2040 Revelations (24 page)

‘What would you say to theorists and people that accuse the GMRC of pushing through a programme of control and governance that is tantamount to the instigation and groundwork for an all-powerful global government and police force?’ Jessica Klein asked the GMRC representative.

The camera zoomed in further on Mariana Lima, highlighting the importance and gravity of the question posed to her. ‘These concerns are very real; however, we have a dissolution programme which has been agreed upon by all but the most stubborn of governments. We will slowly give up our powers and as a new dawn emerges from the shadows we will become just another organisation to be wound up and shelved.’

‘And how long will it be until this new dawn you mention?’

‘Ask me that question in a year and I’d be able to give you a more precise answer. My answer now would be ten years, once the dust cloud has settled and when rebuilding work is well underway and a sense of normality has returned to all our lives.’

‘Thank you, Ms. Lima, that has been a nice taster for what is to come on the rest of the programme. We’ll now switch to the Telemetry Team for some real-time information. James, over to you.’

The image shifted to an adjoining studio where a young suited man stood next to a large screen which had multiple pictures and graphs on it. ‘Thanks, Jessica, and good day to you all. It’s that time of the show where we update you on all the live information on the meteorite … sorry, asteroid, and from ground reports from all over the world.’

James touched the screen and enlarged a shot of the asteroid itself as it slowly rotated on a skewed axis. With a flick of his hand the image became holographic, floating in the air beside him. ‘Breaking news,’ he said, ‘apparently gravitational pull from the close pass to the moon has altered AG5’s trajectory very slightly. Data now suggests it will be striking one hundred and fifty miles due south of previous predictions. This may affect a few penguins down in the South Pole, but the rest of us not so much.

‘AG5’s speed hasn’t changed, although images from tracking systems tell us it has shed more ice from its surface along with a chunk of rock a couple of hundred feet in diameter. This new piece of debris heading our way,’ – he flicked his finger and brought up another image, this time showing the reverse side of AG5 – ‘has been imaginatively entitled AG5 Minor and it may prove to be an anomaly which was unforeseen by many of the world’s scientists. The reason for this occurrence is that the composition of AG5 Minor is theorised to be less dense than its bigger brother. Another explanation is that it has been slowly detaching for thousands of years and the recent shift in gravity finally enabled it to break free.

‘We will be running a poll later to rename AG5 Minor, so please utilise your chosen media port to send us your ideas. I’d like to call it Ernie as it’s quite cute compared to AG5, which I like to refer to as Bert. As you may have guessed, I’m a big Sesame Street fan.’ James grinned at the camera before moving to another image frame and expanding it to reveal live footage of an ocean – off to the left hand side a land mass could be seen, South Africa. ‘Here is ground zero looking nice and quiet, although give it a few hours and this stream will become the most watched film ever; eclipsing even that of the famous moon landings of the 1960s.

‘When the super-condensed frame rate is viewed a millisecond at a time, we will be able to analyse the impact of a meteorite like never before, or indeed, perhaps ever again; no, doomsayers,’ he said with a roll of his eyes, ‘that’s not because we’ll all be dead, but because this may be the only meteorite we will ever be able to track and predict its impact site accurately due to its size, predictability and the resources we have put into tracking it – oh, I’m sorry, everyone, my producer is telling me that I didn’t tell you all where Ernie is going to land. Well, according to our friends at the GMRC, AG5 Minor, aka Ernie, will be landing somewhere in … hang on, is that right? Sorry, folks, bear with me.’ He put a couple of fingers to his right ear for a moment, listening. His face grew grave. ‘Apparently AG5 Minor will be impacting in India, near the town of Agra. Evacuations have already begun. They believe they can get most of the area clear before … oh, God. I’m sorry; this is difficult news to disclose live. Current estimates have the population of Agra at three million people.

‘The GMRC emergency unit was mobilised as soon as they received confirmation of AG5 Minor’s strike zone, twenty hours ago. They already have seventy per cent of the devastation zone cleared and a further thirteen per cent will be achieved before the time of impact, which is going to be nearly identical to that of AG5 itself. Up-to-date prognosis is that loss of life will be half a million—’ The presenter looked stunned, staring blankly into the camera as he comprehended the news he had just delivered.

The camera switched view to Jessica Klein, who hastily moved some paperwork to one side. ‘This is truly devastating news and our thoughts and prayers go out to those people whose families’ lives are going to be cut cruelly short. We’ll revisit the progress of AG5 and AG5 Minor later on in the programme. Now we’ll take a look at the worldwide weather forecast, which will include details of how climate and weather patterns are predicted to change after impact.’

Rebecca turned off the television.
All those poor people
, she thought, feeling quite emotional and helpless. She sent out a silent prayer to them, they who wouldn’t see out the next day, asking God to protect their souls. She looked over to Joseph who was happily colouring in a pop-up fire station. He caught her looking and gave her a loving smile, and then turned his attention back to the job in hand, his face screwed up in concentration as he fought to keep within the lines of the image. After she had tidied up some of Joseph’s toys, she poured herself a drink and settled back on the sofa, her mug of cocoa steaming between her hands. She turned the TV back on.

‘—yes, I can hear you; this is terrible news, do you know when it started and what is happening right now?’ Jessica Klein was asking a reporter who appeared to be in a crowded city somewhere.

‘It started recently, word got out about the new threat and panic has swept through the country, it’s absolute carnage here. Thousands are being shot by the army and police, but this is happening across the whole of India. News of AG5 Minor has brought terror to the streets of the capital!’ he said, raising his voice as automatic gunfire cracked nearby. People in the background screamed and shouted in fear as armed men could be seen advancing on them.

‘I have to relocate, the use of deadly force is indiscriminate!’ He ducked down as bullets rained around him. The camera angle shifted to the ground and began jerking up and down as the cameraman sprinted behind his colleague for safety.

