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What does the permafrost hold that
will wreak havoc on the planet?
When hackers break into a research lab, the past and present collide and the unimaginable suddenly becomes reality. It’s the start of a nightmare no one can wake from …
CR Wahl’s Permafrost breaks new ground taking the reader into a future world that cuts shockingly close to home.
Techno-hackers called the “Night Squeezers” is born
“I love it!” yelled Marcus. “We’ll call ourselves the Night Squeezers.”
“I love it too,” said Ben. “But we need rules. You know, bylaws or something.”
“No stealing, no weapons, no tattling if any of us are caught. But what exactly will we do once we’re inside?”
“We’ll leave behind little changes, you know, something to mess with people’s heads. But above all, we do no harm. Agreed?”
Marcus stared across the room at nothing for a moment and then repeated slowly, “Agreed. We do no harm.”
They all traded looks and raised their glasses. “Long live the Night Squeezers!”
On April 15, at 9:07 p.m. the Night Squeezers was born.
What in the world is happening?
The mid-morning sun beat down on Mateo Diaz’s tattered hat as he squatted over a row of carrots. He took a drink from his water bottle and then fanned his sweaty face with his hat. It was going to be another hot day. Mateo wiped his lips and began pulling carrots and tossing them into a crate next to him.
Later today he would be paid and return to his family in Araba Mexico, a Colonia along the United States border. His pay would be meager but enough to take care of his family of three for the week. His eldest son had begged him to buy a book about robots, but there would not be enough money for that. Maybe next month.
A week ago, his brother told him the money was better further east in Taipoco. But his wife’s uncle warned him that the drug dealers were in control there, so he decided against it. Mateo sighed and threw another bunch into the crate.
Above, an odd sound came to his ears. It was like an engine, sputtering, gasping. Mateo looked up and squinted into the sun … “Dios Mio,” he uttered.
A plane was falling from the sky.
The image of Emma froze in Adam’s mind as if he had stopped a movie, taking his time to study details of the unfolding scene …
Under an arid blue sky an angry crack in the Earth had come alive with Emma caught mid-stride racing toward its edge. Nanuq was in the scene too, standing helpless, witnessing it all while beyond lay the uncaring Beaufort Sea, waiting for the movie to resume.
Then, without warning, the movie started, and the awakened Earth pulled Emma into its gapping maw, leaving only her desperate cries to the wind.
Adam could see that the plastic Petri dishes had the telltale signs of frosting while the glass ones seemed unchanged. Adam removed more samples to study. After fifteen minutes of careful examination, there was no question about it; the E60 microbes, for whatever reason, were attacking the plastic and not the glass.
Adam Foster, PhD, was on to something.
There was only one light on in the house of Thomas Stillman. Bright lights bothered him now. He was sprawled in an easy chair with a bottle of Jack Daniels half empty next to him. Alcohol eased the pain in his joints. He ran his fingers through his hair and found strands in his palm.
He hadn’t left the house or answered calls for two days. Still no word from Krimsky either, and it’s been over a week since he handed over the E60 sample. Damn ugly man! E60 was supposed to be a boon, a money maker. Stillman stared at the hair in his shaking hands. What Emma and Marcus had been warning all along must be true. E60 was dangerous and he had become one of its victims.
Stillman poured more whiskey and swallowed it. He closed his eyes, pressing his finger against the eye that wouldn’t settle. He had gone to his doctor who was baffled by his symptoms. How could he confide in the doctor that he had accidently infected himself with a microbe he had stolen, the likes of which the planet has never seen?
Get ready … the unthinkable is about to happen
