Lord, mister.”
He laughed again, “Look at you judging when you crashed my event.”
“Um, there’s a bit of a difference between crashing an event and crashing a marriage.”
“Deceit is deceit, don’t you think?”
The microphone squealed just a little and the Master of Ceremonies said, “If I can have everyone return to their seats.”
“I believe you are at my table.” John, with a gentle hand, escorted her.
“Yeah, I’m not your mistress, keep that in mind, so I’m not putting out.”
“Ah, too bad for you.”
Nora opened her mouth to gasp in shock. He had to be joking, but she never found out.
A loud and deafening ‘boom’ resonated through the ballroom and the ground shook.
The entire room erupted with chaos. People screamed and ran about. Security made their way in, yelling out they were escorting people from the hotel.
John actually took interest in holding on to Nora, grasping her arm to see her out.
But he stopped in the middle of the ballroom.
“John?” Nora called him.
His hand released her and he swayed.
“Are you okay?”
“I can’t … I can’t see…” He blinked and then without warning, he toppled to the floor.
Nora shrieked and that was when she noticed, everyone started to drop. Thump. Thump. Thump. as they hit the floor.
Knowing that she had to get out, Nora raced toward the exit, stepping over fallen bodies. She nearly made it before her vision went. Things switched from cloudy to gray to black and then Nora, like John and everyone else, dropped to the floor.
It didn’t end there for her. She woke up to being wheeled down a hall.
She remembered everything. From the moment they put her in the encasement, until they shut out the lights in her room.
It was cold, so cold. She sensed her own heart rate dropping and breathing growing shallow.
This is death, she thought, then closed her eyes. I am dead.
Nora conveyed the entire sequence of events to everyone. It brought about ‘breath holding’ silence as they listened to every detail she recounted.
She snapped out of that memory a different person than the one who woke up in the Genesis unit. Nora knew who she was. Suddenly she felt who she was, she felt changed, and she also knew the reality that she had a family and missed them horribly.
“This is unreal,” Meredith said. “But it makes sense. Complete sense. This is a tank. A survival tank. John, what did the real Summer Rosewood do?”
“She was a scientist. She …”
“Perfect.” Meredith cut him off. “All of us have something to contribute to society. All of us had to have been placed here because there was an event. It makes sense. We are here with supplies to wait out some sort of catastrophic event.”
Jason scoffed. “That’s nonsense. What do I have to contribute?”
“Spirituality,” Meredith argued. “We need to check every locker to find out who was here and let Malcolm get back to cracking that computer.”
“No need,” The president entered the room speaking in a weak voice. It was sluggish, thick with phlegm. He coughed and sniffed. “No need. I remember a lot now. I think I can explain it. Or try.”
Fourteen – The Genesis Project
It wasn’t the captive audience he wanted. President Wilfred Thomas dreaded standing before the seven people he had only recently come to know in person. On paper, he knew them well, or at least their names.
All but Nora, he didn’t know her and there was a reason for that.
His memory wasn’t spot on. He didn’t have all the logistics. He knew enough that he could at least shed light on why he believed they were all there.
When he was released from the Genesis unit, he had very little memory. They were calling him ‘Mr. President’ but he wasn’t certain of that. As hours passed it felt right. But still no strong memory.
Then as he slept, it all came back. It crushed him emotionally and with a feeling of, “My God what have I done?” he folded. He cried for
He laughed again, “Look at you judging when you crashed my event.”
“Um, there’s a bit of a difference between crashing an event and crashing a marriage.”
“Deceit is deceit, don’t you think?”
The microphone squealed just a little and the Master of Ceremonies said, “If I can have everyone return to their seats.”
“I believe you are at my table.” John, with a gentle hand, escorted her.
“Yeah, I’m not your mistress, keep that in mind, so I’m not putting out.”
“Ah, too bad for you.”
Nora opened her mouth to gasp in shock. He had to be joking, but she never found out.
A loud and deafening ‘boom’ resonated through the ballroom and the ground shook.
The entire room erupted with chaos. People screamed and ran about. Security made their way in, yelling out they were escorting people from the hotel.
John actually took interest in holding on to Nora, grasping her arm to see her out.
But he stopped in the middle of the ballroom.
“John?” Nora called him.
His hand released her and he swayed.
“Are you okay?”
“I can’t … I can’t see…” He blinked and then without warning, he toppled to the floor.
Nora shrieked and that was when she noticed, everyone started to drop. Thump. Thump. Thump. as they hit the floor.
Knowing that she had to get out, Nora raced toward the exit, stepping over fallen bodies. She nearly made it before her vision went. Things switched from cloudy to gray to black and then Nora, like John and everyone else, dropped to the floor.
It didn’t end there for her. She woke up to being wheeled down a hall.
She remembered everything. From the moment they put her in the encasement, until they shut out the lights in her room.
It was cold, so cold. She sensed her own heart rate dropping and breathing growing shallow.
This is death, she thought, then closed her eyes. I am dead.
Nora conveyed the entire sequence of events to everyone. It brought about ‘breath holding’ silence as they listened to every detail she recounted.
She snapped out of that memory a different person than the one who woke up in the Genesis unit. Nora knew who she was. Suddenly she felt who she was, she felt changed, and she also knew the reality that she had a family and missed them horribly.
“This is unreal,” Meredith said. “But it makes sense. Complete sense. This is a tank. A survival tank. John, what did the real Summer Rosewood do?”
“She was a scientist. She …”
“Perfect.” Meredith cut him off. “All of us have something to contribute to society. All of us had to have been placed here because there was an event. It makes sense. We are here with supplies to wait out some sort of catastrophic event.”
Jason scoffed. “That’s nonsense. What do I have to contribute?”
“Spirituality,” Meredith argued. “We need to check every locker to find out who was here and let Malcolm get back to cracking that computer.”
“No need,” The president entered the room speaking in a weak voice. It was sluggish, thick with phlegm. He coughed and sniffed. “No need. I remember a lot now. I think I can explain it. Or try.”
Fourteen – The Genesis Project
It wasn’t the captive audience he wanted. President Wilfred Thomas dreaded standing before the seven people he had only recently come to know in person. On paper, he knew them well, or at least their names.
All but Nora, he didn’t know her and there was a reason for that.
His memory wasn’t spot on. He didn’t have all the logistics. He knew enough that he could at least shed light on why he believed they were all there.
When he was released from the Genesis unit, he had very little memory. They were calling him ‘Mr. President’ but he wasn’t certain of that. As hours passed it felt right. But still no strong memory.
Then as he slept, it all came back. It crushed him emotionally and with a feeling of, “My God what have I done?” he folded. He cried for
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