On The Other End Of The Wolrd E-Book

Markus Kasper

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 420

Beschreibung

Are we driving the world to destruction? 2030 - 2040 - 2050... Do our politicians really lack knowledge, despite the annual climate reports from the United Nations, or do they simply lack empathy for future generations? The melting of permafrost soils is the starting point. The WFA (World For All), a top-notch NGO, spectacularly kidnaps the heads of state of the G-20 countries to explain the facts of the apocalypse to them in high-tech intensive seminars. On a small South Pacific island made invisible by a newly developed magnetic shield for eyes and radar, we witness the leaders of states from the outside in... Trump, Trudeau, Merkel, Putin, Xi Jinping, Macron, without their protective governments and without filters... However, there are strong, dangerous enemies. Will our heroes survive history and serve the world a dose of harsh reality? Excitement and information are guaranteed!

Leseprobe

Markus Kasper

On The Other End Of The Wolrd

Novel to save the world

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Prologue

THERE IS NO PLANET B

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 45

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 48

CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 50

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 52

CHAPTER 53

CHAPTER 54

CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 56

CHAPTER 57

CHAPTER 58

CHAPTER 59

CHAPTER 60

CHAPTER 61

CHAPTER 62

CHAPTER 63

CHAPTER 64

CHAPTER 65

Impressum neobooks

Prologue

"On the other end of the world"

Novel to save the world

Thriller

Markus Kasper

Translation from German: Laura Kim Dunbar-Redl

To Elisabeth my wonderful wife,

to Philip, Anna, Elena, Elias,

to Greta and her combatants,

to the world.

The processes in nature are simple yet complex. The coexistence and prosperity of different species, including plants and animals, has evolved over the course of millions of years.

The big picture comprises of many cogs, both small and minute in nature. Similar to mechanics, every gear or toothed wheel counts equally - regardless of its size. If one breaks or wears down, the whole thing can no longer work effectively in the long run. Centuries can pass before being noticed.

The same applies to the symbiotic relationship between the monkshood plant (Aconitum napellus) and the monkshood bumblebee (Bombus gerstaeckeri). The monkshood bumblebee is the only insect species that is able to pollinate the monkshood and thus enable its reproduction and survival. It has a particularly long drinking organ which it uses to slurp up the monkshood nectar. To get to the nectar, the bumblebee has to crawl into the flower. In doing so, it picks up the pollen from the monkshood. Only at this point, has it penetrated far enough within to absorb the nectar on which it feeds.

The monkshood plant has since been displaced by huge monocultures, and with it, the monkshood bumblebee. One thing is for certain: if this bumblebee dies out, so too will the monkshood plant. A vicious circle in that, without the monkshood plant, this unique bumblebee will cease to exist…

Morea

Morea is a deserted island located in the South Pacific, about a 150 km from the island of Tahiti, with no natural resources.

Having a small population, comprising mostly of fishermen and those living off the very limited tourism, it is an ideal location for dropouts, and just simply not that easy to get to.

The island is shaped like a triangle or the dorsal fin of a large fish. The highest point is Mount Tohivea, which rises 1207 meters above sea level. Morea is an atoll formed from igneous rock from 2 million years ago. The climate is humid, tropical and warm, resulting in an abundance of fauna and lush flora. Temperatures are pretty constant throughout the year, with a range between 28 ° and 30 ° Celsius. Most of the rain falls from December to February, with the driest time being from July to September. There is usually a constant wind with no dangerous animals.. The main hindrance and annoyance for tourists on the island are the mosquitoes and sand fleas. This can, however, easily be resolved with mosquito repellent and long clothing.

PERMAFROST

The day on which Austria's environmental resources were exhausted in 2019, the ecological “exhaustion day” has moved forward to July 22nd.

All reports on environmental disasters in the last decade can be attributed to the thawing of permafrost. When permafrost is frozen, plant material in the soil – called organic carbon – cannot decompose or rot away. As the permafrost melts, microbes begin decomposing this material. This process releases huge amounts of greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide and methane into the atmosphere. Thawing permafrost can cause infrastructural damage to roads, power lines, gas pipes and other pipelines, they sink and often burst beyond repair.

The Russian-Siberian taiga is a region that is extremely susceptible to this thawing, with an estimated 40 million climate refugees to be expected.

- The UN's climate protection commissioner forecasts between 500 million and 2 billion climate refugees worldwide in the foreseeable future!

- Areas mainly affected: Equatorial Africa and Indonesia. Both regions are victims of industrialized countries and those wishing to become industrialized..

THERE IS NO PLANET B

Stockholm, August 2019

In Hagaparken, one of the largest parks in Stockholm in the Solna district, around 3,000 children and young people gathered. It was a Friday, just after noon, like every Friday since September 2018, to demonstrate peacefully for their future - FRIDAYS FOR FUTURE.

"Come with me, Elisa, up there, we'll see more!"

Mark grabs her wrist and pulls her behind him - she loses her Coke can on the way. Laughing, they run their way through the crowd. They want to see and hear the crowd: Greta Thunberg is skipping school once again in order to rally other youth in getting politicians to hear their plight. She is back from her trip in Europe, where she encountered a lot of hostility. It always seemed to Mark that the disparagements from the media were simply a result of a guilty conscience. "Up there ...!", they are already standing before the small stage and awaiting with enthusiasm for the performance to begin ...

