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of the tectonic plates. Even though he had checked the
movement graph less than six months ago and knew exactly what the change values
would indicate, he could not help himself from checking once more. According to
the matrix he’d created, the Earth had approximately five hundred years of
existence remaining, unless unexpected changes take place, such as an unmapped
object, changing its course and hitting the Earth from space, or nuclear
activity on the surface of the planet or its vicinity.
    Even though there was little time remaining, Joseph realized
that the boy was still incapable of handling the assignment he was destined to
perform. Adam was not yet ready, and his biomechanical stopwatch had not yet
fully developed. Joseph also didn’t know how the hell one could cope with the
vast challenge of saving humanity?
    While Stein was sunk in thought, the attacking forces had
dispersed and disappeared in the watercraft and aircraft they had arrived with
a few minutes before. The people who had gathered, at a safe distance so they
could watch the events out of harm’s way, also returned to their own affairs.
For the time being, Joseph decided to sever all contact. He knew that Adam was
now in good hands, the best he could wish for.

Chapter 9
    The cabin’s door was swallowed into the adjacent wall with the
silent sound typifying enclosed and air conditioned spaces. To the small room
into which he had been led two hours before, entered two men wearing
close-fitting black suits that covered their bodies and heads. Without saying a
word, they signaled for Adam to follow them with cold politeness. Stunned and
powerless, he rose and joined his guards.
    They marched silently down a wide corridor, passed several
closed doors and finally stopped in front of a door that appeared exactly like
that of the cabin he had just left. One of the guards raised his arm and
extended the back of his hand toward the door. Adam immediately realized,
without any explanations, that the guard was doing that to allow the
recognition of the chip implanted (implachip ©) inside his hand. He recalled
with a smile the implant his father had in his hand and the frustration he’d
expressed each time he needed to open a door manually. The memory of his
deceased father was like a sharp blow and he felt his feet buckling under him.
It’d been a long time since such an intense memory of his dead parents had
engulfed him and the pain stabbed his back and travelled down to his legs. His
guards noticed his collapse and hurried to support him before he could fall
down. He clung to them for a brief moment, regained his breath and steadied
himself. The door was swallowed into the wall and the three of them entered a
large white room. The guards let go of him and went out of the room silently,
leaving him alone. Adam felt he was standing in the middle of a sealed white
cube – the walls of the white room where barren of shelves and paintings, a
small table and simple looking armchairs were the only furniture, the sensation
was definitely unpleasant.
    “You may sit down,” the voice of a woman was heard behind
him. He turned around quickly and stared at a woman with the darkest skin he
had ever seen. Like most women in the world, she was ageless, tall and slender,
her face curiously angular and her large dark eyes appearing like two fiery
brands. The woman ignored his embarrassed stare, walked past him and sat in one
of the armchairs. When she’d passed him by, a gentle and unfamiliar scent had
engulfed him for a moment. He followed her example, sat on a different armchair
and waited.
    “Do you have any idea why you’re being chased?”
    He heard the trace of a foreign accent in her English, but
could not recognize its origin. In spite of the fact that each superpower had
maintained a single main language, English remained the official
world-language. Besides that, the translation implant (Transplant ©) in his ear
allowed him to understand any spoken language