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Atlantic Bridge -1-

(Prologue)

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October 7th, 2060  Atlantic Ocean

Three miles down, on the ocean floor, no light penetrates. There are creatures here that, if they tried to swim up into shallower waters, would simply explode. It is a cold, dark, forbidding place.  A tight narrow beam scythes through the inky blackness. It is the mining research vessel, Forager 2. Arnie Swan is at the controls. A solitary man, this job is his life. He takes a perverse pleasure in knowing that the pressure from the billions of tons of seawater surrounding his sub could crush it like a bean can. He scours the sea bed for anomalies that might suggest a new mineral vein. Suddenly, terribly, the all-encompassing blackness is banished, and up ahead the sea begins to glow, and the strange creatures that inhabit these depths flee from the orange-red incandescence that is theoretically impossible at this depth…unless… Arnie punches his comm. device and begins to relay an urgent message to the “Babysitter” research vessel riding the waves above. His terrified last words are: “Skipper, sighted and confirmed: seismic activity, bearing…” before the ocean floor erupts in a frenzy of boiling magma. Forager 2 is gone, in its place, a new mountain, and an ongoing cataclysm.

World News Network: Headlines October 8th 2060

The unprecedented cataclysm that hit the Northern Hemisphere yesterday has left the planet irrevocably changed. Disaster Response Teams are trying to cope with the terrible flooding devastating the East Coast of America and the Western UK.  Both the governments of the US and the UK have issued a statement pledging unity and support for each other in the face of this unprecedented crisis. It is believed that over half a million have perished in the aftermath. A spokesman for Musharraf Bin Laden, Leader of the Islamic Empire said: “Allah’s sword is swift and strong.”
Meanwhile, the Atlantic viewed from Space is a changed sight. Challenger 10 sent new pictures today that show a new chain of islands stretching, almost unbroken, from 2 miles off the coast of Maine to 3 miles from Eriskay in the Outer Hebrides. These tiny islands, are , in fact, enormous mountains that have thrust through the earth’s crust for many thousands of feet, some of them breaking the surface.  END REPORT.

June 3rd 2062 Washington , USA

Dan Hunter was up to his eyes in paperwork. He knew he should never have taken the desk job, but, hell, the money was good, and Mary had always wanted that new Dodge Challenger.  He had a good life, and he often thought that it was because he could quite literally never take his work home with him. He was bound to secrecy from the moment he stepped out into the Washington streets. Now, he was readying himself to do just that, when his deskscreen began to flash. It was an IIC, (Incoming International Communique) Priority One. IIC 1’s were almost exclusively from the UK, and were to be dealt with immediately. The government were decidedly nervous about that isolated outpost of democracy, and kept close tabs on it.
Dan punched it up. It was a request for an urgent meeting with the three most senior civil engineers in the U.S., plus the Chiefs of staff, from their opposite numbers in the UK, plus the world-renowned architect Marius Cassel.  He was intrigued, but set the request in motion, threw his coat on, and headed for the secure exit, leaving, as always, his job behind him.

June 4th 2062 Eriskay, the Western Isles

Marius Cassel pulled his overcoat tightly around him as he stepped out of the Offroader. The cold Scottish wind whipped across the causeway that stretched over to claim landfall with South Uist.  He surveyed the old land bridge, built nearly sixty years ago, and still weathering the Hebridean storms, it curved around in a graceful arc linking the island chain, the old fishing boats of South Uist just visible across the water on the old stone quayside, raised up on blocks for repairs. He’d come up here for a number of reasons, The string of islands here and their interconnecting old stone causeways had  been the springboard for an unimaginable, fantastical engineering scheme, but more importantly, the incredible geological upheaval two years ago had unwittingly changed the destiny of this tiny Scottish island. As he waited for the helicopter to take him back to London, his brilliant mind focused on his incredible new vision…..

© Kev Moore 2008 All rights reserved

(Next instalment Saturday 10th.January)

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  2. Hey, are you chanelling Michael Crichton by any chance?
    I do rather like his work and this reminds me of it,because of the complexity of the developing plot.
    keep up the good work!!

    Comment by viv66 | January 7, 2009

  3. Well Kev Moore, this is a deep atmosphere of international tension you have already created in some lines …
    I get quite emotional when I am reading about the Hebridean Islands and South Uilst… I wonder if you knew, as we were there, that some weeks later you will start a novel where these islands would appear in the first chapter… quite strange now, because due to the fact that we were there, it feels as what you are writing is not fiction but reality…

    Comment by Miki | January 7, 2009

  4. i am really impressed with the depth of vision and imagination here; the idea of the seismic event creating a new island chain has quite scared me in fact.

    Comment by viv66 | January 8, 2009

  5. Thanks for your kind comments, all! I quite scared myself, writing this in fact!
    …and Miki, I feel the fiction blurs with reality as you say, because of the places we visited, but I wanted that realistic edge to a fantastical story.

    Comment by kevmoore | January 8, 2009

  6. I have not abandoned you Kev. In fact I have been a daily lurker reader and have to say bro this is a damn fine start of a novel. I am proud of you for having the courage to just put it all out there and this is from my experience a very — very — difficult thing to do. Well done and again a great idea for a book well written.

    Comment by Michael | January 9, 2009

  7. Thanks for the kind words Michael. It was with some trepidation that I pressed the “publish” button, knowing that this was committing myself to finishing the novel, but well, we’re off and running!

    Comment by kevmoore | January 9, 2009

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