Elisa and Mark have joined the Fridays for Future movement without any more excuses!

Vienna, September 2019

In the middle of a youth protest on Heldenplatz in Vienna for a change in climate policy, Anna stumbles over the legs of a police officer assigned to monitor the demonstration and lays sprawled to the ground with both bloody knees and palms. She wants nothing more than to shout profanities in the face of the policeman ... but as she turns to reach for the helping hand, the policeman’s apologetic smile leaves her speechless. Their smiles meet. "Sorry. I was not paying attention. My two children are somewhere in that crowd too. I hope you’re not hurt too badly! ”Anna blushes as the last thing she expected was to receive an apology from a policeman. She accepts his helping hand, gives him a peck on the cheek and walks on. The District Inspector Alex Haberzettel blushes, adjusts his uniform and continues watching the demonstration. "At least 40,000 people of all ages stretch from Karlsplatz via the Ring Street to Heldenplatz," thinks Inspector Haberzettel. The sense of nonviolent resistance impressed him once before: When the Austrian youth protested against the industrial damage to the Hainburger Au, a wetland besides the Danube river, in December 1984. Only then, he was on the other side, the side of the demonstrators. And - they had prevailed. The primeval forest of the Hainburger Au and the Lobau near Vienna was preserved as a result of the protests despite massive state and trade union power in the opposition ...

Anna is not only responsible for the posters for her environmental group but is also the environmental spokesperson for her High School in Vienna. For the first time in her life, she fulfills these tasks with a sense of purpose and meaning. Despite neglecting other school duties, she wants to continue along this path. Although her goal is still to study Environmental biology, at this rate with her current grades, it’s unlikely she’ll see the university from the inside. But with time, she’ll get to university - eventually….

St. Petersburg, July 2019

After a short power nap, Vladimir Putin, head of state of the Russian Federation, gets out of the helicopter that has flown him from Moscow to St. Petersburg. It’s been recommended by his Security Team that he visit the live demonstrations at the Biological Faculty of St. Petersburg near Mendeleyevskaya Liniya, Around 12,000 schoolchildren and students have been protesting for going on 3 weeks. Over the past three days, the square has been surrounded by tanks and several hundred police and military officers wearing bulletproof vests. The demonstrators remain unarmed. The mayor of St. Petersburg insists that this "security measure", is only in place to protect the protestors.

A path is cleared for Putin as he makes his way towards the steps of the university. A sense of hostility and mistrust is almost palpable amongst the youth as the crowd falls silent. Many demonstratively turn their backs to the president. Putin walks head down, coat collar raised and appears not to even notice as he hurriedly makes his way to the head of the crowd. Two very large microphones are set up on the steps. Briefly he taps: “Boom! Boom! "

As he tries to speak, a deafening cacophony of whistling begins. A little shocked by such public rejection, he tries to calm the demonstrators by gesturing with weakening hand movements. This motioning is like adding fuel to the fire and does exactly the opposite. The cordon around Putin with heavily armed police officers becomes closer as he shouts into the microphone: "Be quiet !!! Silence! I want to speak to you! This is important to me ...! Listen to me! ” The sound of whistling gets even louder–as it begins to hurt the ears.

"Liar! Liar! Liar! ”They shout, against him.

"Head back to your cage in Moscow!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

"Head back to your cage in Moscow!"

The police fear that they can no longer protect him without causing a massacre and advise him to make his way back to the helicopter. The president’s personal bodyguard, Lieutenant Petrovic, is also starting to fear they may be pelted by rotten fruit while on live tv.. This would be the last thing they need broadcast as breaking news to either the West or the rest of Russia.

Although the demonstrators are nonviolent, the police force Putin through the crowd rather forcefully and very brutally . "Are you satisfied? Asshole! ” shouts Boris. Although Boris notices that Putin heard him by means of a small twitch on his bald head, he fails to notice that he is being photographed.

"You too, asshole," grumbles Putin.

Sao Paolo, August 2019

Two days after the EU's trade agreement with Brazil, which practically pardoned the deforestation and destruction of the rainforest, an unmistakable number of young people, schoolchildren and Indians come together in the center of Sao Paola. They gathered to demonstrate and vocalize their disgust for such a policy. The Brazilian Student Union and the Middle School Association called for rallies across the country. The demonstrators were supported by a number of professors' associations, and two Brazilian environmental protection organizations.

The Brazilian President, Jair Bolsonaro, receives this news while in his government jet heading back from Europe. “These idiots! These goddamn idiots! They’re all criminals! I’ll crush them all. This will be the last time youth rise up against their elders! ”Each and every one of them will be punished ... Juan Angel, call Homeland Secretary immediately. If the demonstrators make it to the airport, I'll kill them myself! ”. Jose Angel, the personal protection officer for the Brazilian secret service, strolls out of the room - he knows his boss's outbursts of anger all too well.

Jose Angel calls Guido Lamentosa, the security chief at Sao Paulo airport, on his cell phone: “Guido, he is very, very angry! No demonstrators at the airport or on the roadside! Otherwise...!"

