Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust by Andrew Sarkady Page A
Authors: Andrew Sarkady
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or Dr. Jack Sheldon, Chief of Research. Frankly Brock just liked Jack.
He was brilliant, all right; however, his financial partner, Gordon Swanson never trusted him. They were oil versus water. Brock was a classic venture capitalist, while Swanson was a philosophic old school monarchial type. Brock worshiped money and the profit tree. Swanson, so it appeared, could accomplish most anything without money.
Brock could never find any information or, more importantly, dirt on Swanson. Conversely, Swanson knew every move Brock made; primarily because he had such skilled network connections within all Brock’s worldwide financial circles. Swanson’s people were not just financially acute either; they were skilled regarding all matters of life, in every civilized country. Brock had billions and worldwide financial contacts that supported his hunger for power and greed. He had no idea Swanson was so interwoven within his empire. Theirs was a sour mix. The name Brock/Swanson was the only voluntary sharing they did. Brock thought Swanson was a minor player and unskilled financer, who could not complete what he started in the southwest. Swanson saw Brock’s involvement with the Complex as a way to monitor his deceptive activities.
After the new campus was completed, Jack Sheldon cont inued to work on his pet theory, C.P.T. However; with a child, and years of successes behind them; Rachel relinquished the urgent demands of career, and she moved naturally into managing their domestic affairs. The ranch’s needs, finances and raising Brian were more than enough, to fill her day. As the years passed, she distanced herself from Jack’s proofs. Eventually, she rarely visited the Complex at all, going only to a few special functions, maybe once or twice a year, if that.
It was early last January , when Jack first put it all together. He was studying one Saturday afternoon, downstairs in their home laboratory; and, quite unexpectedly, he surprised himself. Realizing what he‘d done, he was awe struck; like an artist feverishly painting one subject and, in a mistake of the brush, he sees something more beautiful than he could have ever painted intentionally. At 4:55 pm on January 12, the secret was his alone.
“My God, that’s it! This will change everything.”
Jack sat staring at his notes in disbelief.
“I’ve got to tell Rach…”
He got up and paced back and forth.
“…No, on second thought, not until I make it real, no doubts.”
He sat b ack down and chatted to himself, “I have to extract and inject into the same DNA. I can’t get around that. It has to be me. I’ll need two major pieces of equipment and I need money.”
After much pondering, he wrote the proposal requisition and submitted it for budget approval. Dr. Bellos received the request and studied it for three full nights. It vaguely reminded Bellos of his hypothesis that ‘viral based life could cure death’. He approac hed Jack the next evening after hours, in research lab-23, facility-four.
“Hey you, how are you? I need to talk to you about proposal 81114, you sent to me.”
“Yes, you like it? I thought you may be curious.”
“Well I am. You and I have known each other a long time. This kind of money has to be approved from the board. I can get us a meeting with one of the big guys to discuss it. You game?”
“Of course, who?”
“Gordon Swanson, himself; I’ve arranged for you, me and him to dine Saturday night. I hope you’re okay with that?”
Ja ck got up and hugged Matt.
“My friend, this is a long time coming , for me. I owe you one.”
“Have you told Rach anything?”
“Nope; I want to surprise her, when everything’s right?”
“So be it…We have reservations at Café Cher , at eight sharp. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
So, Saturday night at 8 p.m. , Jack and Matt sat in the foyer of Santa Fe’s only French restaurant.
“Well, my friend; are you really ready for this?”
“I know you can’t
He was brilliant, all right; however, his financial partner, Gordon Swanson never trusted him. They were oil versus water. Brock was a classic venture capitalist, while Swanson was a philosophic old school monarchial type. Brock worshiped money and the profit tree. Swanson, so it appeared, could accomplish most anything without money.
Brock could never find any information or, more importantly, dirt on Swanson. Conversely, Swanson knew every move Brock made; primarily because he had such skilled network connections within all Brock’s worldwide financial circles. Swanson’s people were not just financially acute either; they were skilled regarding all matters of life, in every civilized country. Brock had billions and worldwide financial contacts that supported his hunger for power and greed. He had no idea Swanson was so interwoven within his empire. Theirs was a sour mix. The name Brock/Swanson was the only voluntary sharing they did. Brock thought Swanson was a minor player and unskilled financer, who could not complete what he started in the southwest. Swanson saw Brock’s involvement with the Complex as a way to monitor his deceptive activities.
After the new campus was completed, Jack Sheldon cont inued to work on his pet theory, C.P.T. However; with a child, and years of successes behind them; Rachel relinquished the urgent demands of career, and she moved naturally into managing their domestic affairs. The ranch’s needs, finances and raising Brian were more than enough, to fill her day. As the years passed, she distanced herself from Jack’s proofs. Eventually, she rarely visited the Complex at all, going only to a few special functions, maybe once or twice a year, if that.
It was early last January , when Jack first put it all together. He was studying one Saturday afternoon, downstairs in their home laboratory; and, quite unexpectedly, he surprised himself. Realizing what he‘d done, he was awe struck; like an artist feverishly painting one subject and, in a mistake of the brush, he sees something more beautiful than he could have ever painted intentionally. At 4:55 pm on January 12, the secret was his alone.
“My God, that’s it! This will change everything.”
Jack sat staring at his notes in disbelief.
“I’ve got to tell Rach…”
He got up and paced back and forth.
“…No, on second thought, not until I make it real, no doubts.”
He sat b ack down and chatted to himself, “I have to extract and inject into the same DNA. I can’t get around that. It has to be me. I’ll need two major pieces of equipment and I need money.”
After much pondering, he wrote the proposal requisition and submitted it for budget approval. Dr. Bellos received the request and studied it for three full nights. It vaguely reminded Bellos of his hypothesis that ‘viral based life could cure death’. He approac hed Jack the next evening after hours, in research lab-23, facility-four.
“Hey you, how are you? I need to talk to you about proposal 81114, you sent to me.”
“Yes, you like it? I thought you may be curious.”
“Well I am. You and I have known each other a long time. This kind of money has to be approved from the board. I can get us a meeting with one of the big guys to discuss it. You game?”
“Of course, who?”
“Gordon Swanson, himself; I’ve arranged for you, me and him to dine Saturday night. I hope you’re okay with that?”
Ja ck got up and hugged Matt.
“My friend, this is a long time coming , for me. I owe you one.”
“Have you told Rach anything?”
“Nope; I want to surprise her, when everything’s right?”
“So be it…We have reservations at Café Cher , at eight sharp. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
So, Saturday night at 8 p.m. , Jack and Matt sat in the foyer of Santa Fe’s only French restaurant.
“Well, my friend; are you really ready for this?”
“I know you can’t
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