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military applications to world economics.
    The pinnacle of the QuanTech 3’s development was the ability to use WorldCode Data combined with probability math - equations allowing it to successfully predict the future in the simulation of any given probable event. This feature was nearly 100% successful and required only occasional calibration.
    The QIII was destroyed when a rogue Spiral operative named Durell abused the military processor (and its sub-systems) and attempted to use this all-powerful machine to take over global military systems, financial institutions and satellites, including the highly destructive Russian PredatorSAT modules.
    The QIII was destroyed by Spiral operative Cartervb512. All schematics were lost/destroyed. Further development of this kind of mind were subsequently abandoned.
    Keyword SEARCH>> QIII, NEX, SAD, SPIRAL_sadt, DURELL, FEUCHTER, Spiral_Q, Spiral_R, SVDENSKA, PAGAN

CHAPTER 2

BODY AND SOUL
    N atasha leant on her elbow, staring out at the freshly falling snow. Mountains reared in front of her, grey and jagged rock scattered with ice and forests sprawling across the lower slopes, all viewed through a reality snow-globe that had been freshly shaken. She smiled, her pretty brow creasing slightly, gaze fixing on the dominant pyramidal peak of the Matterhorn and hand moving protectively to her slightly swollen belly where her baby nestled within.
    ‘I wish you could see the snow and mountains, bubba.’
    ‘Who are you talking to?’
    A hand rested on her shoulder, and Nats turned, smiling up at Carter, who grinned. He was bearing a small silver tray on which were two squat glasses of Lagavulin.
    ‘Baby.’
    ‘Ahh,’ nodded Carter with mock understanding cascading across his - some would say brutal - features. ‘Of course - “baby”. How is baby? Is he well?’
    ‘He?’
    ‘Just a wild stab in the dark.’
    ‘Yeah, she is well.’
    There came a long and comfortable pause. Natasha reached out daintily, took the proffered glass, sipped at the distilled warmth. ‘I love this.’
    ‘The whisky?’
    ‘No, this place, the atmosphere. Snow falling gently outside with the Alps nestling in the background; the logs burning on the open fire and filling the room with real heat. The thick carpet between my toes, the glow of candlelight across the perfectly still surface of the whisky ... and you, here by my side, the father of my growing child. Picturesque, eh, Carter?’
    ‘Hm. How sweet. You’ve been reading that book by bloody Gillian Brewster again, haven’t you? Tsch! Look, did I tell you about the new mod I’ve got for the Browning HiPower 9mm? It’s brilliant, I got it from Simmo down in SP1 stores - a needle clip which slots on the top of the gun and ... and ...’ He saw Natasha’s dark frown.
    ‘Carter.’ Her voice was low and dangerous.
    ‘What?’
    Her eyes became more focused, her frown more intense.
    ‘What?’
    ‘My love, you are so romantic. Here we are, holidaying in Switzerland, our very own log cabin within the winter gardens of a five-star hotel overlooking the Zermatter Valley - a honeymoon of sorts for the unmarried ... and you have to talk about your large weapon .’
    ‘It’s always worked for me before.’ Carter grinned, knocking back the Lagavulin and allowing a look of ecstasy to pass across his battered boxer’s features. Carter: ex-military, Spiral operative of the first order; his face had been used too many times to cushion the impact of large men’s fists. But still, thought Natasha as she watched him through the crystal sparkling of Scotland’s finest malt, he was handsome - ruggedly handsome ... yes, battered and ruggedly handsome ... yes, beat up, rugged, battered smashed and very definitely ruggedly handsome.
    ‘Are you flirting with me, Mr Carter?’
    Carter carefully placed the empty crystal glass down on the marble table top and gave her a fearsome scowl - the scowl that had impaled assassins, the scowl that had felled Nex warriors, the