“Listen!” Gasps Guido into the smartphone. “They are already here. The plane lands in 5 minutes. What do you want me to do, scare them away with hand grenades? "

Washington, August 2019

“It's best not to go there at all! They are no longer our people! We started it all and they’ve taken everything away from us ...! ”, Jarett is crying. Jarett and Nigel have been engaged for ages and in love for even longer. They set up the Youth Environment Foundation and have been keeping it alive. It has become their life’s purpose .

Crowd funding is part of their existence..

They have both passed the zenith of their youth, but they remain youthful at heart - a part of the global protest movement.

But J&N have achieved so much more. Both are in marketing and their fundraising campaigns have become so successful that for over a decade, they have financially supported many environmental organizations. But now that the global climate movement is well under way the world over, have they been booted out?

“But that's not true! You're just jealous because you're no longer in charge. You have to accept now that the youth have the same goals as we do. It’s the same fire that burns within them! AND they need your expertise , media contacts, network connections. Everything you’ve painstakingly built up over the years ... not to mention your sense of order and structure! They need your help! "

Jarett doesn't see Nigel through the heavy stream of tears rolling down his dark-skinned cheeks. Nigel can’t help but think that despite all his strength, at this moment in time he appears so vulnerable! All he knows for sure is that they need each other. Nigel leans forward and plants a kiss on his fiancé, and then another in an attempt to kiss the tears away until Jarett has no other choice but to laugh ... His white teeth flash between his thick lips. “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok…. OK.!", Jarett protests.

The demonstration was to begin in the huge square in front of the Capitol and move towards the White House after the marches. The largest environmental and climate demonstration in the United States, began at 12 noon on a Friday in August 2019.

Delegates came from each of the 52 American states to assist with arrival of their thousands of supporters. A logistical masterpiece, where Jarett feels nothing but pride for his fellow colleagues.

When J&N entered the small rented office on Constitution Avenue NW 152 at 10:20 am, they were met with rapturous applause from their industrious friends. Over the past three months, they have all worked tirelessly around the clock. Spent countless hours on the phone, wrote and sent thousands and thousands of emails, and hung up, what feels like just as many posters.. Some have given up their jobs, while others have used up all of their annual vacation days to support the cause. Thanks to their constant communication with the local and federal authorities and their very cooperative approach, many problems were solved during the early planning stages.

Not even President Trump's usual hourly Twitter campaigns could stop them. On the contrary, they effectively used the platform to derail his “verbal” outbursts- each time managing to’ one up’ him ...

The last one was particularly good:

Trump: "Silly demos for silly people! Everybody knows that!”

J& N:“ Years after you have died, we'll still be here! ”

"You see ...!" Murmurs Nigel in Jarett’s ear while lightly pinching his bottom ...

Again, Jarett's eyes well with tears, - but this time he has full control of his emotions, has to remain strong and lead.

"OK, OK! Enough wasting useless energy. Briefing in my office in 5 minutes! Everyone knows who it concerns ... "

Every minute, emails and phone calls stream in from the organizers of the 52 US states detailing the meeting points and participant numbers: an estimated 250,000 people.

Jarett with a broad grin: "Everything is in place!"

CHAPTER 1

Prague, July 2020, G-20 summit

Yet another year has passed in which the international community have been unable to agree on definitive climate targets. People are losing hope that the tide could turn in Prague - the end of mankind, or at least as we know it, seems imminent.

Political observers have already highlighted that it was very unlikely that binding commitments would be made during the course of this G20 summit, let alone a final agreement. Within the EU those nations with larger industrial locations are procrastinating, for fear that the billions they receive from the EU funding pot would decrease if the EU committed itself to a constructive yet expensive climate policy.

After the USA withdrew from the Paris Agreement on Climate Change in 2017, many nations cowered in the wake. The optimism and recognition for sustainability achieved through the Paris Agreement, fell victim to a flimsy and illogical political way of thinking ...

Victor Orban, the Hungarian Prime Minister, even went so far as to make the statement that climate change is proportionally related to the influx of asylum seekers. So, insinuating that climate change is an imported issue ...

“First the others, then us ...” Jeremy Dunbar sat there shaking his head in disbelief. A highly respected emeritus professor of Futurology and Pstudies at the University of California, and for the last two decades, a member of a group of scientists at the IPCC, the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. Sitting before his laptop in his small but neat country house in North Carolina, Jeremy watched the last minutes of the CNN Morning News, currently reporting on the failures of the World Climate Conference. It was 6:00 AM EST, things in the Dunbar house were about to get hectic with countless phone calls across the globe.

At 2 p.m. he reached again for his phone and dialed The number. The number that had been agreed upon two years ago to start the countdown for the last ditch effort to save the world ...

"Yes, hello?" a familiar voice rang through the receiver. Over the past few years they had spent hours on the phone, produced a mountain of email correspondence, and yet never personally met. Everything had been meticulously planned, goals, procedures, all eventualities taken into account. It was now time to change the world.

"This is your Uncle Abraham speaking!" Tabea Singh sat in her office in New Delhi as these words were spoken. She knew exactly what these words meant, code words she herself had chosen.

