Alex Gore - The Cube

Just when it was about to leave the runway and raise in the air, the aircraft suddenly lost its propulsion and literally slumped back on the ground on its landing gear. There was a tumult of indignation and fear around the economy class cabin and the airhostesses scurried along the aisle.

Probably the next technical failure or a check-up against a terrorist attack – lately this had become quite common around all airports. Or was it because of the Shining – that beautiful, though strange phenomenon of which all the physicists had been talking for the last week? It made sense: eruptions in the Sun, combined with space dust, entering the atmosphere…or at least that was the explanation she had heard from a guest in the morning TV show. She was really horrified of flying and always when getting on board of an aircraft, she asked for a glass of rose wine and was in a hurry to be absorbed by some interesting reading. But even her suffocating terror of heights did not prevent her from noticing that the sky was like a Monet picture – from greenish during the last few days it had turned pink.

The flight was aborted. The panic and fear gave place to irritated murmurs and tedious waiting in a confined space with no knowledge of what was going on.

This time, however, they did not have to wait long. The door to the cabin opened slowly and two men, all in black, came into the belly of the aircraft and confidently strode towards Marcela. They resembled predators, that were sure of acquiring their prey. A hot wave consumed Marcela’s back.

She was the prey.

As far as I remember, I postponed the explosions of airplanes until after Christmas , she tried to make an encouraging joke in her thoughts. She did not find it funny, but still made an effort to summon all of her feminine charms and asked the man in the black leather jacket, standing in front of her:

“What is the problem with the airplane? How can I help you, sir?”

She took a quick look of him. His hair was crew cut, military style, and the lamps reflected in his low monkey forehead.

“Miss Tarantino, be kind to come with us out of the plane”, he said but it was by no account a kind request, because the man grabbed her forearm and with the other hand took out abruptly her bag from the overhead baggage compartment.

“But what’s going on, for Christ sake? You can’t just do this to me!”, she tried to argue.

“You are coming with us, Miss”, he repeated and her skin prickled with the hissing in his voice.

She was trying without success to free herself from his iron hold, while he was pushing her in front of him along the aisle towards the exit. The heads of the rest of the passengers were aligned like a guard of honor and their curious and sympathetic glances were seeing off the beautiful gentle girl and the fearsome bad guys.

“Change of flights – you are leaving for Cairo, Miss.”

