Robert J. Sawyer
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The basis for the hit ABC TV series and the Aurora Award-winning novel that started it all!
Two minutes and seventeen seconds that changed the world
Suddenly, without warning, all seven billion people on Earth black out for more than two minutes. Millions die as planes fall from the sky, people tumble down staircases, and cars plow into each other.
But that's the least of the survivors' challenges. During the blackout, everyone experienced a glimpse of what his or her future holds―and the interlocking mosaic of these visions threatens to unravel the present.
uncrowded roads, cars might even manage just to roll safely to a stop. But still . . . still . . . “The surprising thing,” said Bernard Shaw, on the TV, “is that as near as we can tell, the consciousness of the human race shut off at precisely noon Eastern Time. At first it seemed that the various times were not all exactly the same, but we’ve been checking the clocks of those who’ve reported in against our own clocks here at CNN Center in Atlanta, which, of course, are set against the time
Donald Poort of Georgia Tech with us,” said Shaw. “He was to be a guest on CNN This Morning, and we’re fortunate that he was already here in the studio. Dr. Poort looks a little pale; please forgive that. We rushed him onto the air before he had a chance to go through makeup. Dr. Poort, thank you for agreeing to join us.” Poort was a man in his early fifties, with a thin, pinched face. He did indeed look pallid under the studio lights—as though he hadn’t seen the sun since the Clinton
yours. • Geneva, Switzerland (posted in fourteen languages): Anybody with information about the murder of Theodosios (”Theo”) Procopides, please contact me at . . . 14 Day Six: Sunday, April 26, 2009 LLOYD AND THEO WERE EATING LUNCH TOgether in the large cafeteria at the LHC control center. Around them, other physicists were arguing theories and interpretations to account for the Flashforward—a promising lead related to a supposed failure of one of the quadrapole magnets had been torpedoed
“Then what’s the problem?” asked Michiko. What was the problem? Was it divorce that so terrified him—or just a messy divorce, like the one his parents had gone through? Who would have thought that such a simple thing as dividing up community property could have escalated into out-and-out warfare, with vicious accusations on both sides? Who would have thought that two people who had scrimped and saved and sacrificed year after year to buy each other lavish Christmas presents as tokens of their
more times, sort of oscillating between being a brown hole and a neutron star until stability is reached and it settles down as a permanent, but non-rotating, neutron star.” “When will the next rebound occur?” “I have no idea.” “But if we wait for the next burst,” said Lloyd, “and then do our experiment again at precisely that moment, maybe we could replicate the time-displacement effect.” “It’ll never happen,” said Wendy’s voice. “Why not?” asked Theo. “Think about it, boys. You needed