Abraham, originally means, the father of the tribe, the unifier and guardian of wisdom, and this was one hundred percent true of Jeremy Dunbar.

Dr. Singh ended the short conversation and dialed another number. "Here's Abraham's niece," she said in a firm voice. "The Abraham Project is Authorized!"

With a deeply satisfied smile, Jeremy Dunbar leaned back into his wing chair and took another sip of his Scottish single malt whiskey on the rocks.

All documents were destroyed, all emails irretrievably deleted, and all hard drives shredded.

A RUGER GP 100 with only one bullet in the magazine lay before him. Nobody was to be able to track or follow the actions that were to follow. He knew he wouldn't stand up to interrogation procedures. As he directed the barrel towards the medulla oblongata inside his mouth, he pulled the trigger. No twitching, no suffering - just death.

CHAPTER 2

2 years before - North Carolina

“It will probably be easier to intercept and ship them one by one rather than to kidnap them all from one location. That way we would only encounter relatively small protection units rather than the those usual security measures that come with a G20 summit. The transport vehicles can be smaller, faster and more maneuverable. We could start bringing them into custody in the days leading up to the summit, no one will suspect a threat – especially from the smaller G-20 countries ... does it really matter if the Indonesian or South Korean presidents are absent. Haha!"

Tabea mischievously wondered what sort of criminal mastermind this peace and climate researcher possessed ... But Jeremy Dunbar was an excellent strategist. He started his military experience as a young enthusiast with the Navy Seals, serving and fighting all over the world. Hundreds of times, he risked his health and life in almost hopeless situations. With time he matured and began to question his sense of purpose. During his covert operations, he was able to observe firsthand the dramatic changes the earth was facing in certain regions:

The regions of the world most plagued with hunger, are run by authoritarian and dictatorial regimes, financed by seizing land resources taken directly from their own people who ironically have next to nothing themselves. This starving and hopeless folk are incited by mostly military or religious fanatics to form violent opposition.

This is reason enough for the USA to intervene to further secure their own access to the mineral resources within these unstable states, often under the guise of bringing forth the "advantages of Western democracy" ...

Although Jeremy had retired from active military due to an injury attained to his right knee, he remained loyal to the Navy. His thirst for knowledge and his fundamentally good military skills set soon made him a strategic and logistics specialist, with expertise in the crisis regions of the world. At the very least, this had brought him into the advisory team to the American President.

His departure from the Navy was a blow to the military. Ultimately, they had no other choice but to comply with his wishes to leave the US Army Command as a highly decorated logistics expert. In his resignation letter, sent directly to President Obama, he wisely spoke of the fact that his experience and career "inevitably drove him into peace and environmental research." That was enough to convince the president to approve his request. Capable people in the care of universities, especially American research, suited Obama's taste.

Morea

It sounds like an abandoned pirate island owned by Captain Blackbeard ... That name never let Jeremy Dunbar rest. An ideal island for his planned endeavors. It was ultimately the one chosen from over a hundred small, remote islands.

"Nobody will miss Morea," he mused. It is a fairly uninhabited island of volcanic origin with a few fishermen, - an ideal combination.

When selecting an island as the destination headquarters, several were up for consideration. In addition to Morea, was the island of Hunga-Tonga. Formed as a result of volcanic eruptions and although it did not sink back into the ocean as originally suspected by many geologists it seemed too unstable for the purposes pursued by the project. In addition, the island also happened to be observed all year round by NASA satellites and was therefore unsuitable for "renovation projects".

Extract from the criteria catalog:

Point 1

The island is off the cruise and industrial shipping routes.

So one can allow for the island to disappear ...

Point 2

It can be guarded easily with some modern military equipment and, if necessary, be defended.

Point 3

Both above and below ground, strategic training and conference facilities can be set up in a relatively short period of time.

Comfortable accommodation .

Point 4

The local fishermen will not stand in the way of his project so long as the life in their paradise is not disturbed. As they’ll be generously compensated for cutting off the little tourism they usually receive, the island inhabitants will want for nothing.

CHAPTER 3

An island disappears ...

To make an island disappear in such a way that it can no longer be found requires greater efforts and even greater financial resources. The cost however, will still be far less than protecting the climate and earth. With time, physical cash will no longer play an important role in society. Money can’t be eaten, drunk, nor used to cultivate soil or feed the expected 1 - 2 billion climate refugees.

A research team headed by Sir Francis Gallogh, faculty for Experimental Physics at the University of Cambridge - has spent the last 20 years on finding a way to harness pulsating magnetic fields and vibrations. Initially, his research was dismissed as something from the realm of science fiction, with no practical use.

After limited success and initially several power outages in the Cambridge County power grid which needed to be explained, a breakthrough was achieved that would have astounded Tesla himself. They could harness energy into dome like shapes, invisible to the naked eye, with a level of constancy and energy efficiency anywhere on the globe.

Requirements: an island not too big in nature with enough electrical energy to maintain a magnetic dome constantly over several kilometers ... energy that did not need to be conducted through thick cables along the ocean floor ...

