Robert J. Sawyer
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The basis for the hit ABC TV series and the Aurora Award-winning novel that started it all!
Two minutes and seventeen seconds that changed the world
Suddenly, without warning, all seven billion people on Earth black out for more than two minutes. Millions die as planes fall from the sky, people tumble down staircases, and cars plow into each other.
But that's the least of the survivors' challenges. During the blackout, everyone experienced a glimpse of what his or her future holds―and the interlocking mosaic of these visions threatens to unravel the present.
some kind of prank?” Theo looked at Lloyd. “She doesn’t know.” Lloyd cleared his voice, then spoke up. “Dr. Tompkins, this is Lloyd Simcoe. I’m also a Canadian, although I was with the D-Zero Group at Fermilab until 2007, and for the last two years I’ve been here at CERN.” He paused, not sure what to say next. Then: “What time is it there?” “Just before noon.” The sound of a stifled yawn. “Today is my day off; I was sleeping in. What’s this all about?” “So you haven’t been up yet today?”
they were both standing, and we stood, too. The whole time, we stood around, like we were waiting for the fucking bus. They were both quiet for a bit, like they didn’t know what to say. And then, finally, my mother spoke up. She said, ‘Your father is moving out.’ Just like that. No preamble, no softening the blow: ‘Your father is moving out.’ “And then he spoke. ‘I’ll get a place nearby. You’ll be able to see me on weekends.’ “And my mother added, as if it needed to be said, ‘Your father and I
parents’ marriage?” Theo was surprised by the question. He frowned as he considered it. “Fine, I guess; they still seem to be happy. Dad was never very demonstrative, but Mom never seemed to mind.” “My father is dead,” said Michiko. “But I suppose he was a typical Japanese of his generation. Kept everything inside, and his work was his whole life.” She paused. “Heart attack; forty-seven years old. When I was twenty-two.” Theo searched for the right words. “I’m sure he’d be very proud of you if
in, pulled out a hanger, and put the jacket on it. He then replaced the hanger inside the closet . . . and the jacket slipped from it to the closet floor. Gaston’s voice lashing out again: “Damn it, Marc, can’t you be more careful?” Marc . . . Marc! Mon Dieu! That’s why he looked familiar. A family resemblance. Marc. The name Marie-Claire and he had chosen for the child she was carrying. Marc Béranger. Gaston hadn’t even yet held the baby in his arms, hadn’t burped it over his shoulder,
guess I am off the hook.” 26 LIKE EVERY PHYSICIST, THEO WAITED WITH interest each year to see who would be honored with the Nobel Prize—who would join the ranks of Bohr, Einstein, Feyn-man, Gell-Mann, and Pauli. CERN researchers had earned more than twenty Nobels over the years. Of course, when he saw the subject header in his email box, he didn’t have to open the letter to know that his name wasn’t on this year’s list of honorées. Still, he did like to see which of his friends and colleagues