Seismic Activity Communique for the period: 2017-09-13

Date & time UTC

30min ago

Latitude degrees 39.57 N

Longitude degrees 26.01 E

2017-09-13 16:37:53.0 38min ago

2017-09-13 15:50:40.3 1hr 25min ago

2017-09-13 15:21:39.8 1hr 54min ago

2017-09-13 15:21:09.8 1hr 55min ago

2017-09-13 15:03:53.0 2hr 12min ago

2017-09-13 14:47:11.1 2hr 29min ago

2017-09-13 14:39:35.3 2hr 36min ago

2017-09-13 14:16:03.0 3hr 00min ago

2017-09-13 14:06:49.0 3hr 09min ago

2017-09-13 14:01:12.0 3hr 15min ago

39.57 N 26.04 E

19.22 N 19°25‘22.9 W

156°26‘42.4 Depth Mag (+) Region km

5 2.5 NEAR THE COAST OF WESTERN TURKEY

3 2.6 NEAR THE COAST OF WESTERN TURKEY

7.1ISLAND OF HAWAII, HAWAII

S 9°52’14.4 E

158°26’03.5 10.78

6.9SOLOMON ISLANDS

37.12 N 37.42 E 7 2.2 CENTRAL TURKEY

44.24 N 11.88 E 18 2.4 NORTHERN ITALY

47.45 N 7.85 E 7 1.6 SWITZERLAND

42.77 N 11.82 E 6 2.0 CENTRAL ITALY

3.23 N

21.67 21°26‘24.20 W

157°59‘51.8 S 68.48 W 117

6.5OAHU REGION, HAWAII

3.7 ANTOFAGASTA, CHILE

39.55 N 26.05 E

9 2.3 NEAR THE COAST OF WESTERN TURKEY

2017-09-13 15.24 N 93.63 W 68 13:55:25.0 3hr 20min ago

2017-09-13 36.93 N 27.58 E 2 13:51:42.5 3hr 24min ago

2017-09-13 55.46 N 166.54 E 10 13:42:56.3 3hr 33min ago

2017-09-13 40.52 N 41.95 E 11 13:26:56.8 3hr 49min ago

2017-09-13 38.83 N 118.82 W 9 13:21:54.9 3hr 54min ago

2017-09-13 S 21°12’42.3 E 2 13:14:43.8 165°56’32.3 4hr 01min ago

2017-09-13 24°04’18.9 S 12:56:28.0 152°35’07.6 4hr 19min ago E 26

2017-09-13 32.16 S 71.92 W 26 12:52:00.0 4hr 24min ago

2017-09-13 15.88 N 93.74 W 94 12:48:33.0 4hr 27min ago

2017-09-13 38.69 N 27.23 E 8 12:48:05.0 4hr 28min ago

2017-09-13 6.77 N 73.11 W 146 12:47:50.0 4hr 28min ago

2017-09-13 40.17 N 20.22 E 2 12:37:27.0 4hr 38min ago

2017-09-13 43.18 N 132.51 E 490 12:09:21.2 5hr 07min ago

2017-09-13 15°34‘35.0 57 E 11:51:44.0 N 145°49‘03.6 5hr 24min ago

4.2 OFFSHORE CHIAPAS, MEXICO

2.5 DODECANESE IS.TURKEY BORDER REG

4.6 KOMANDORSKIYE OSTROVA REGION

2.1 EASTERN TURKEY

2.3 NEVADA

8.3NEW CALEDONIA

6.4OFFSHORE EASTERN AUSTRALIA

3.4 OFFSHORE VALPARAISO, CHILE

4.5 OFFSHORE CHIAPAS, MEXICO

2.5 WESTERN TURKEY

2.5 NORTHERN COLOMBIA

2.1 ALBANIA

4.2 PRIMOR‘YE, RUSSIA

6.1MARIANA ISLANDS

For the last 24 hours quakes with magnitude not exceeding 4.7 are observed all along the surface of the Earth. No volcanic eruptions have been detected. Seismic activity at the ocean bottom is within the range of 0-0.7.

A sub-continental active region was localized in the South Pacific with quakes concentrated over limited territory exceptionally great in number and very powerful. The eight most powerful ones were with magnitude of 6.1 – 8.2.

Results of comparative analysis according to geographic features: NO MATCHING. There are no available data in the archives about similar activity in that region.

Results of comparative analysis according to time features: NO MATCHING.

Ever since the beginning of laboratory seismology research and preservation of data for the last 100 years there has not been a similar case described.

RECOMMENDATIONS:

- Announcing of 4 thdegree emergency alert

- Ceasing of all military training activities

- Informing the local authorities/population in the mentioned regions

- A special alert signal to the atomic power stations functioning in the region.

“Alan, Alan… Alan”, an Afro-American boy about thirteen was shouting, running along the beach towards the sea and waving like a madman.

Alan Parker was handsomely sculptured in his tight swimsuit. He was one of those men whose age is hard to define and who exude animal health. Allen had the typical for an athlete thin skin, under which every muscle fiber was outlined, graceful and full of energy. The man was boasting a tanned hairless body and his tech suit emphasized the power of his distinct muscles. He was strong on the outside and simple to understand on the inside.

Because along with the physical strength of such men, the weakness of their excessive vanity is soaked in their every movement. One could see from miles away that they yearn to be noticed, approved of, liked and even worshipped by ordinary mortals around them.

Stable on his windsurf, it was obvious that it was a child’s play for him not only to balance on the board but to harness it to any wish of his. He loved riding this wooden board with a sail among either the calm or the madness of the sea. He had never felt any fear of the elements or the ocean, he would rather be scared of the empty bay early in the morning and the lack of an audience. However, on rare occasions like today he rode alone without any company in the water and with no watchers on the beach. He listened to the wind and his thoughts again went to Margaret.