Energy generation is no longer the problem of the 21st century, neither on land nor in the ocean. - Tides and wind generate huge volumes of energy, the likes of which operators of nuclear power plants could only dream. The amount of electricity required to generate the actual magnetic fields themselves, was not excessive by any means.

In short, the Pacific island of Morea is supposed to “disappear” behind an impenetrable magnetic wall, like food under a cloche ... "This cloche makes the area "invisible" not only visually, but also for radar systems. It even withstands direct missile fire from an F18 bomber!”, explains Francis Gallogh at an evening meeting over a glass of port in Prof. Dunbar's cozy house.

"Professor Gallogh, my friend, that gives me an idea ...!" He leaned back, lit his inevitable Virginia cigar: "Let's be clear ...!"

CHAPTER 4

February 2020

Four extremely large Hapag-Lloyd cargo ships, with gross registered tonnage of between 20,000 and 30,000 were refurbished to transport the 60 large magnetic coils. Once loaded, the vessels set course from Hamburg to Morea.

Morea had several natural harbors. One was equipped with a relatively small mole. After the project’s completion, the mole would need to be reconstructed to ensure the island would not suffer any additional damage. The large assembly hall located a little further north of the mole was constructed in such a way that it could be dismantled without a trace. Particular emphasis was put in place to ensure that no industrial waste, such as oils or solvents, could seep into the ocean.

The two largest and most stable freight ships, the “Aurora” and the “Pacifica”, were responsible for transporting the ocean coils. The magnetic ocean coils were transported in watertight concrete silos. They required extreme precision by the off-loading cranes to ensure they were embedded correctly into the ocean floor. Arno Wesenbruch, the captain of the freight fleet, was tall and lanky in stature, with a bristly-looking appearance. “These silos consist of concrete rings, each 5 meters in diameter and 2 meters in height. The rings are connected to one another using a water-hardened cement” he explained to Jeremy Dunbar from the bridge of the Aurora in a deep voice.

Each of the silos are to be buried approx. 3 meters into the seabed and anchored firmly in place by12 steel ropes designed to stabilize the pillars from the expected ocean currents..These steel ropes automatically tighten or release, depending on the water pressure and currents. The window for assembly was limited to approx. 4 weeks. 60 silos were set up around the island, filled with the quake-proof magnetic coils and wired up. Initially they were first wired up to each other, and then to the small substation with transformers. The transformers would convert the energy from the wind turbines and tidal power station into electricity. They worked day and night in 6 shifts. 8 highly specialized ocean divers experienced in operations on modern battleships and drilling rigs in both the Gulf of Mexico and North Sea. Cement mixture was pumped by the freighters onto two small "distribution ships", and from there, taken to the processing site via flexible pipes and probes. Moving the concrete rings required the highest demand for precision.. The divers were positioned on four sides and checked the placement of the concrete rings with electronic spirit levels and distance meters. Connected to the crane operators by radio, the rings were placed one after the other. On the leeward side of the island, where the current was more consistent and less inclined to extreme shifts in ocean pressure, they found progress to be faster.

While the underwater work was running according to schedule, the rocks on the island were excavated. It was not permitted to use explosives during the excavations. Not only for ecological reasons, but because it was uncertain as to whether or not the subsoil around the island was stable enough to the vibrations. This made the expansion of the logistics and communication center a little more difficult. The supply hall, containing storage for food, along with the kitchen, was built a little off the beaten track against rock. 20 guest accommodations were constructed right next to it, so that from above they appeared as overgrown by the lush vegetation.

CHAPTER 5

Jeremy was often asked when the project could be expected to start.

“The timing has to be carefully selected. The events on the globe will culminate in such a way that the start of the project will appear logical.

Jeremy had already determined his battle lines:

The further failure of the climate conferences, along with the postponing and changing of the climate goals was one factor, the other, was the impending collapse of the permafrost soils, which would accelerate the earth's CO2 emissions so dramatically that the time for action was inevitable.

Unfortunately, there was still too little data on the changes in the permafrost regions, and he did not want to risk having to deal with contradictions and disputes from within his global science community. Everyone had to be prepared for "Abraham's Day" and be fully compliant with their goals. Nobody would be permitted to leave and thereby endanger the project. Jeremy knew that they only had this one chance!

Dr. Tabea Singh worked in a rather neglected area of New Delhi, in a small and somewhat shabby office. But over the years, her global network became a beacon of hope. Dunbar used his excellent reputation as an interdisciplinary scientist to win over one colleague after another for his project. He would give this data to Dr. Singh who in turn created a worldwide matrix based on areas of expertise, suitability, personality types and degree of influence on decision-makers. Dunbar had been on good terms with the executives of civil mobility research since his military service, which created the financial backbone for his so called “little adventure”. It was clear to the business savvy that the ever advancing global economic catastrophe would dramatically reduce their customer pool. Not discounting the fact that eventually a hundred liters of drinking water would soon hold more value and greater prestige than a chrome-trimmed electric car with 700 horse power.

The secret organization WFA (World For All), co-founded five years ago by Prof. Dunbar - now the world's largest association of leading environmental researchers, biologists, marine biologists, experimental physicists and biochemists. They had ultimately decided to save the earth long before it fell victim to the games and thirst for power of the active politicians and those with an attitude of “it’ll never affect us…”

CHAPTER 6

Morea

Testing day

Arno Wesenbruch was nervous.

