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The Technology of God
by Aleya Annaton   

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Publisher: ISBN-10:  1589098765 Type: 


Copyright:  June, 2010 ISBN-13:  9781589098763

A science fiction metaphysical thriller based on the theories of physicist Nassim Haramein.

The Technology of God
The Technology of god

 The Technology of God is a science fiction metaphysical thriller based on the real life theory of physicist Nassim Haramein that has the potential to rock the world of science and religion as it offers a scientific explanation of metaphysical and spiritual phenomena.  

The story is set in a near future America, controlled by an extreme fundamentalist religious faction that has taken over the government. Physicist Dr. Alex Harmon, along with his colleague and lover, the beauti­ful Sydney Stewart, are seeking a theory that would unlock the secrets of creation … a forbidden subject under the new religious law.

Believing the physics of spacetime was encoded into the world’s religious traditions, they set out to decipher clues passed down in manuscripts, secret societies, and monuments around the world.  When they discover the universe works in ways contrary to mainstream science and the prevailing religious doctrine and appears to explain the metaphysical and spiritual realms, they are thrust into the crosshairs of the tyrannical leader of the Office of Ethical Behavior.

As they set out to build a technology to access the conscious field they believe underlies all of physical creation they must negotiate a world of political intrigue, ancient initiation, love, betrayal and contact with beings from other worlds. What they find at the end of their quest is no less than the answers to questions man has pondered since the dawn of time.


The resonance chamber burst into flames with a deafening explosion, shattering the lab’s contents. The blast sent sharp shards of crystal and viscous fluid hurling through the air.
Alex was thrown across the room by the ferocity of the discharge.

He struggled to his feet and raised his arm to shield his eyes from the thick black smoke. He pulled his lab coat over his mouth as he gasped for air trying to breathe through the
choking chemicals. The inferno was everywhere and about to engulf him.
Alex closed his eyes. ‘This is how it ends,’ he thought both terror and surrender as he braced for the torture of a death by fire.

He knew his brain would register the agonizing pain of his body being cooked alive before succumbing to death. Fire is one of the worst ways to die, as the brain is one of the last organs to shut down. Suddenly he felt no heat. He opened his eyes to find himself not in his lab. He was somewhere else entirely. He looked around in bewilderment.

“Where am I? Am I dead? Was that real?”

His body started to singe as the flames reappeared and he was snapped back into the inferno. The fire alarm began to blare as the sprinkler system rained down clouds of flame retardant, dousing the fire and sending more plumes of smoke into the air.

Alex now faced a new form of death as he choked on the noxious fumes unable to breathe. As terror surged
through him, he caught the red glow of the exit sign out of the
corner of his stinging, tear soaked eye and staggered to the heavy
metal doors. He threw his body against the horizontal bar allowing his sheer weight to compensate for his lack of strength.

The door opened and Alex escaped into the safety of the hallway. He heard the door slam shut behind him as he staggered down the hall. He fell back against the wall and slid down into a
fetal position onto the concrete floor. His lab coat was soaked
with his blood. He ran his hands over his face and body.

He didn’t think he was hurt or that anything was broken. ‘No significant wounds,’ he thought as he picked some shards of glass out of his forearms.

‘Jesus! Did I do it?’ He sat, with his head spinning,trying to make sense of what had just happened to him. He felt
himself slipping into unconsciousness. The wailing sirens of fire trucks startled him back to the reality of his situation. The door at the end of the long hallway burst open and two men rushed in carrying hoses and tanks on their backs.

“Hey man, are you alright?” asked one of the two men dressed in white hazmat suits.

“Joe, take a look at this guy,” he
said as he waved over a third man that followed in behind them.

“Where’s the source of the fire?” the medic asked Alex.

“In there.” Alex pointed to the metal doors.

The two men in white hazmat suits pulled open the heavy doors and ventured into the smoke.

“What happened here?” asked Joe, the tall young medic peering into Alex’s eyes with a small flash light.

“The resonance chamber exploded” mumbled Alex. His hands were trembling and his head was pounding with pain.

