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In the distant past, the leader of a Neanderthal tribe confronts the end of his kind.
Today, a computational biologist, a Navy pilot, and an autistic boy are drawn together by the ancient mystery that gave rise to Homo sapiens.
Planes are falling from the sky. Global communications have ceased. America stands on the brink of war with China—but war is the least of humankind’s concerns. As solar storms destroy Earth’s electronics and plunge the world into another Ice Age, our civilization finds itself overrun by a powerful new species of man...
This brilliant thriller takes readers to an all-too-plausible tomorrow that’s as scientifically rigorous as it is wildly imaginative.
Jeff Carlson is the internationally bestselling author of Plague Year and The Frozen Sky. With Interrupt, he brings his forward-thinking fiction to a contemporary setting with this edge-of-your-seat thriller.
weren’t alone beneath the complex. Her voice was hoarse with terror. “Marcus took their rifles,” she said. “He’s in here.” “What are you—” Emily pointed through the dark space, remembering her comparison of Bunker Seven Four’s layout to a comma. The cavern was the round body, containing both the complex and the trailers. The tunnel to the world outside formed the comma’s tail. Two exits led from the cavern into the tunnel—the blast door at the front of the complex and an emergency access
The two pilots were in love. Before he walked to the door, Drew made eye contact with Bowen and several other men. “Colonel, all of you, I need a vow on your honor not to say anything about the caps. If word gets out that we can protect ten people, they’ll riot.” Bowen nodded to Walsh. “Get helmets on everyone,” Bowen said. “Try to hide the caps.” In the command center, only Walsh and a Guard lieutenant had been assigned to Drew. Walsh would gather seven recruits from their recon and
didn’t sleep. He didn’t dare rest his eyes. His body was sluggish with fatigue poisons that caffeine and sugar couldn’t wash away, but if he closed his eyes, he was afraid he’d sleep for hours and miss any hint that Kym and the others had turned normal again. They would yell or cry or there might be footsteps inside the station if he could only wait. Despite everything he’d told Rebecca, Marcus had hoped the first interrupts were the peak of the solar max. With luck, the flares would stop again
You never did. Why can’t you finish the gene therapies first?” Her smile was gentle, even pitying. “You know I’m right.” “I guess,” Emily said. You’re wrong, she thought. If I don’t make my data public, they might bury the vaccine for years. But if she used the media conference to say what she wanted, she would lose her job. They’d probably hit her with a lawsuit. Even if she walked away free, even if another company hired her, DNAllied owned her statistical models. She would be forced to start
whereas she would be vulnerable, especially with her looks. Biologists attributed the appearance of blond hair and blue eyes in Caucasians to sexual displays like parrots’ feathers. Their diet and their environment had allowed for those small mutations, which persisted, then spread. Colorful differences to attract mates would be even more important among people in a primitive state. If she was forced outside, she would never be alone—never have a choice—and she would probably give birth to