The Lost Equation Chapter 1 Snippet

“A lust for immortality drives technology without regard for the

nature of man. Those who possess technology are seen as

practitioners of “Magic” by those who do not yet possess the

same. As our lust for technology grows, so grows our likelihood of

universal extinction by the same advances. I foresee the day when our

lust exceeds our humanity and that day, I will not become a party to.”

The impeccably attired and groomed broadcaster, his face etched

with seriousness, looked up from the tablet he had been reading from

and offered the cameras a solemn, practiced gaze. Above his left

shoulder was an image of an immense blackboard holding a very

complicated string of equations and formulas. The words he recited

were in the lower right corner of the board, where the results of the

complicated technical writings were normally to be

contained. Instead, the long-lost answer to his equation has been

erased, and his final statement written in its place.

“Those were the last words written by Professor Georg Agustus

Hoffmann before his disappearance more than thirty-five years ago.

The inset picture on the screen changed to focus on the portion of

the large blackboard holding the professor's last mathematical efforts

at Stanford University.

Chapter 1 What Would Ransome Do (WWRD)

"What do you think, Ransome? Did I make the right decision? They

officially announced the interview. There is no going back now." I

murmur to my loyal wolf hybrid, sprawled at my feet like a furry

guardian. He lifts his massive head, those intelligent amber eyes

meeting mine with what I swear is a knowing look. Sometimes, I

wonder if he understands more than he lets on. His presence is a

constant comfort in a world of variables and uncertainties.

"You may be the only living being that has not yet given an opinion

on what this means?" I lean over to him and show him the photo. "So,

buddy, what's your take on it?" I ask Ransome. He raises his broad

head, looks at the photo, looks at me, sniffs the photo, sneezes, and

then drops his head back down atop his paws with no opinion. "Yeah,

I don't think it quite smells right either."