like our satellite positions in the space are continuously changing, and they look like they are moving!” the IT man said.

“That is so strange. Who is controlling their movement?” he asked.

“If you give us some time to monitor their speed and direction then we can redirect our receivers on the ground accordingly. We can then fix the communications, but I’m afraid we will need some time to do that,” the IT man suggested.

Farad recalled that they were not the only ones having problems with their satellite and communications system, but all the TV stations and communication systems around the world seemed to have stopped! ‘How can someone control the movement of all the satellites at once!’ he thought. ‘Could it be the earth itself is changing direction? This could explain the earthquakes and tsunamis!’

Chapter 34

October 25, 2060 was a remarkable date in human history. After many decades humans had kept relative peace, and there had been no major world wars after World War II. This war was not like any war before, and humans had reached their peak destructive power with nuclear weapons which could wipe out cities in a blink of an eye. A huge number of casualties, not within years but within hours, could happen, and people were displaced all around from fear, earthquakes and tsunamis. People were too scared to go back to their homes, so some of them decided to stay in the streets while others decided to camp in the holy
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houses praying for God.

Everyone looked for answers for what was happening, but nobody was able to give a convincing answer. All of a sudden TV stations and the social media all stopped working! People couldn’t communicate through their mobile phones. Everybody started to ask whether it was Doomsday.

Despite all the chaos and destruction, Padsha Mali’s TV was the only working TV station! At that moment, its screen was only showing a countdown, and the countdown was showing five hours and was ticking down! ‘What does that mean?’ people asked themselves as everyone started to tune their TV to that station when they realized it was the only working channel. All of the big screens in the streets and city centers were now tuned toward that TV channel, so that the people who were staying in the streets could watch! People were asking themselves, ‘Why is Padsha Mali’s TV station still working? Is he the one responsible for all the calamities happening now? Is he the one who started the nuclear war, and why has he done that? Is he really the Antichrist?’

That moment Kate Gould was in Cambridge among a large group of people gathering to look at one of the big screens in Midsummer common showing the countdown on Padsha Mali’s TV, and then she remembered Mark and his colleague’s visit to her place in Trinity college a few months ago asking about Newton’s prediction for the date of Doomsday. At that time she didn’t take what the two men were investigating seriously, but after their visit, she started to see and hear weird things on social media: missing nuclear heads, appearance of  a faith-healer with miraculous powers, then all the social media’s hailing about the Antichrist and the apocalypse. And now, she was witnessing a total chaos. ‘What is really happening?’ she asked herself. ‘Mark might know something about this.’ She took out her cellphone to call Mark only to remember that there was no communication signal!

Chapter 35

Hast and Mark were now in their private jet heading to New Delhi, and they would reach their destination in less than an hour but the pilot realized it was becoming increasingly more difficult to navigate through the air using the available navigation system inside the jet. He couldn’t depend on the landmarks below him either as they were changing independent of the jet’s movement! The radar system and AI-computer inside the plane showed extreme difficulty in calculating the target destination accurately.

“The navigation on bigger planes will be impossible,” Mark claimed. “I don’t think the back up from Interpol will be able to reach us.”

“Will we be able to fly over Padsha Mali’s place peacefully when we arrive?” Hast asked.

“I think we should land somewhere close before reaching New Delhi. I’m sure we will be taken down by force if we go further,” Mark said to the pilot.

“I think so too. Someone who goes this far will not let airplanes fly off easily,” Hast said.

“OK,” the jet pilot said. “There are no nearby airports, so I will land on any empty field near the town directly beneath us, but the landing might be a bit difficult, so hold on!” he said while bringing the airplane’s nose down. As the jet crashed into some hard bumps during the landing, Hast felt again the pain of his recent injuries in his arm and leg, but fortunately the landing was safe.

“Are you guys OK?” the pilot asked when the landing was complete.

“I guess so,” Hast answered.

“I don’t think I can take off from here,” the pilot said. “There is some damage to its tires, but I will try to stay in the plane awaiting any signal from Interpol headquarters.”

Hast and Mark left the pilot and the jet walking toward the center of the nearby small town. Even though it was late at night, Hast and Mark could see huge crowds of people on the streets and roads wandering around and talking to each other. Many seemed to be afraid to enter or go near large buildings. Hast remembered his nightmare where he saw the feared crowd marching toward their Judgement.

