Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
‘I investigated suicides. I had to look into the lives of people to validate the claims and nearly every single one of them were cunts like you. Rich fucking bastards that bankrupted themselves through greed and couldn’t face a life of poverty and not being able to drive a fucking Porsche. People like you have no concept of the misery you cause. You fucking killed yourself for money? You abandoned your family for money? You brought us here and dumped us in the fucking dinosaur times to alleviate your own guilt? Fuck you. Fuck you and what you stand for. This is too big to be left in the hands of a fucking idiot like you. Where does the money come from?’
Roland swallowed. The intensity of the words pouring from Ben wilted him. The ferocity of the glare together with the calm tone of the voice was frightening. ‘Investments,’ he said weakly.
‘Investments? What investments?’
‘We can’t just take money. The impact on the timeline would be . . . I mean. In theory I could use future knowledge to gain a fortune but that could influence the timeline. I invest in stocks and shares that I know will do well. Some small amounts here and there that pay out but that do not upset the natural—’
‘Just steal it. Find a drug or gun smuggler and fucking steal it . . . actually, tell me where one is and I’ll go do it right now.’
‘We can’t! You can’t . . . I mean . . . think about it. The smuggler wakes up to find his money gone. Who does he blame? Who does he kill in revenge? That is influence on the timeline.’
‘Gold then. Go back in time and find gold or diamonds.’
‘Again, we cannot. What if that gold or diamond is used later in the timeline?’
‘There you go. Right there,’ Ben said darkly.
‘What?’ Roland asked.
‘You place higher regard for material wealth than you give value to the lives of people.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘You killed yourself for money. You dumped me, Safa and Harry here and fucked off to play stockbroker and you care more for a lump of gold or a cluster of diamonds than the entirety of the human species . . .’
‘Okay,’ Roland said as he stood up. ‘I think this conversation is over.’
‘You extracted me from my death—’
‘I did but—’