Code of Disjointed Letters: ( Doomsday Will Arise From the Past Read Online Free PDF

the program. However, please be calm and considerate. As you may know, viewers also have some questions and expectations. Let’s direct the program toward answering them.”
    Tahsin turned to Fatin. “And you, Mr. Fatin, please don’t sabotage this multidisciplinary program, which is already very tense. I want to give you the opportunity to speak and communicate with the public.”
    “OK, fair enough,” Fatin said, despite the red sparks flashing in his eyes.
    By the time the assistant declared that we would be on the air in thirty seconds, all of the panelists had taken their places and were busy sorting the notes in front of them.
    “On air!”
    “Dear viewers, it seems these exciting and intriguing topics have affected our panel greatly. We will continue our provocative discussion by consulting our cleric about apocalyptic signs. We will ask for Dr. Özel’s thoughts on the creation and functioning of the universe and to make it clear whether what Ms. Gizem has said about the presence of various energy clusters at the center of the Milky Way is possible. But first, provided that he is calm, I’d like to turn back to Mr. Fatin. What are the sensations and statements you have received from the jinns? And please observe decorum while speaking.”
    The so-called journalist was fanning the flames like a lunatic.
    Fatin took a deep breath; he was clearly angry. “When talking about the respectability level of the program,” Fatin began, “you should consider the person whose name you bear. Hasan Tahsin went down in history as a journalist, firing the first bullet toward the enemy in Izmir. You, however, have been struggling merely to sell a few more ads for the program.”
    Fatin grabbed Tahsin’s hand and, as he continued, his eyes turned up until only the whites were visible, “By the word ‘level,’ you mean I should accommodate the public? The public that buys weapons only to increase the suffering of the hungry? The public that tolerates murder? Thanks to you, now I am a murderer. The public that uses votes and opportunities and opens concentration camps filled up with untried prisoners? Thanks to you, I am now an oppressor. The public that is proud of having built the biggest prison in Europe, not the biggest library? Thanks to you, I’m now illiterate. However, I don’t think we should put the blame on the people who did it. The guilt belongs to the ministers. Are you asking about the end of the world? Here it is!”
    He withdrew his hand from the journalist’s, leaving some bloody scratches, and his irises appeared once more. He was now murmuring to himself, “I’m even sick of it all. What’s next?”
    Tahsin’s face was pale as he stammered. Such unexpected situations during a live-broadcast generally require a compulsory break, and indeed, the assistant hoarsely announced that we would return to air in seven-minutes. Although I had come here to present my book and talk about the code, at this point, I didn’t even know where I was.
    The time passed quickly, and soon, the on-air warning arrived. I hoped the journalist would bring the discussion back to Earth.
    “Okay,” he said when the break ended. “We will turn back to this hot topic and our guests’ projections soon, but first, I’d like to give some time to a brand-new writer, who has put forward an amazing first book containing some incredible arguments.” As he spoke, he stared helplessly at me.
    Just then the door of the studio opened, and someone came inside. I turned and saw that it was Elif. Looking tired, she slipped inside with a briefcase. She glanced at the set, the scene, the people sitting at the table, and then turned to the camera and the hot spotlights. She was angry and I realized it hadn’t been a very good idea to do something like this behind her back. I must have forgotten to turn off the computer and now I’d been caught. Elif’s shrill voice rang in my ears.
    “Your book has just come out. We haven’t even