Eden Redux
The Brave New World
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Adam threw his right leg over the muscled up quarter horse from hell, landing hard in the heavy roping saddle, keeping his eyes on her ears. “Let her go,” he said. “Don’t do this,” Kay pleaded. “I can ride her.” “Please.” Kay released the thick rope tethering the horse to the barn wall. The mare had almost pulled the heavy metal ring out of the 6 x 6 post it was bolted to. Ears back, she snorted and threw her head, nearly smashing his face, but Adam was fast, weight in the stirrups and out of the saddle before the sledge hammer flattened his nose. He took a deep breath, gripping the reins in his left hand and choking the horn with his right. He was taking no chances with this bitch. “She’s crazy,” Kay said, under her breath and jumped back as the horse spun, sparks flying from her steel shoes, sliding on the rough concrete floor of the barn, spastic, breaking through the open twelve foot barn door and out into the bright cold December morning. Kay watched, paralyzed, unable to breathe, as her third husband, a doctor, an idiot, who thought he could do anything, held onto this explosion of head and hoof, a blur of mane and tail, a hurricane of spinning, bucking madness. She reared, wasn’t going to stop, going all the way over. Adam had cleared before and he flung his left leg, spinning his body and pushing away from the homicidal mare with his right stirrup. He hit the hard gravel road on his back, landing with a sickening thud. No time to roll, he watched in slow motion as the horse turned her head, looking down at him, red demonic eyes sighting in her target, shifting her body in midair and crashing down upon him. He felt his right femur snap as the cantle of the big saddle crushed his thigh. The 1,200 pound horse, head down the slope, flung her head, rocking violently, trying to right herself only to shift and pulverize his left femur. He could hear the bone crack and knew the feral horse would crush his pelvis with the next blow. He watched her, indifferent, unconcerned, rise from the killing field and casually walk to the fence to eat the frosty grass, leaving the crushed remains of a once proud man twisted and helpless on the cold hard road. “Kay,” he heard himself cry. He watched as Kay, his nurse, his wife, picked up his right foot hanging backward down the gully beside the road, numb from the 20 degree winter and lack of blood flow. She turned it around and held traction on it with one hand as she pulled out her cell and called the ambulance with the other. “Adam,” Kay said, “Wake up. It’s alright. I’m here. You’re having that nightmare again, baby.” “She tried to kill me.” “I know, baby. That was a long time ago. You’re OK.” Adam lay in the bed, eyes wide, in a pool of sweat, breathing hard, heart racing, pounding thunder in his head. He blinked hard, squeezing out tears to clear his blurry vision. “I’m never going to get that day out of my head,” he said, “You are Adam White, carrier of The One Virus, giver of the Gift of Life. The One healed you. It’s finished. Those years of pain and suffering are gone, baby. You’ll never have to endure that torment again.”
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Adam and Kay White are carriers of The One Virus, a genetic fountain of youth. They have made billions of dollars disseminating the virus, which is sexually transmitted, to the rich and famous. Now they are being studied by scientists and doctors at the NIH to see what makes them special. Their Carrier state is different from those who simply receive a single Gift of the viral infection. They were inseminated by The One himself and thus are filled with a limitless self replenishing source of the virus to repair their DNA, cure all disease, detoxify any drug or poison, maintain eternal youth and give them immortality, barring some catastrophic injury. After they run the painful gauntlet at the NIH, they return to their home, and the first home of The One, Aruba. There they are informed that The One, who has been in Jerusalem building the third temple, his new residence, wants to create 12 truly immortal creatures he calls Disciples, who will share in his power and will be able to create carriers. The One wants 144,000 carriers. They will be distributed throughout the remaining populated world- in The Creation of Adam, an asteroid hit China on Christmas Day, 2012, creating a toxic cloud of dust that killed off most of the population of equatorial earth. By absorbing the wealth of the world through The Gift of Life, financial control of the world will be achieved. All that’s left is political control and The One will have brought the world to its knees without firing a shot.
About the Author
Nicolai Andreyevich, orphaned as an infant in Kaliningrad, was adopted by one of the Russian Mafia’s most feared crime bosses at the age of two, his penetrating brown eyes, irresistible to the man he resembled and who claimed to be his father. Fourteen years later, young Nicolai was forced to flee his opulent world after a violent coup left his family bleeding on the marble floor of their villa in Sochi. Raised by his father’s mistress, who took diamonds and cash from the house safe after the attack and used forged passports to elude those who sought to eliminate the heir to his father’s throne, Nicolai studied in Israel, under another name, and when a Palestinian rocket attack killed this woman, whom he had loved, and wounded him on the streets of Ashkelon, he took what was left of the family wealth, boarded a ship and sailed to Aruba. His love for the island has grown through the years and is clearly demonstrated in his work.