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Jude was calling him and
texting him too much ever since they had gone to the cinema, which
was her idea anyway, just like the lunch date he would have soon.
He had a disquieting sense of her, a morbid feeling of
mistrust.
    He dialled her
number.
    “ Tom?”
she answered.
    “ Look,
Jude, I’m kind of worried about what you said, you know…eh,
well.”
    “ About me
being in love with you?”
    “ Yeah. I…
I…”
    “ It’s how
I feel.”
    “ I don’t
feel the same way, Jude, and I thought I should let you know.”
There was a moment of silence on the line before he spoke again.
“But, you’re a nice person and, it’s just me. I’m not ready for a
relationship right now. I…I’ve too much on my mind to be honest.
I’m not good for you, Jude.”
    “ It’s
okay. I understand, Tom. Thanks for telling me. We’re still on for
lunch?”
    “ Eh…Yeah,
we’re on.”
    He hopped the
university’s transit system to the main exit. From there, he took a
bus to New York City. Choosing a seat at the back, he pulled the
blinds and sat, feeling the cool air from the overhead vents.
    In the
semi-darkness, he felt exhilarated as he began to realize the
possibility of finding proof of the realm was real but he wished he
had all of his time.
    Hart worked for
the National Science Advisory in New York and his job involved
overseeing abatement procedures for disasters. It wasn’t a job he
particularly liked but it paid bills, not that he had many. He
didn’t drive a car nor did he socialize much. His expenses lay in
clothes and a mortgage for his New Jersey home.
    His thoughts
ran to the state of the earth remembering the meeting he scheduled
with a seismologist, Josh Marin. Tremors were spreading. It was
evident in Marin’s data for the Mid-Atlantic, California, and the
Pacific regions. Planet Earth was sliding into turmoil. Hart’s
fast-paced mind told him that sticking to old methods of reducing
global heat wouldn’t change anything. If glaciers could stop
melting so much the situation might improve due to a lessening
impact on seas but a credible solution was needed and fast. The one
option left was Olsen’s search for a new age in Inca artefacts. It
was the dawn of the Age of Aquarius, something he felt strongly
about and was awaiting the date.
    He
recalled the last time he met Olsen in California. Olsen had shown
him a sketch of a Quipu and had
said the Inca wove secrets using knots and threads. A great year
would come. It was the Earth’s new dawn and Atahualpa had commanded
them to record it.
    Hart had looked
at the artefact’s weave. The Quipu threads had many knots of
different sizes and colours. He had marvelled at the intricacy and
the pains taken to record the data but it was the Inca’s celestial
connections that captivated him most. Life existed in a realm that
was beyond space and time. He believed that, through it, the Inca
were able to associate with other worlds.
    As he settled
for his ride to New York City, his phone beeped. It was Ron Riley,
a UN climate specialist he was doing work for.
    “ Tom?”
Riley’s Lou Rawls tone called out.
    “ Ron,
what’s up?”
    “ Are you
attending the State of the Earth Conference in Paris?”
    “ No, I
don’t like conferences.”
    Riley knew
that. People had often complained of Hart’s brashness.
    “ This
one’s very important. Delegates from all over the world are gonna
be there, Tom.”
    “ That’s
the problem, too many people. Why don’t you go?”
    “ Frustration came from Riley. “You haven’t given me your
report on global weather patterns. I’m still waiting on it, so,
what do you want me to present?”
    Hart wasn’t
bothered. The renowned archaeologist, Dr. Arthur Bentley, was going
to the Paris meeting to present his and Olsen’s work on the Inca
prophecy. The world would know there was hope and that mattered
more. Feeling a bit guilty, he said, “There’s another meeting
coming up in New York. I’ll be ready with the reports but,