Normally he would never sweat, regardless of how hot or stressful a situation was. Always knowing what to do to keep both his crew and vessels out of harm way. A man to whom you could entrust with your life. He knew that was how everyone perceived him, but it still often left him with stomach ulcers. His persona and outward appearance reflected a far stronger man than what he really was inside.. Many a decision was made from a sense he had deep within the pit of his stomach. He would register these feelings long before his brain could even process the situation. Often, in hindsight, these decisions would seem more like a miracle to him than anything else. Or perhaps, this was his special talent: listening to his gut instinct. Either way, both he and Jeremy operated on a similar wavelength.

Unlike over the course of the recent weeks, today was different as he felt nervous. Not visibly of course, but something was nagging him internally ...

Jeremy stepped onto the bridge, as he had so often over the weeks, Arno wanted to greet the professor briefly and brashly. But the words got stuck in his throat. Only after clearing it: “Oh, professor, It starts in 5 minutes!”.

The electrical scientist, Prof. Francis Gallogh, stood next to Arno.

The tension was written across his face too, white blotches on an otherwise rather reddish complexion.

In typical British fashion, he had appeared in a tweed, waistcoat, white shirt, and tie. The only thing he had done without in these tropical temperatures was his jacket. He watched intently the monitors reporting the state of charge of the land-based power module, the stability of the magnetic coils and their connections . The steadily increasing state of charge for the initial voltage required signaled it was green to go..

Next to his left hand, was the ignition button for the magnetic field, which, funnily enough, was reminiscent of a mechanically secured buzzer like those from a popular TV quiz show. In his high-tech world, he trusted mechanical safeguards and relied on tried and tested methods.

“Another three minutes and 20 seconds! I'm initiating the countdown! "

"Last messages from the test points! Station 1 - clear? "" Clear! "

"Station 2 - clear?" "Clear!"

"Station 3 - clear?" “Clear! “-That was connection control for the magnetic coils - the weakest link in the chain.

“Go, on my command! Another one minute and 30 seconds! "

Arno swayed from left to right, looking like a caged animal.

The floating high-tech monster Aurora was oriented with its bow towards the island bay. The monitoring and command enter had been installed at the back of the bridge facing the stern of the ship.

The last few seconds passed with what felt like an eternity.

CHAPTER 7

Initially, Tabea Singh knew nothing of her friend's suicide.

The news hit her like a ton of bricks a few hours later. She was in the middle of establishing a connection with the globally networked servers; every command had to be given at exactly the right time. She broke off the session and slumped to her stool. The atmosphere within her small office grew dark –and then black.

“He had it all planned, the bastard! We will always stand together! ”she mimicked him. "You giant asshole, Jeremy!" She shouted with frustration and sadness from the depths of her soul. She banged her fists against the walls.

Only after speaking to Peter Ostrowsky much later, was she able to reconstruct the hours of that night. Peter was one of the few people who scientifically dealt with the damage to the permafrost areas on site. He had been trying to convince Jeremy for years of the dangers and impact the permafrost would have on the world's climate. "If you can't give me numbers, we won't pass!" Snapped Jeremy Dunbar indignantly. “The permafrost will collapse, it will sink and there’s nothing we can do about it...!” But that night Prof. Dunbar knew that something dramatic had happened, he’d never heard Peter so excited. Peter Ostrowsky shouted into the microphone of his transmitter: “Jeremy! Jeereemyy! Can you hear me? ”

"Jeremy! I finally got your goddamn numbers! And it's a lot worse than we thought! The permafrost soil sinks by an average of one meter every year. In some places up to 4 meters per year. Last year, in the taiga near the city ... a crater had formed about 1400 meters long. The surface in some parts up to 120, ... do you hear ...? 120 meters, it just sunk and broke off.

An enormous catastrophe threatens, especially if it is connected to one of the nearby frost craters. The crater is growing very quickly and there is no stopping it. Other lakes have completely dried up because of the runoff of water from the permafrost. Torrents of mud, rubble and entire forests are tearing the landscape apart and burying the taiga ... We worked out the figures in cooperation with the Siberian Scientific Society! "

That was the starting gate.

Björn Hegrund, the Swedish liaison to the emergency teams - invitation teams, as Jeremy called them - informed Tabea about Jeremy's death – but not exactly gently: “Abraham is dead! Follow as planned, everything is on, Go!"

"Give me a minute. I have to bring the handover protocols to the surface! Give me a few more minutes! ”She hurried. The connection terminated immediately without a word….

Jeremy and Tabea had many virtual sessions over the past few weeks – often lasting for hours at a time. “If something happens to me, you have to take the baton quickly and firmly. You know everything. All interface managers have been informed of your rank and accept your position. They will follow you and support you just as I have! You will see, it will go wrong ... "

She blew her nose and wiped away the tears of anger. Stretching up out of her chair, she straightened her limbs. With a little jerk and a deep sigh, she restored the broken electronic connections and carried out an update in the network matrix. Everyone needs to know that the strategic issues lie with her. It is likely that even larger amounts of data will be sent in need of processing. She really wasn't really prepared for this.

