Apocalypse (35 page)

The five men were looking about them with uncomfortable expressions, set somewhere between curiosity and disgust. Men of power, Aubrey guessed, were not used to being kept in the dark and
disliked being told what to do and when to do it. Effectively brought here against their wishes, and without their bodyguards and other familiar security measures, they probably felt precisely as
Joaquin wanted them to feel: exposed and alone.

Joaquin spread his hands in a gesture of welcome.

‘Gentlemen, thank you for coming.’

Robert Murtaugh scowled up at him.

‘We’re only here because you’ve forced our hands, so don’t presume to believe that we’re willing visitors.’

Governor MacKenzie nodded in agreement.

‘I’ve had to put a major meeting on hold for this, Joaquin. It had better be worth it. You said we were meeting on your yacht. Why the hell are we down here? What is this
place?’

The Texan, Harry Reed, pointed to the huge metallic sphere dominating the center of the hub.

‘What in the name of darnation is that goddamn thing?’

Congressman Goldberg scanned the large plasma screens lining the walls of the hub, their coalesced news feeds taunting them with hundreds of voices.

‘Why all the news channels?’

‘All will be revealed,’ Joaquin said as he stepped down off the control platform. ‘For now, suffice to say that this hub is the center of my organization, the beating heart of
what will, in time, become the most powerful company on earth.’

Robert Murtaugh coughed out a bitter laugh and shook his head, his jowls swinging beneath his chin.

‘My ass, Joaquin. Your jumped-up little outfit isn’t worth a tenth of what my broadcasting network turns over.’

‘Not right now,’ Joaquin agreed, refusing to be baited. ‘But tomorrow . . .’

‘Something else you’ve seen in your damned visions?’ Governor MacKenzie uttered.

Joaquin smiled and extended one hand toward the metallic sphere nearby.

‘You will observe, gentlemen, that the sphere in the center of the hub has windows, and that those windows look out toward the television screens around the walls of the hub.’ The
men glanced up at the various news-feeds. ‘We see those feeds in the present, but from within the metal sphere, those newsfeeds are greatly accelerated by time dilation, allowing me to see
tomorrow’s news today.’

Robert Murtaugh glanced at the contraption. ‘Caused by what, exactly?’

Joaquin did not reply, and Dennis Aubrey took his cue.

‘A black hole,’ he explained, his own voice sounding small in his own ears, ‘large enough to cause sufficient time dilation to allow IRIS to see into the future, small enough
to remain under our control.’

Robert Murtaugh spat his response.

‘That’s impossible,’ he uttered. ‘I studied physics at college. Black holes form from collapsed stars of tremendous mass. You can’t possibly have achieved such
energies. It would take a particle accelerator the size of our solar system to generate enough pressure to produce a black hole. Human technology doesn’t even come close to what would be
required to . . .’

‘I haven’t captured a star,’ Joaquin replied.

‘You’re no scientist,’ Reed sneered at Joaquin in his Texan drawl, ‘so how could you have . . . ?’

‘I have people,’ Joaquin cut him off. ‘People who know how to achieve the impossible.’ He gestured to the chamber before them. ‘Do you even know what a black hole
is?’

When none of the gathered men responded and Murtaugh simply scowled, Joaquin looked across at Aubrey and raised an eyebrow. The scientist took a breath.

‘Black holes are formed when giant stars exhaust their nuclear fuel and begin to collapse under their own gravity,’ he explained, finding solace from his fears in the knowledge
accumulated from a life’s work. ‘Stars ordinarily are a balancing act, with the force of gravity that formed the star in the first place trying to crush it ever further inward, balanced
by the energy from nuclear fusion in the star’s core blazing outward. But when the fuel is exhausted, the nuclear fusion ends. With the core of the star no longer burning, there is no force
to prevent the star from being crushed by its own weight. Eventually, the core of the star collapses into itself with immense force, blasting the outer layers of the star away in what’s
called a supernova. The super-dense core usually remains as a smoldering remnant, but if the parent star was massive enough the core is crushed with such gravitational force that nothing can stop
the collapse of its entire mass into an infinitely small space. A singularity is formed, the heart of a black hole. It is a place without dimension, yet of incredible mass, where time literally
comes to a stop.’

