Aliomenti Saga 6: Stark Cataclysm Read Online Free PDF

rock and element composition of islands in the Atlantic Ocean. His father had met his mother a thousand years ago in England, and they’d spent a great deal of time in the United States in more recent centuries. The Atlantic seemed the most likely location of the hidden island. He also hacked into several satellite systems and ordered another of his dozen computers to scan for land formations not shown on modern maps.
    He pulled out a pad of paper and made a list of things he could do to try to narrow down the location of the island further. He could ask Adam additional questions. He could try to contact Eva, the oldest member of the Alliance—at least, the oldest one currently accessible to him—and ask questions about the time she’d been estranged from his mother. He scratched that idea out. Eva seemed to have forgiven the abandonment, but Fil had detected slight traces of resentment still when he’d seen the two women together. He’d revisit that option if the others failed.
    He put the writing supplies down and slid over to his current project. His personal Energy supply was nearly infinite. Humans used a different type of energy, namely electricity, to power their machines and electronic gadgets. Production was expensive and consumed vast quantities of natural resources. He had ideas about producing a personal generator, small enough to be easily portable but powerful enough to operate an average human home. It didn’t work yet, but he knew he could work on it for decades if necessary.
    He yawned, and realized how tired he was. The day had been the most emotionally draining day of his life, and he needed sleep. School the next day would be its own type of challenge. He wanted to think he’d be treated with compassion, but this was high school. Far more likely he’d be mocked over his new status as orphan.
    He teleported to his room and was asleep the instant his head touched his pillow.
    He dreamt of the night his father—his young father—had been stolen away to the future by his older self. He wanted answers, searched the memory video library for answers to questions he couldn’t formulate. He found no answers. The dreams ended, his sleep deepened, and he woke the next morning physically refreshed.
    The night’s sleep did nothing to reverse the emotional toil of the previous day.
    Nor did the deep sleep lessen his concerns about what might happen at school. Would he lose control if pushed? He wouldn’t take that chance. He bypassed the kitchen and went straight to the discharge chamber. When he finished he felt drained, and wondered if it resembled the effects of Aramis’ Damper.
    He enjoyed breakfast—fruits and vegetables grown in the Cavern and blended together to form a refreshing and nutrient-rich juice—in silence. Communication in their household was Energy driven; even spoken conversation carried layers of context and emotion humans couldn’t detect. Adam and Angel knew he needed his space, and didn’t try to force conversation upon him.
    He finished his drink and dropped the cup into the dishwasher before snatching his backpack and marching out the door. Have a nice day, Fil. And… stay calm.
    Fil sighed. I will, Adam.
    I know you’ll try. Extra diligence over the next few days is…
    I said I will, Adam. He could feel the pressure in his mouth from gritting his teeth as he walked. I’m well acquainted with the cruelty of people my age, especially since I can sense it coming before a word is ever spoken.
    There was a pause. I trust you, Fil. This is an unfair burden on you. All of it. This is my… clumsy means of offering my encouragement.
    He walked along, taking long strides, enjoying the late summer breeze. He glanced up at the overcast skies, wondering if rain would fall today. Rain made him think of Will, and he longed for the chance to once again speak to his father—either version. That would never happen. Will had gone centuries at times without speaking to Hope.
    He looked