Terminal Reset - The Coming of The Wave - EPISODE ONE: Terminal Reset Series, #1.5

By A.E. Williams

A mysterious force from the past comes from outer space and creates massive changes on every world it impacts. Earth undergoes tremendous geopolitical and environmental effects, which cause the survivors to face unknown challenges.

Terminal Reset takes place in a Universe identical to our own. Familiar locations and situations suddenly take on new relevance.

PLEASE NOTE:

THIS BOOK IS THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF 'TERMINAL RESET - THE COMING OF THE WAVE' OMNIBUS EDITION AND INCLUDES 'RETURN OF THE WANDERERS'

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.E. Williams
• Release date: May 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386687542

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PROLOGUE

IF THERE BE LIGHT, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

― Pythagoras

"See yonder, lo, the Galaxyë

Which men clepeth the Milky Wey,

For hit is whyt."

—Geoffrey Chaucer

Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares it away, and in the end there is only darkness.

― Stephen King

IT WAS ONLY A FEW WEEKS after The Wave had hit the Earth, and Dr. Martin Groenig was miserable indeed.

He tried, again, to rise from his crib.

They keep me in a fucking CRIB! he mentally fumed.

He balled his tiny fists uselessly in frustration. He yelled out to the nurse, again.

For fuck’s sake, will you fucking change this motherfucking diaper?

His voice squeaked out the words indignantly.

Groenig, imprisoned for so long, had finally been on his way to permanent freedom when the Wave had hit, and he cursed again the absolute bad luck that had befallen him.

He had been found a few hours after Regression when someone actually had decided that they had better go looking for him.

The teenaged boys and twentyish man who came upon him were not sure they had actually found their target.

The man, an officer from Kirtland, recognized the Tesla weapon Groenig had utilized during his escape. He then saw the clothing swaddling the baby and made the correct determination.

The vague, distorted swearing sounds coming from the babe’s mouth confirmed his suspicions, and once more, Groenig was back in captivity.

Now, three weeks later, Dr. Martin Groenig squirmed around to attempt to get a better look at where that damned nurse was located, but his eyes still were not focusing very well, and his motor skills, for a seven-month-old baby boy, while in the average percentile, still were found lacking for his needs.

It was time to change his fucking diaper, and that bitch was nowhere to be seen.

He yelled as best as he could with his little lungs.

Nurse! For fucking fuck’s sake! My ass is covered in shit! Would you please get in here? NOW!!

Groenig looked at the monitors around his crib.

They were mostly just bright colors, but he and a few optics experts and a neuropathic pediatrician from the Lovelace Medical Center had managed to come up with an ingenious method by which he could babble at a microphone, and he could see what he was actually saying on the monitor.

It was a lot of work, but it was more the frustration of having a super-genius IQ mind in the body of a toddler that aggravated him.

As he lay there, waiting for his diaper to be changed,  he reviewed the information he had collected over the last few weeks.

He mentally perused the data regarding how The Wave had changed everything.

The military and government feeds he had demanded had yielded a few consistent results.

All organic matter had somehow reverted to a biological age of somewhere around forty years younger.

All over the globe, people had just vanished.

At first, many believed it to be the Biblical Rapture until it rapidly became evident that they were also changed.

People were Regressed approximately forty years.

There seemed to be some exceptions, with survivors reportedly claiming having been less than forty years old being regressed to an age of four or