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Genome
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The British Government has been working on a highly dangerous top secret project. When their experiments go wrong, the whole world suffers. Kensington Holloway, the scientist tricked into unleashing this horror, must find a way to undo the terror he has bestowed upon the unsuspecting world before it is too late...before mankind goes extinct.

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PublisherThe Saber
Release dateMay 1, 2016
ISBN9781310797873
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Writer, artist, sculptor, make-up/mask creator, producer, director.Saber has done a little of everything in life and pulls from those vast banks of resources to write the stories published here. Please give me your comments - good or bad, but please be honest. It will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.One more... for a recommendation of my novel Darque Reflections , my favorite TikTok personality, @alexandramaylin had this to say... http://vm.tiktok.com/dgkre2/Check out my ebooks at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/saberbooksHard copies of 2 (at the moment) are available at most online book sellers.

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    Genome - The Saber

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    With nothing left but intense guilt and deepest regret, I, Kensington Alton Holloway, III do hereby pen my last entry into this, my journal, with the hope that someday the aberrations we have created might somehow pass on to select for a purer race to displace that which is our utmost shame and folly. Or maybe they will eradicate themselves and a small pocket of humanity has managed to escape the heightened sense in our enemies. It all started just a little more than eight years ago. I was fresh out of the University, Oxford, where I had finished my post doctorate studies and was hungry to whet my appetite in something that was formerly forbidden by society, as it should have been. But times changed, governments lie to their people, and a very select few of us were inducted into a secret project called the Albion Project. A romantic name and notion for something that has consigned us all to burn in Hell for eternity for our sins against humanity and God Himself! Anyway, I digress. The story begins thusly...

    July 29, 2072

    Welcome to Albion Dr. Holloway! the pig-faced general greeted me at the helipad. I’m sure you will find this project something to your liking! Your résumé is quite impressive, I must say. he added, smiling an ugly, yet kind smile to the young scientist...

    Why, thank you, General, Kensington replied, taken aback by the man’s admiration for one so recently graduated and untried in the real world.

    "We have gathered the finest scientists to work on this project, and with your accomplishments at such a prestigious university, I made sure you were recruited." His ugly smile grew a little broader.

    I really don’t know what to say..., Kensington replied.

    You don’t have to say a thing, my dear doctor, General Appleby said. You just have to do what you do best, for His Majesty, the King and for England. That is all we ask. The general’s face lost its smile, which was actually an improvement. But the implication behind what he said was much more serious than Kensington could fathom.

    I will do my best, Sir, Kensington replied in earnest.

    Together, they entered into a small domed structure, akin in look to a bubble that had partially risen from the ground. The fact that the dome was somewhat buried, with grass growing on the roof and sides, only added to the illusion. Inside, the little room was occupied only three armed soldiers, one standing on either side of an elevator door and the third standing in front of the general and Kensington. They snapped to attention, then pulled their rifles up and aimed them at the duo as the third stepped in front of the two who had just entered. He raised a hand in a gesture to stop them, which they did.

    Who are you and what business do you have in this place? he asked, with a strong cockney accent.

    General Appleby, of His Majesty’s Royal Army and Dr. Kensington Holloway, from Oxford. he answered. We are here for the Albion Project, he replied, making several strange gestures with his hands. Then he walked to the side wall where a pair of binocular-type lenses were sticking out of the wall. A bright flash on his face followed by Welcome, General Horace Appleby, in a soft, feminine voice said. General, it continued, What does the color blue smell like?

    It smells like the White Cliffs of Dover in the midst of a Fairy Tale Dream, he said, looking at the sentry in front of him. The sentry was making strange gestures at the general who was studying the movements closely. Then the general nodded, and the sentry walked to the viewer and let his retinas be scanned.

    Welcome, Sergeant. Raymond Banner, the voice purred. Sergeant. Banner walked to the guard on his left, took position, while the guard walked to the scanner and repeated the drill.

    Welcome, Corporal William Clarence Smith, the voice said. He then replaced the guard on the right.

    Welcome, Corporal James Hillary Wood. Corporal Wood then replaced Sergeant Banner who stood before the General and snapped to attention. The guards on either side of the door pulled out keys and entered one in a key hole in the middle of a line of five on each side of the door. They simultaneously turned their keys and then took a second key, each one placed in a different hole from the other, and again, simultaneously turned their keys. They then did a third key, again in a different keyhole from the other, but this time the guard on the left turned his key a little before the guard on the right.

    The elevator door opened and the general and his charge entered. The general looked at the quizzical expression on Kensington’s face. He looked at the young scientist, amused.

    Can’t have too much security, you know. Kensington said nothing in response, but just nodded, his expression deepening. The elevator went down... and down... and down. Kensington felt a little bit panicky inside.

    Just how far down does this elevator go? he asked. The general looked at him expressionless as he answered.

    The floor you will be going to is one-hundred feet under the structure we entered. That is all you need to know for now. The general had to fight hard to suppress the mirth rising up in him at the comical expression of shock on Kensington’s face. They rode the elevator down for over a minute before it stopped and the doors opened, revealing antiseptic-white walls down a hallway that branched to the left and the right after fifty meters. But a side door opened before they got that far and the general put a restraining hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

    Don’t ever go that way, he pointed to the end of the hallway where they were headed.

    Why? Kensington asked. In answer, the general reached into his uniform pocket and pulled out a plum, the pitched it down the hall. It traveled only three feet in the air then vaporized.

    Welcome to your new home, Dr. Holloway. I don’t advise you travel unattended for a while. This place is full of traps like that. Now let me show you to your quarters.

    Kensington started work the next day, his roommate, Eric Johnson, guiding him along the many twists and turns of the labyrinthine complex. He explained what the research they would be working on was, at which point Kensington’s interests peaked.

    You cannot be serious! Kensington exclaimed. I thought that kind of research had been outlawed!

    It was, and still kind of is, Eric

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