For most people, today is just another day. Nothing special or extraordinary will happen… unless your name is Stewart Breston.
In which case today is not just another day, it’s the biggest day of your life. This is the day you inadvertently hack a secret government agency, and in so doing, become a fugitive on the run.
Even with unexpected help it doesn’t take long to realize there is nowhere to hide, at least, nowhere on Earth.
But then again, Earth isn’t looking that promising right now anyway…
Book 1: Dark Web Rising
Planned Release Date: 2019
Status: 75k words. (Complete-setting up for re-release)
A Crack in the Egg
Why did he make the Egg? The answer is irrelevant, that he made it is enough. Now we just need to pull him into the net.
Conrad Heit, message logs recovered during post-launch Investigation
Stewart was done with the project he’d been working on. He was tired and irritated from the work and the recent hack. There was something else too, nagging at him, elusive and taunting for almost a week now. The realization the JM Net session would start in about fifteen minutes did nothing but add to his irritability. This was not like him. Something else was bothering him, the unease from it stirring everything else into a foul stew, polluting his mind and emotions. The heat of ineffectual anger began creeping up his neck.
What was it?
Then it clicked. JM Net, the day the Egg was hacked. The Egg’s transmissions were garbled and unintelligible for some reason just before the hack on the Egg started. If he hadn’t seen it himself, Stewart would have claimed it couldn’t happen. However, after having the uncrackable Egg pop open like a ripe tomato under the first poorly constructing hacker attack, Stewart wasn’t taking anything for granted. Sure, he stopped the hacker dead in his tracks without any trouble but the Egg shouldn’t have been hackable, just like the transmissions shouldn’t have been garbled.
Esheet in hand, Stewart started delving into the recordings of the strange transmission, watching it fall apart under the fine knife of his coding expertise. The dissection was completed within minutes.
It was encrypted transmissions, but no encryption he had ever used. In five more minutes, the encrypted messages yielded their fruit, the encryption layer shredded and gone. Stewart pushed play.
“So just what would be necessary to start moving things towards John Marshal’s point of view?”
“It would probably require the formation of a new party. Like the Ross Perot Reform Party in the nineties.”
“No, a new party would force the movement to operate within current laws and structure, a situation compromising many of the tenets and principles of the Elastic Society Theory. It would be completely ineffective. Marshal makes it plain; the amount of change necessary requires the old system to be replaced sum total.”
“That leaves only one option then, revolution. To have a real chance at practicing the Elastic Society Theory, the current laws and structure must be replaced, which requires the elimination of the current government. Ying Lee said Daddy Warbucks has done a comprehensive study on the matter and he says it’s got to start with a clean slate to be successful. The real question is, how do we wipe the slate clean? That’s the toughie.”
“Ying Lee said…? Oh, Stewart’s joining. End of discussion.”
Stewart was stunned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What the hell was going on? JM Net was a loose-knit group of people sharing a fascination with John Marshal’s Elastic Society Theory. Stewart made the Egg to give them a safe place to discuss Marshal’s work, maybe find some innovative ways to promote the philosophy – and to have fun. They had never talked about trying to do anything tangible or to instigate change on this scale. Egad! They were talking about overthrowing the government! Why had he not heard anything about this before? Why had they kept secrets from him? Even if there was no real intention of doing anything, why was he left out of these conversations? And who was Daddy Warbucks? It obviously wasn’t the character from the Annie movie, but who could it be?
Stewart was angry and confused – and well – he was just plain pissed off! It was almost time for the JM Net session and the topic today was going to be much different from what the others were expecting.
Logging on to the Egg early, Stewart mentally ran through what he was going to say, how best to address the issue and get the answers he deserved. It took a lot to get under Stewart’s skin, except when it came to his friends, the majority being in JM Net. It hurt being left out, to know they were keeping secrets from him. Did they doubt his trustworthiness? Maybe he was a stick in the mud they didn’t want to deal with, a real goody-two-shoes or Debbie Downer? Whatever it was he would soon find out.
The session was about to start, just another minute and change. Stewart was ready and willing to do want needed to be done, to ferret his way to the bottom of what was going on and to find out why his friends were purposefully keeping things from him.
Then the alarm went off.
Book 2: Genesis II
Planned Release Date: 2019
Status: 51k words, 40k edited
Law? How dare you quote law to me. Heit is behind the greatest theft in the history of mankind and I will not let him hide behind any laws. Launch the invasion – now.
CSA Director Allstrom, The Heit Directive
No more than a dark shadow in the prow of the boat, Colonel Matthew Brannon sat silent and still. His eyes were closed yet he was on alert, pushing his awareness into the night, seeking any form of threat, any unnatural sound or smell. Once assured there was nothing out of place his eyes opened, immediately scanning the area around him while pupils remained dilated. There was nothing to see but the hint of the rise where the beach moved back from the water and the line of the peak where it leveled off, inward, towards the heart of Aletheia Island.
So far, their passage into Beggars Bay was going exactly as planned, and that was making Colonel Brannon nervous. Rule One was to have a good plan, Rule Two was to be prepared to adapt went the whole thing went South, which it almost always did to some degree. No plan ever worked out that well. Yet this one was playing out text-book perfect. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Something wasn’t right.
He had no proof, just a feeling, but that was enough. It was time to get prepared. If he was right, and something was amiss, they would need to act fast and decisively to gain control of the new situation they would find themselves in.
He turned away from Aletheia and the beach at Beggars Bay, faced the officers behind him. “Prepare for landing. Somethings not right. I don’t know what, so we need to be ready for anything and everything. Make sure the rest of the men understand.”