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Chapters (57)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Contents
  6. Epigraph
  7. Prologue
  8. Part One: GDO (The Great Die-Off) 2020–2025
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Part Two: 2028
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Part Three: Awakenings
  26. Chapter 16
  27. Chapter 17
  28. Chapter 18
  29. Chapter 19
  30. Chapter 20
  31. Chapter 21
  32. Chapter 22
  33. Chapter 23
  34. Chapter 24
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Chapter 29
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. Chapter 38
  49. Chapter 39
  50. Chapter 40
  51. Chapter 41
  52. Chapter 42
  53. Epilogue
  54. Epigraph
  55. Novels by Steve Alten
  56. About the Author
  57. Copyright

For a second I vomited in my own mouth; it was all I could do to keep from retching.

I saw the pond ahead … actually what I saw was a grove of ten-foot-tall cattails and a black-and-yellow–striped largemouth bass that leapt out of the water to catch a mosquito the size of a catcher’s mitt.

The path that surrounded the pond was composed of wood chips, and I followed it to the left as instructed. A smaller version of the wooden front gate appeared fifty yards ahead. Behind me, I could hear the spider-women’s legs tearing through the jasmine shrubs and knew it was going to be close.

Bursting through the redwood doors, I barely avoided the bark-flesh grasp of a deformed human hand the size of a Volkswagen Beetle. Looking up, I saw a ninety-foot oak tree, its upper trunk encompassing something that vaguely resembled Bella Maharaj’s face.

And then I was falling, sliding on my buttocks down the slippery spinach-green slope of an elephant ear leaf, one sixty-foot heart-shaped sheet of genetically enhanced Mother Nature depositing me into the cradle of the next as I plummeted twenty stories in thirty seconds before the ride ended in a sudden brilliant blast of pain.

Chapter 29

29

Knowledge becomes evil if the aim be not virtuous.

—PLATO

Vanilla sway … vanilla sway … vanilla—

“Huh!” I opened my eyes.

I was on my back, lying on an examination table. Disoriented, the room spinning, I was close to panic when my fiancée leaned over me, her dark hair cut short like she wore it on Oceanus, her sensuous thick lips smiling lovingly at me.

“Andie? Please tell me I’m awake.”

“Baby, you’re awake and you’re safe.”

I smiled. I giggled. I tried to sit up—but my head didn’t take kindly to the gesture and I had to lay back down again, the room still spinning.

“Take it slow, Ike, you’ve been unconscious for quite a while.”

“I guess I have, haven’t I? Andie, I had the most bizarre dream. I dreamt I woke up in Oceanus twelve million years in the future. The moon had been struck by the asteroid that passed by Earth while we were frozen, and everything was different. GOLEM went nuts, cloning all the women’s DNA, using it to genetically engineer some seriously freakish beings.” I raised my head just enough to assure myself Andria’s jumpsuit had human legs and feet, then laid back down, a smile stretched across my face.

She smoothed away a strand of hair from my forehead, then kissed me gently on the lips. “You gave us all quite a scare. Thankfully, the Creator was able to save you.”

“Wait … what?” My heart seemed to cramp, my body trembling. I attempted to sit up again, only to discover my wrists and ankles were strapped to an aero gel surgical light table. “What the hell is this? Get me out of these restraints!”