Thank heavens she could rely on her network of hackers from her university days. Always equipped with a laptop under their arms, they had become the most feared group of hackers in the western world. One day it was MI5 headquarters, the next day CNN's international server ... just for the hang of it and an opportunity to brag. Thankfully they were never discovered, although often it was a very close call. They had never broken anything or left a trace of their accessing the systems. It was all down to precise planning and never wanting to overdo it. 3 minutes "sniffling CNN" and not a second longer.

Tabea called Nareb Ram, her most loyal friend since childhood. An electronic-virtual genius.

Nareb

Nareb had been contacted by every major company in the world. Many governments and their ministries would use him when it came to tapping systems for possible intruders or to highlight any threats. He rarely appeared in person.

His typical Indian appearance bothered him, he looked like an eighteen-year-old, although he was just over 30 ...

He could be relied upon regardless of where either of them were, and at any time, day or night. She was pleased about Nareb's homosexuality - it guaranteed a heartfelt friendship with respect and no fear of uncalled- for advances. She smiled when she heard Nareb’s voice - he sounded unusually agitated. With a barely audible gasp, he puffed: “Hi, little one! One moment!” A small kiss could be heard. "I sent him home - tomorrow we will finish what we started today ... No, not what you think! We only cook together ... we were just busy... No, you wanted to tell me something? "

Tabea gave him a brief report on the past 12 hours. “There is a lot coming your way now! But thank God you have me: (a little louder) Robin Hood and Terminator all rolled into one! The perfect buddy! "

"God does he have to be so childish?" thought Tabea. But that was precisely why she loved him, because he never saw problems, only solutions. So long as it was fun, otherwise he’d disappear for months.

"Can you come to me? I need a complete overhaul of my systems! In this situation, cost what it may, money isn’t a factor! "

"Tabea, ma cher - I'm in Paris- the city of food and love ", imitating a French accent. “I'll be there in 5 hours. Sleep a little! We have a lot to do." After 5 hours and 10 minutes, the doorbell rang.

CHAPTER 8

Unnoticed by the media and secret service, "Abraham's Day" set about a wave of activity the world over.

All active participants had managed to either maintain a low profile, or were held in such high regard, that none of them were placed under suspicious observation by authorities.

The group with the highest risk were those that were military-led. They were tasked with kidnapping the heads of state of the 20 leading industrial nations in one fell swoop, ideally upon arrival at the G20 summit.

As Jeremy noted, the concentrated anti-terror defenses at the summit could be an insurmountable obstacle. As few people as possible should be injured or fatally wounded, yet they had to accept harm could come to some. Even if logistically more complex, it was deemed wiser to kidnap some heads of government from their homes shortly before the summit began.

A larger number of volunteers, combat-ready men and women from various nationalities without their own political agendas were involved. Russians, Americans, Germans, French, Congolese, Israeli, Arabs, Syrians, Iraqis, Japanese, Indonesians and Chinese .

The experienced helicopter and jet pilots came mainly from Russia, the USA, Israel and Austria. Austria seemed too many to be an unsuspecting alliance. However, the Austrian helicopter pilots are trained and deployed on Sikorsky Black Hawk aircraft and are especially skilled in high mountain landings and disaster operations.

Jeremy had already rounded up the entire group twice. Once in an abandoned school in the Ukraine, and again on Morea.

Both meetings were broadcast to New Delhi in real time via a secure channel, so Tabea could be present.

During the first meeting, the teams were assembled and were familiarized with their individual assignments.

The team names were simple, Trump, Putin, Johnson, Merkel, Macron, Bolsonaro, Xi Jinping, etc.

By the next meeting, 6 months later, they were expected to present their detailed plans for review and discussion.

"Discussion! What bullshit!” said John, one of the American crew members. “When I plan something, there is no alternative! That was already the case in Afghanistan ..."

Jean-Paul, a member of the French team, in his mid-30s with broad-shoulders and a disarming smile, quipped:" ... and that's why you were so successful in Afghanistan ...! "

"Shut up, Froggy, or you’ll be asking for it!"

“It was just a little joke – you know, based on the good old days ...! ", said Jean-Paul with grin. John and Jean-Paul had known each other years. While the American had worked for several years after his active military career with various mercenary troops in Africa, Jean-Paul ended up at the World Wildlife Fund (WWF). At the WWF, he was responsible for undertaking action against illegal whaling off the Norwegian coast and sea exploitation .

The facilities on Morea Island had advanced, despite there still being a lot of hammering, drilling and cursing.

The logistics center, training and conference rooms offered every imaginable form of communication available. All rooms, tables and workstations were equipped with internet and multimedia connectivity for multi - media presentations. The access systems were compatible with every operating system and all relevant databases could be operated globally. Communication was also done in person where possible as part of additional training measures. The facilities themselves were rather simple and any level of luxury was certainly dispensed with. During the meetings, the yellow linen coveralls for their expected guests were tested for comfort and deemed fit for purpose.

Equipping all the politicians with the same overalls served to prevent hierarchical differences between them. .

