Déjà Vu: A Technothriller Hocking, Ian (online e book reader .TXT) 📖

“I’m aware of that, David,” said Castle. “Tell your story. This is a modern office. It will accept communications from your computer.”

“Very well. Ego, patch into the conference facilities in this room. Dim the lights. Display a picture of the West Lothian Complex. This, Ms Castle, is where our story begins.”

Jennifer had her elbows on the table. She was nervous. Ms Castle would surely make a decision about their future based on David’s testimony. She stole a glance at Professor Michaels. He smiled and she relaxed.

“So Hartfield,” David said, “was sent back in time to the precise point of the explosion. In fact, he caused it. We think that the time machine’s computer was hacked by my own personal computer just before we entered the cavern.”

“And why do you think that?” Castle asked.

“It would need to be an external computer…but, more than that, we have to remember who gave me this computer.”

“It was Saskia Brandt,” Castle said. “She provided the equipment that was left in the shed. The shed that was in the field where the glider went down. I remember.”

“So?” prompted David.

“I see. You believe that Saskia Brandt carried out her objective after all. She managed to stop Hartfield contacting his younger self. She sabotaged his time travelling at source. By all accounts a girl with a long memory.”

“A very clever girl,” Jennifer said.

“I don’t suppose you can prove this, David? After all, even with a plausible story, if you have no evidence then we must fall back on the available facts: the computer belongs to you. You must accept responsibility for its actions. The Automaticity Act, 2006, I believe.”

David raised a hand and let it fall. “Well, whatever. I never expected to get off Scott-free. I all can do is give you the facts.”

Another voice came from the conference speakers: “Excuse me. I am Ego, the personal computer involved. I am now authorised to tell you that Saskia Brandt has provided three signed copies of her story. I must tell you that it tallies precisely with David’s version. For safe keeping, copies were given to three legal firms in each of the three cities of New York, London and Geneva.

Saskia filed them one year ago today. Physical, hand-written copies were also placed in safety deposit boxes in those countries. I can give full details.”

Castle smiled. “Perhaps we could also meet Ms Brandt.”

“I do not have that information,” Ego said.

There was a long silence. “Well,” Castle said. “I have a board meeting.” She stood and folded her computer away. David scooped Ego from the desk and dropped it in his wallet.

“Wait,” Jennifer said. “What about us?”

“For the time being you’ll stay in guest quarters here. They are quite comfortable. I have to speak to the board about this. At the very least, we need to discuss future funding proposals, if Mr Hartfield’s absence proves to be permanent.”

“I’m sure it will,” David said quietly.

“You will also need to speak to our legal team. However, I will advise the board that no charges be pressed. David, because you are here illegally, you will sent back to Britain. There you will answer any charges. I will ask the board to provide legal representation for you; as a recipient of monies from the Hartfield foundation, I’m sure that our board will agree that we share some responsibility for your present situation. Professor Michaels and Dr Proctor, you will each have your security clearance suspended. Again, I’m sure this will be temporary.”

Jennifer asked, “How long?”

Castle looked at Proctor. “Two months. Take a holiday. I hear the weather in Britain is awful.”

“And our funding?” asked Professor Michaels.

“Professor, you have invented a time machine. You’ll get your money.”

Castle shook their hands. “The guards will take you to your quarters. You can speak to nobody apart from each other. I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, David?”

“Yes, Ms Castle?”

“Keep an eye on your wallet.”

The Murderer Unmasked (II)

Smoke filled the five levels of the West Lothian Centre. At the bottom, near the New World computer, the fire raged. Hartfield’s body had destroyed a small electricity plant. The time machine had inserted him only metres below David’s laboratory. The fire had begun slowly. It reached up to the Liquid Storage Device. Its hardened exterior did not crack; it digital inhabitants did not die; but the computer initiated an emergency shutdown. As Hartfield evaporated, New World froze, to be awakened in twenty years.

McWhirter opened his eyes. An alarm whistled in his earpiece. The continuous tone meant fire. He lay behind the reception desk. He remembered talking to a person, perhaps a guard, but nothing else. He forehead was crusty with blood. He climbed to feet. He saw a stampede of personnel. A guard, who was directing them, asked, “What happened, sir?”

“Nothing. Keep these people moving.”

Two days later, McWhirter would check the surveillance footage for that afternoon. It would be blank. The fire had reached the computer before its data were archived at an off-site computer. It did not occur to McWhirter that an assailant had knocked him unconscious. He checked the tapes because he was a thorough man who thoroughly cherished his Distinguished Conduct Medal. Later, at the hearings, he told the panel that he had been making a manual confirmation of the computer’s fire shut-down procedures. The panel nodded. Nobody checked his story.

The guard turned away and shouted, “Keep moving, keep moving.”

The concert theatre was ten metres below. It could seat one hundred people. When the explosions began they had been listening to Dr David Proctor take his antique guitar through the strains of Cavatina. Soon they poured through the exits. All of them made it to the emergency stairwells ahead of the other personnel. David fought against them, back down the corridor towards his wife’s laboratory. The explosions intensified and the floor dropped. Everybody fell prone.

But not David. He took advantage of the pause and charged over them. Helen worked five doors down on the left. He needed to make sure that she made it. He needed