He began to pray in his heart for the people. While he was looking around, he noticed many people gathered around a huge screen at the center of their town looking and waiting for a countdown which was four hours to zero at that moment. He asked someone in the crowd, “What is this?”

“It’s Padsha Mali’s TV station, and it’s the only TV channel working,” someone answered in the crowd.

“So what do you think Padsha Mali is?” Hast asked someone in the crowd t
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see what the general public was thinking about him at that moment.

“What! You haven’t figured it out yet?” someone in the crowd replied. “He is the Antichrist; he is the one responsible for the world war and everything.”

“And how do you know he is the responsible one?” Hast asked.

“Look, why is his the only TV station that is working and all the other TV stations are disrupted! Also, haven’t you seen his face? All the signs of Antichrist are there, or maybe you haven’t read the holy§cript at all?” he asked Hast.

Hast stayed there for a while asking several other people in the crowd to get their general opinion. He realized that the situation was very complex to explain to people, and nobody would believe him anyway. They were all preoccupied with what they saw as the truth! He needed to do something soon before the countdown reached the zero hour. The darkness of the night started to fade, and it was going to become morning soon!

“I think we need to go to the Padsha Mali’s town as soon as possible,” Hast said to Mark.

“We need to get a car then,” Mark said.

At that moment the dark sky suddenly got brighter, and a ray of light appeared though sky on the horizon. Some people were shocked in their places, and one shouted in surprise, “Hey look at the sun!”

“It is rising from the west!!” another one shouted loud in the crowd.

Mass hysteria started upon seeing the sun rising from the west! This was the final major sign before the Antichrist arrived! Someone in the crowd warned other people, “I think the best thing to do now is to run away as far as we can from Padsha Mali. He is the Antichrist, and when the hour zero comes, he will reveal his true face and he is going to kill and torture anyone who doesn’t submit to him and recognize him as God!”

Some people began running toward the holy
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house building nearby the town center while others gathered attentively around the TV screens.

“Why don’t you wait for a scientific explanation for this?” Mark asked someone from the crowd who was urging people to run away from this town.

“Science! Pfff,” he answered. “They filled our heads with global warming and hitting meteors, but who predicted today? Ha! Was it science or the holy§cript?”

Hast looked at the far side of the town to a main road. “I’m going to Padsha Mali’s town,” he said while starting to run toward that road.

“OK, hold on! I will come with you,” Mark said as he started to follow him. Once they reached the main road, they raised their hands to stop the coming cars hoping that one would stop for them. After trying several cars, finally one car stopped. A guy in his late 30s was driving it.

“What can I do for you?” the driver said.

“Could you please take us to Padsha Mali’s town on your way?” Hast asked.

“You are lucky. I’m going there myself so get in,” the driver said.

“Thank you a lot,” Hast said while opening the back door to enter the car.

“By the way, my name is Bakir,” the driver said.

“I’m Hast and this is my colleague Mark,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

As the car drove, a curious conversation started about each one’s motive to go to Padsha Mali’s town.

“Can I ask why are you going to Padsha Mali at this time?” Bakir started.

Hast realized it was complicated to explain the situation since they don’t even know the mindset of their driver or his pre-occupations, but Mark came up with the answer. “Once I had cancer and he cured me.”

“Oh, interesting. He also cured my mother from her advanced breast cancer,” Bakir said.

Hast realized Mark’s answer was a good starter for conversation. Now they knew Bakir’s mindset. He was someone who felt he owed Padsha Mali, so he trusted him and wanted to visit him despite all the recent horror stories and accusations about him! Bakir wanted to get answers himself.

“I saw a lot of cars on the other side of the road driving away from Padsha Mali’s town, so we were lucky to find you,” Hast said.

“These people are crazy. Padsha Mali is a good person,” Bakir said. “God has blessed his hands with healing power, and he himself doesn’t ask people for anything. From the day he cured my mother I have watched most of his preaching, and he always asks people to worship the true God, ∞Illuhim∞. He has never asked anyone to do otherwise.” Bakir continued, “Only because of some silly physical resemblance, people are accusing him unfairly of being the Antichrist, and that is so rude! He’s only a guy who wants to help us.”

Hast sensed Bakir’s feelings and his thirst for the truth, so he patted Bakir’s shoulder to reassure him. “Don’t worry; Padsha Mali is not the Antichrist.”