To avoid international politics between the politicians, the idea to construct dorm rooms according to continental affiliation was done away with. Individual accommodations were set up to provide some element of privacy. After all, none of them knew if Trump snored or if Merkel talked in her sleep. Tracking chips were sewn into each of the overalls so that the wearer could be monitored 24 hours a day. They were programmed in such a way that access to all common rooms, individual rooms, and the beach was possible. The command center and the organizations supply rooms were however not accessible to their guests.

The kitchen staff were briefed on any medical dietary requirements and eating habits. The medical team of doctors and nurses were specialized in administering and monitoring the use of chronic medication, as many of the politicians were reliant on these. The “in-house” pharmacy was stocked to capacity with drugs for heart, blood pressure, liver and kidney diseases. To ensure the guests remained calm during their acclimatization phase, fast acting sedatives and infusions were at the ready.

The facility shouldn't give off the impression of being a hostile hostage environment, but unfortunately it was apparent that this couldn’t be entirely avoided….

When you’re used to having power and this is suddenly taken away from you, this is to be expected.

During a weekend planning session on Morea, all the teams were assembled in the conference room to discuss their action plans.. The planes were assessed for efficiency and feasibility and subjected to a risk assessment.

The light in the hall was dimmed but bright enough so that all participants could see one another. The stage was lit a little brighter and the enormous flat screen TV outshone all other light sources.

To account for any counter measures undertaken by the politicians’ personal detail teams, a maximum of 3 scenarios were assessed.. The USA, Russia and China took similar security measures as far as their politicians were concerned and were rather easy to address. Whereas countries like Australia or Canada proved to be more challenging. Their travel plans were somewhat more unconventional, travel plans were changed on a daily basis and they did not pursue any systematic defense tactics. As each task force team was assigned to their respective countries or neighboring countries, these men and woman had in-depth knowledge of how their operations were usually structured.

Not a minute passed without going over tactics or reviewing flip charts, they all worked with great enthusiasm and diligence.. They were so engrossed in the planning process that during mealtimes, cutlery and condiments were used to explain additional sequences and attacks.. Some opted to withdraw to quieter corners of the room to further research data archives and global maps on their laptops in order to fine tune parts of their missions. Finally, from the potential scenarios in play deployment commands were drafted and re-checked again for flaws.

CHAPTER 9

It was quiet on the Aurora's bridge. Very quiet.

Prof. Gallogh carefully typed corrections into the computer.

“Everything is going according to plan! Predictions and reality are 97 percent covered! "

"Are the vibration calibrators on the concrete silos set?" He asked quietly into his microphone. "Yes, sir!"

"Are all divers back on board?" "Roger!"

"On my command!"

"Fifteen!"

"Fourteen!"

"Thirteen!"

"Twelve!"

Jeremy gave a rictus grin.

Arno held his breath as if doing so would contribute to the success of the experiment ...

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!" A cell phone begins to ring in the background ...

"Four!" Gallogh opens the mechanical lock on the start buzzer.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

“GO!” With force he pushes the red buzzer down until it clicks into place.

Prof. Gallogh threw up his arms like a Manchester United fan after the opening goal in the English Premier League. “It works! It works! ... look! It works!" he shouted, while jumping up and down on the spot with excitement.

Arno and Jeremy glanced at the water in disbelief! They stared ... and stared ... nothing!

For a few seconds, nothing happened... they half expected to see a wall rise like magic before them...

“Wait, look!” He points to the water within a semicircle.

And sure enough, the surface of the water began to ripple. At first rhythmically, then every second, before a permanent ripple remained. It appeared as of the water was just about to boil. The vibrations could be felt passing through the ship into the navigation bridge, a slight clinging could be heard, and they all glanced towards the glass mug of tea with the rattling spoon.

Arno and Jeremy grinned sheepishly and began clapping their hands, partly out of combination of both tension and redemption before embracing/clasping Gallogh in a warm embrace..

While his eyes remained fixated on the main screen, “The dome should be closed in about three minutes! If my simulations are correct, the sky will temporarily darken as if it were twilight ...!" Prof. Galloghs ears were as red as tomatoes, the shirt collar opened at the top button, and his tie loosened. His hands remained on the keyboard of the central computer ... A quick glance towards the faces of his two disbelievers, "Tomorrow we start the stress tests! But for now, time for a board meeting and a little celebration ...! "

He had finally contributed to the success of the "Abraham" project once and for all!

There was disbelief on board the circling helicopter. Although the pilots were used to providing routine reports, their confirmation of the island's disappearance came very hesitantly: “Prof. Gallogh! You’re gone! We see nothing but the water surface. If I didn't know any better, I would never have suspected an island was even down there! "

The helicopter moved a little closer but continued to climb higher. The recall limit was 800 meters before the dome’s vibrations would tear the helicopter to pieces. To be certain that there was nothing visibly left of the island, they rose to about 2000 meters above the dome.

Jeremy was already making his way to North Carolina. He had been gone for too long ... he had to call Tabea ...

CHAPTER 10

Nareb Ram, had been on a shopping spree. Together with his computer geeks from the university's network, it was easy enough to install the faster computers and laptops in Tabea's office in record time. The storage was disbursed across approx. 20 servers worldwide making it untraceable.

He had also thought of adequate ventilation within the small rooms to ensure no overheating of the systems.