Joaquin nodded.

‘Absolutely correct,’ he agreed, as he strolled off the platform and surveyed the control room. ‘However, in the event that formed our universe, the Big Bang, there were such
pressures and densities that much smaller, micro black holes were formed in their billions. More are produced daily by cosmic rays from the sun that collide at almost the speed of light with
particles in our earth’s atmosphere, creating micro black holes that pass through the earth at close to light-speed. All of these tiny black holes possess little more mass than a grapefruit
and pass through the earth almost unnoticed.’

Benjamin Tyler frowned.
‘Almost?’

Joaquin turned and lithely leapt up to the control panel.

‘Time-slips,’ he said grandly. ‘They produce tiny slips in time, their gravity distorting the flow of time around an observer just enough to cause them to experience events
that some people refer to, rather naively, as
supernatural.
’

‘Such as?’ Governor MacKenzie asked.

‘Déjà vu,’ Joaquin replied. ‘The feeling that you’ve been somewhere before. The reason for that is because you
have
been there before, moments before
you actually arrived. The micro black hole causes a tiny loop in time, too small to detect with the senses but enough that the human subconscious
remembers
what’s about to happen after
one of these micro black holes flash through your brain.’

‘That’s pure speculation,’ Murtaugh argued, leaning on a thin white cane. ‘You have no evidence to support it.’

‘What about ghosts?’ Joaquin suggested. ‘Albert Einstein himself stated that time can flip and loop over on itself, and it takes little imagination to picture the past
replaying itself before the eyes of those in the present. It wouldn’t take much for a small swarm of micro black holes passing through the earth to generate such a loop in time, the shadowy
past temporarily revived.’ Joaquin shrugged. ‘But I digress – I take it that you can see the basic structure of the device, now that you know its purpose. It contains an object of
tremendous power. Dennis, if you will?’

Aubrey gestured to the giant tokamak chamber and the huge magnetic-field generators.

‘A magnetic field is generated around the central sphere to attract and capture passing micro black holes as they travel through the earth,’ he said. ‘Black holes can carry a
charge depending on the particles they consume from matter around them. If any black holes captured are given a negative charge by firing electrons at them from a cathode-ray tube, they become
entrapped within the negatively charged surface of the chamber’s interior and forced into suspension in the center. They are repelled by the surrounding plates and thus combine.’

Joaquin clapped his hands in delight as he addressed the guests.

‘The chamber contains a pure vacuum which stops the black hole from consuming any particles and getting bigger,’ he explained. ‘We couldn’t create the pure vacuum on our
own, of course: what particles remained within the chamber were consumed by the first micro black holes that we caught.’

‘But how did you know where the micro black holes would be?’ Murtaugh asked. ‘It should have taken millions of years to have accumulated so many, even if solar cosmic rays were
producing them in our atmosphere.’

Joaquin smiled, expanding his arms to encompass the entire underwater complex.

‘Our planet has a number of what are known as magnetic anomalies,’ he explained. ‘They are regions where compasses fail, radio devices are cut off and all manner of atmospheric
phenomena prevail. The two best known are the Devil’s Triangle off the coast of Japan, a place so dangerous that it is actually a controlled area which is avoided by aircraft and vessels. The
other, here in the Florida Straits, is the Bermuda Triangle.’

Aubrey took over, the eyes of the guests fixed upon him.

‘The anomalies are caused by the micro black holes passing through the earth’s magnetic field, which directs them toward these points on the earth’s surface. This is why so
many anomalies seem compacted into a small geographic area. It’s why the facility was built here; Isaac Abell was trying to capture neutrinos, but instead the facility has been capturing
black holes.’

Joaquin must have learned from reading countless popular science books that black holes coalesced when they came into contact, creating larger black holes and in doing so, greater time dilation.
Out in deep space, Aubrey knew that truly gargantuan black holes dance in terminally declining orbits as they spiral in toward each other, causing tremendous warps in time and space so violent that
they form temporal ripples that spread across the entire universe. The largest yet found possessed the mass of twenty
billion
suns. By contrast, Joaquin’s black hole was a tiny speck,
but a speck that nonetheless could produce truly dramatic results.

