Unfolding The Mystery: Stranded in Time 3

By Carl Johnson

THE MYSTERY OF HUMAN EXISTENCE
HUMANS ARE ON THE BRINK OF EXTINCTION!

Kenneth and Savannah successfully identified a spy within the underwater factory in the submarine, Heraclion. However, they couldn’t stop the spy in bombing the Okuda Drive when he was discovered.

Kenneth rushed right into the face of danger and saved the director from the fire. However, in the aftermath of the explosion, he falls into an inexplicable sleep.

The possibility of losing Kenneth has never become so tangible to Savannah until that moment. The mere idea of him just being gone scares her as she tries to understand her feelings for him.

As Kenneth, Savannah, and Unquill draw closer and closer to the truth, danger also starts to catch up with them. Now that they have discovered a spy within Heracleion, would there be more out there, too?

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“How do you all stay alive without having to eat food? How exactly does it work?” Kenneth asked the doctor.

“Well, I see no harm in explaining. A hole opens up in your palette. From there, chemicals drip down into your digestive system. These chemicals are then processed as nourishment for your body. The chemicals originate partly through the absorption of light through the skin, but also through the inhalation of oxygen.

“At some point in the past, human beings evolved to the point where these two processes, already occurring within your body, served to provide enough sustenance for the body. The key chemical you need to know is called glucose. Plants in your time converted sunlight into glucose through a process called photosynthesis. Though the process in the human body is different, the result is the same.

“It just so happens that the method of eating food for nutrients proved to be an inefficient method of sustaining the human body. Many by-products were created through the consumption of food. Absorbing sunlight in a more efficient manner cut out the middleman. I believe that is the correct term?”

Kenneth put his hands on his lap with a speculative expression on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. “Yeah, I think middleman is right. What you mean about photosynthesis or glucose or anything, I vaguely remember . I think I might have been asleep the day we've had that in science class.”

Doctor Andrew regarded Kenneth with a kind expression. “Then, suffice to say, you need to eat more food if you wish to avoid another episode of falling asleep prematurely.”

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Oct 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310609794

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Unfolding The Mystery

By Carl Johnson

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Day Nine

Chapter One

PRESIDENT KUNAN SLAAN of Jakarta had been an impossibly busy man since he assumed the leadership responsibilities previously handled by the Council of Thirds. Being president of one of the world's largest cities, the responsibility for the upkeep and maintenance of the world's central computer had been difficult.

Since he had gone to his office early in the morning from the previous day, he at once had been bombarded with problems, demands, requests, threats, and an odd video communique.

The video clip was of a man in Scandinavia who blubbered out incoherent words while crying and sobbing. Kunan had tried to have the communique translated, only to find that the man spoke gibberish even in his own native language.

Trying to see what might have spurred the man into sending a message, Kunan took a cursory look at the situation in Scandinavia. The computer showed no problems in that region, just some citizens advocating a return to the fascist state of their ancestors, marching around with colorful signs.

The computer contained no data on a significant problem in the region either, as recorded by future historians. He decided that if the Scandinavian wanted to talk again, he would have to send another message. The first one had come through easily enough, but he had left no information on how Kunan might get in touch with him.

Each region operated under its own set of laws and guidelines. The people in charge ruled with an absent-mindedness that spurred Kunan's curiosity.

He had always thought the world to be a carefully controlled, meticulously engineered place where varying societies, belief systems, and languages worked together for the common good of all. He found that the truth proved to be very different when he went through the business of processing the documents sent to him by each region's leaders,

The world today was a place where people did as they chose, and governments had given up the idea of trying to control populations. People no longer needed to eat, so no one controlled the food supply. Most people kept their jobs for hundreds of years, so they did not worry about money to pay their bills.

In President Slaan's opinion, the role of government in the 73rd century was just to collect taxes so that the leaders might live a privileged life of luxury.

As someone with a sizable fortune himself, Kunan knew the idea of luxury to be fiction. He could buy an expensive house, own a lot of land, and speculate in this business venture or that new market. Yet at the end of the day, it all meant nothing if he did not feel secure about the way in which he lived.

People had wealth and wanted more wealth. They hired security guards, even mercenary armies, all with the notion of protecting themselves. He wondered how those people would react if he told them that security could be had at a very low price: the truth.

All he had to do was tell the truth. If his three years as president were any indication, he knew that people liked hearing the truth.

At various periods during history, leaders had been overthrown because they kept lying. They never wanted to admit the simple truth that something bad had happened on their watch. One lie led to another, and the leaders backed themselves into a corner where they had no choice but to suppress the truth, wherever it might appear.

For all the trouble he had encountered during his first day on the job, Kunan had decided at once that he would not utter a single lie about anything that happened in the world.

For instance, he would not cloud the facts when it came to the South American region being one of the most prosperous regions in the world.

This fact was generally not known. Everyone, even he, himself, had believed that the European region enjoyed the most economic success. However, the numbers told a different story. Quietly, and without fanfare, South America had left the rest of the world behind as they enjoyed unparalleled prosperity.

He supposed that recording such a fact into the central computer where anyone might see would upset the leaders of Europe. Some of them might even send him angry videos expressing their displeasure.

The thought of the overweight man from Brussels shouting into a video camera amused the president of Jakarta. He decided that it would be worth it just to see the man's face turning red as all his bottled-up anger finally broke loose.

Even though he had woken up early, his morning had been taken up with writing or recording responses. Noon had struck by the time he had cleared out his queue for the day. Then, the real work began.

He knew that his role would not last, and that the Council of Thirds would eventually re-form. After Kunan centered himself, he thought that they might be upset with him after using all their