I always knew my hour would come to an end, it was inevitable. I had about twenty sites worldwide that all relied on that one satellite. Of course I had backup plans, I had them in excess, in fact I’d created a whole booklet full of troubleshooting steps and in eventuality of this happening, I’d no longer be able to live a normal life again. Don’t get me wrong, my life has never really been classified by anyone as normal, far from it in fact, but I guess that is what happens. I could be the most dangerous and destructive weapon on the planet.
“Hi Nick, I’ll get down to business because I assume you know what this is about.”
“Right it’s about Fernukia.”
“Yes, X192563927 to be precise! So as you’ve probably guessed NASA, ESA and Russia have gone absolutely ballistic about it.”
“No one uses that number, remember we’re a top secret organisation.”
“Yes we’re a top secret organisation who’s about to be exposed, remind me what we’re doing again by the way?”
“Do I have to remind you of the contract you signed, in event of exposure you’ll undergo a memory wipe, it’s not your problem it’s mine!”
“Well I’m head of operations Nick, you put me in charge remember? What do you want me to do?”
“We’re in emergency operations, for goodness sake, you run the emergency procedures. That’s mass shutdown, the only place that should be in operation is firma.”
“Complete shutdown, keep site one alive, roger that.”
I put the phone down and mopped the sweat from my brow. I looked at Lucas and Mark. “We’re issuing a stage seven shutdown, to protect you, your knowledge of everything about this project will be wiped. I am not expecting that you will be questioned, but as precaution, this must be taken. You may also experience fogginess and false memories. Please go home, I will take it from and thank you for your efforts.”
A level seven shutdown was the last resort, Nick suspected it would happen at some point. No one really knew what all these facilities were for apart from Nick. Nick was developing a secret weapon, Nick wanted to control chaos. Chaos had always fascinated him, so he created it. He found the more you thought about something, the more entangled with, what he called “chaotic energy”, that something became. Chaos is a ridiculously powerful tool, but becomes harder to control. It’s like trying to tell a six year old not to press a big red button, it always won and if you shouted at it, chaos would proceed to throw a tantrum and smash up all your stuff.
Eventually Nick decided to start working with chaos rather than against it. This lead him nearly to the point of insanity, which left him jittery but sleep deprived. If he’d continued, chaos would have possessed him, but as he’d observed, chaos was entangled with everything, which made Nick wonder, if everybody observes chaos, then perhaps each observer could experience different levels of chaos. A chaos quotient perhaps. In his theory Nick stated the following “each and every observer is influenced by chaos, but the level of chaos that each observer experiences is not equal. Each observer could therefore be described as a ‘chaotic entity’, but a ‘chaotic entity’ need not necessarily be an observer”
Nick didn’t really know what he’d achieve by controlling chaos, but he hoped that it would leave him alone, because he could never view anything in its simplest form. Everywhere Nick went he saw unrationlised fractions. Nick loved complexity, but at the same time, he wanted simplicity in all thingd. Alas chaos had foiled his plans “damn chaos” he thought “damn it indeed”