‘How do you translate that into the ability to see into the future?’ Congressman Goldberg demanded.

Joaquin looked up at the plasma screens surrounding them on the walls of the dome.

‘That, gentlemen, is down to both the ubiquity of global news channels and something that you may have heard of before, a legend of science fiction, if you will, that was once considered
the stuff of fantasy and yet is now known to be real. It is the barrier between existence and oblivion, and is called the
event horizon
.’

‘What in the name of God is an event horizon?’ Reed asked. ‘And what the hell does it have to do with those news channels?’

Aubrey gestured to the plasma screens as he spoke. Joaquin clearly knew enough of the physics to understand that the black hole’s mass governed how much space, and therefore time, would
dilate around it. But the legendary event horizon was another matter.

‘All objects reflect light under normal circumstances, but a black hole is different,’ Aubrey said. ‘When vessels like the space shuttle seek to reach orbit, they have to do so
with tremendous force in order to reach a velocity of 17,500 miles per hour, the speed required to break free of earth’s gravity. This velocity is known as the escape velocity. The more
massive the planet, or star, the greater the velocity required to escape it.’

He turned, and gestured to the containment sphere.

‘A black hole compresses enormous amounts of mass into an infinitesimally small space,’ Aubrey said. ‘So much so that the fabric of space-time becomes so tightly twisted that
the escape velocity becomes greater than the speed of light and a darkened barrier forms between the black hole and the outside universe: the event horizon. Should an observer cross the event
horizon there is no going back, for nothing can travel faster than light. It is for this reason that black holes neither reflect nor emit light, for anything they consume is, by the laws of the
universe, forever trapped within. The bedtime stories of black holes “sucking” unwary travelers inside are a fallacy – the hole simply wraps time and space around itself so
tightly that, once close enough, there is no path to follow but one that leads directly into the singularity itself.’

Joaquin’s voice rang out in scarcely concealed delight: ‘Dennis here has calculated the black hole’s mass, and therefore its Schwarzschild Radius. This has given us the precise
location of the event horizon, and the precise amount of time dilation the black hole can produce.’

Congressman Goldberg peered up at the plasma screens.

‘So if you’re close to this event horizon, time moves at a different rate?’

‘Brilliant!’ Joaquin clapped. ‘That’s precisely what happens.’

‘The video cameras inside the chamber film the news channels . . .’ Murtaugh said.

‘Go on,’ Joaquin encouraged.

Aubrey realized that Joaquin was getting more excited by the moment as the devious nature of his device was revealed. But Murtaugh’s knowledge allowed him to go no further, so Aubrey
picked up the explanation.

‘But the cameras are close to the black hole’s event horizon, and so time moves at a different rate for them because the black hole’s immense mass twists both space and time
around it so tightly. Therefore, time beyond the horizon appears to run more swiftly. We retrieve the cameras after they’ve been in the chamber for a certain amount of time and replay what
they’ve seen.’

‘They play the future,’ Joaquin said. ‘They tell me what’s going to happen next via international news broadcasts.’

Governor MacKenzie looked up when Aubrey had finished speaking.

‘And how far, exactly, can this thing of yours see into the future?’

‘Approximately twenty-four hours,’ Aubrey replied. ‘The mass of the black hole limits how far we can see into the future. Currently, for every hour of time that passes, a
further hour into the future is seen by the cameras.’

MacKenzie turned away.

‘It’s time for me to leave,’ he said. ‘This crap isn’t worth the risk or the hassle.’

‘The ability to look into the future does not interest you, Governor?’

‘Of course it does,’ MacKenzie growled over his shoulder at Joaquin, ‘but twenty-four hours is not enough notice to swing voters or settle economic markets. This has no real
use for my office, and what about events that don’t make the news? All you’ve got here is major breaking stories, disasters and the like. Sure, big government might be all over you if
you told them about this, but on a state scale it’s just not enough for me to risk my tenure by doing whatever dirty little deals you’ve got in mind, Joaquin. I’m done
here.’