‘I can’t get in anywhere!’ the reporter shouted, terror clear in his voice as the camera angle glanced past his legs. Gunfire roared out and chilling screams streamed over the feed, which continued to transmit before fuzzing out.

The TV went dark for about ten seconds before Jessica Klein reappeared on screen looking distraught. ‘That was a live report from Martin Johansson in New Delhi. We don’t know if Martin or his cameraman sustained any injuries as the stream has gone down; the Indian government has locked down communications to try to stifle further unrest. We can only pray they made it to safety in time. We’re now switching to a report coming in from here in London. Keira, can you hear me?’

‘I can, Jessica. This is Keira Jones on the streets of London. The already deployed Territorial Army are being bolstered by regular troops. Tanks are rolling menacingly down The Mall and Typhoon fighters have been scrambled as the UK government seeks to deter any mass hysteria similar to that seen in India. Live rounds have been authorised, we have been told, so I advise anyone in the street to go indoors and to stay put until things have calmed down.

‘This unexpected turn of events is having major repercussions, but the GMRC has told me that there are protocols in place for occurrences such as these. I just hope they won’t result in the further bloodshed of civilians like the scenes we just witnessed on the streets of New Delhi; back to you in the studio.’

‘Thank you, Keira. We’re now going straight to another location in Saudi Arabia. Clare, can you hear me?’

‘I can, Jessica,’ replied a middle-aged woman wearing a head scarf. ‘Something strange is going on here; people are rioting, but the Saudi government isn’t doing anything in response. I think they may be waiting for it to burn itself out, but that doesn’t appear to be happening. Wait … I can hear something, a deep humming noise. It’s a helicopter, I think – no, wait – yes! It’s helicopters and they’re broadcasting from a speaker system around the city telling people to go back inside, but it doesn’t appear to be working. They’re Apache Gunships. Wait, they’re opening fire! Oh, my God, they’re not stopping, can you see this?! They’re committing mass murder!!’

The camera zoomed in on the military helicopters which fired off rapid bursts into the crowds of rioters and looters.

‘This is horrendous! I don’t think we can show any more right now—’

The television picture went back to the studio and Jessica Klein. ‘That was Clare Andrews reporting from Saudi Arabia. We’re getting reports of other full scale military deployments all around the world, thankfully no other scenes like those we’ve just witnessed, but since the meteorite hasn’t even hit yet we may be in for a very bumpy ride. Actually, we’re temporarily suspending this programme as we bring you a Global Alert Warning from the GMRC’s media platform.’ The screen went black once more and a familiar emblem displayed.

The screen dissolved into a shade of red, and white letters appeared.

THIS IS A GMRC EMERGENCY BROADCAST

DO NOT ADJUST YOUR MEDIA PLAYER

THIS IS A CRITICAL ALERT

PROTOCOL ONE DELTA:

AN EMERGENCY WORLDWIDE CURFEW

WILL COMMENCE IN TWELVE HOURS

PROCEED CALMLY TO YOUR HOME

OR A PLACE OF REFUGE UNTIL

FURTHER NOTICE

LETHAL FORCE WILL BE UTILISED

TO PRESERVE THE PEACE

THIS IS EMERGENCY

PROTOCOL ONE DELTA

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

The GMRC logo displayed again and then the message repeated itself. Rebecca’s phone sounded an alarm and she picked it up. It was the same message from the GMRC. Full curfew was going into effect already; her buried fears suddenly rose to the surface and her pulse quickened. A knock on the door made her jump. She went over and opened it.

Julie, her co-worker, stood in the hallway looking nervous. ‘We’re all in the main lounge; do you want to come and join us?’

Rebecca saw Julie was scared, so she nodded. ‘I’ll just get Joseph and I’ll be right with you.’

‘Come on, Joseph, let’s go to the playroom!’ she enthused to him.

Beaming away, Joseph packed up his pencils and crayons and folded away his pop-up book. ‘Later,’ he said.

‘Yes, you can finish it later; let’s go now with Julie to see the others.’ She took Joseph’s hand and went out into the corridor.

‘Have you seen the news?’ Julie said. ‘It’s so awful. All those people killed. I’ve got the janitor to lock up the building. Do you want a cup of tea or anything?’ she asked Rebecca, her voice shaking.

Joseph shuffled into the lounge, but Rebecca stopped and held onto Julie’s arm. ‘Julie, we have to be strong for them, if they think we’re scared they will get scared.’ She looked into Julie’s eyes to see if she could find the girl’s reason. ‘Okay?’

‘Okay,’ Julie said, giving her a weak smile.

They followed Joseph in to find all the other residents, carers and patients alike, gathered in the room in two groups. The mentally handicapped were off entertaining themselves on a rug and Joseph had already gone and joined them. The carers had huddled round the TV and spoke in raised, agitated tones.

Rebecca headed towards the TV to see the news ran in one image while another displayed the GMRC’s alert message. She went straight up to it and switched it off.

‘We were watching that!’ an older woman said to her. She was one of the second tier carers who helped manage the building and admin, normally issuing duties and rosters to Rebecca, Julie and the part timers.

‘We know what’s going on,’ Rebecca replied coolly, ‘so instead of feeding your own fear and passing it around, I think it would be better for us all to concentrate on our wards; we should focus on them rather than a situation we cannot control.’

‘But we need to know what’s going on,’ said the older woman as she leaned around Rebecca to turn the TV back on.

Rebecca moved so she couldn’t reach the switch. ‘Maria, we have our phones for GMRC and local news updates,’ she said,  her expression stern, ‘we do not need the TV on in here any longer.’

Maria squared up to her trying to stare her down, but Rebecca held firm, her face set. She raised her eyebrows and Maria relented.