“I’m alright and the sprinklers stopped the fire, I think.”
Alex was bruised and bloodied, but his personal condition was not on his mind. What happened in those brief
seconds after the blast was all he could think of. What was it,
what did it mean? Was he right? Had he been correct after all the naysayers and skeptics? The effect certainly was what he had predicted, but feeling it, seeing it…was hard to comprehend.
This was an earth-shaking discovery that would change everything!

The medic wrapped a blood pressure pad around his arm and slipped an oxygen mask over his face. Another medic,
shorter and stocky, appeared wheeling a gurney.

“No, “shouted Alex. “I don’t have time to go to the hospital!”

“It doesn’t look like anything is broken and your vitals are okay.” said Joe. But, you have to get checked out. You might have internal bleeding or a concussion, and you‘ve breathed in a some nasty chemicals from what it smells like out here. At any rate, it’s also the law.”

“No, I can’t deal with that now, I have to call Sydney,"
said Alex, waving off the two men and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone but finding them empty.

“Do you have a phone I could use?”

“Do you want me to call him for you?” asked Joe offering his phone to Alex.

“No, Sydney’s a woman.”

“Your wife? I can call her for you man.”

“No…well yes… she’s my partner err, colleague,” blurted Alex, realizing he had just offered too much information.
A personal relationship like the one he had with Sydney was not tolerated, and could get them into trouble with the authorities.

‘Thank God, Sydney was out of town in Honolulu at a conference, and not with him in the lab.’ He didn’t mind his
own injuries, but he couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to her. It was also a stroke of luck that they had hidden the backups in the house the night before, as the OEB would soon be swarming his lab. It was imperative that the OEB not find out about their work.

“I can call her for you and have her meet you at the hospital,” said Joe

“No, let me call her, if you don‘t mind.” He wanted to collapse into the comfort of her arms and tell her what had happened in the lab. He thought what amazing luck that Sydney
had made backups the night before and taken them to the house safe. They were the only documentation of the set of frequencies that just produced the most remarkable result, and it now lay in smoldering chemical ash.

The two men lifted Alex onto the gurney.

“Okay, we’re going to get you out of here,” said the stocky man wheeling him into the cool night air.

“Tell the hazmat guys we’re going, Joe.”

“Hey, where are they? They should be out of there by now,” said Joe as he opened the heavy doors that sealed off the lab. “Holy Christ!” He fell backward letting the doors slam

“What the hell is going on in there?” The color in Joe’s face had drained to a chalky white as he turned back looking at Alex, his eyes as large as saucers.

Sydney awakened startled from a deep sleep. She was soaked in sweat and her heart was racing. It was a dream…no, a
nightmare! She was in the middle of a room engulfed in flames and felt she was about to die! It seemed so real she got up to get a glass of water when the phone started ringing.

“What time is it?” She glanced at the clock on the hotel nightstand and saw it was after three in the morning. Oh God,something horrible has happened!

She grabbed the phone. When the holographic image appeared, her heart skipped a beat as she saw the vision of Alex’s ashen and bloodied face. She
had a feeling she shouldn’t have left him to come to this conference and she didn’t follow her intuition. Now he was in trouble, his face covered with blood.

Alex’s handsome face still excited her. She loved his dark eyes and sculpted features. But, now, she was filled with dread at the sight of his injuries.

“Alex, my God what’s happened to you? Are you alright?”

“I think I’m okay, just a little shaken," he answered. "The resonance chamber exploded at the lab, but I think I did it Sydney. Something happened. It might have just been a
hallucination, but I think I opened a doorway.“

As Alex told her more of the explosion and what he had seen, her nightmare flashed through her mind and she realized it was not a dream at all. Alex was right. She had been altered.
She had seen it.

“I just can’t know for sure what really happened until I run the experiment again. It won’t mean anything to science unless we can document and duplicate the result,” said Alex sighing at the thought.

"When we’ve got solid scientific proof, we can publish and let the world know,” said Sydney, her eyes staring off to the side as she started to contemplate the interest their work would generate from the wrong places. “We’ll need to be careful.”

Alex sighed. “I know. But now that the lab and the chamber have been destroyed, where will we be able to rerun the experiments?”

“What about Brian Sheppard?” asked Sydney. “He has a lab and most of what we need to rebuild the resonance chamber. He also has a fabricator, so we can manufacture most of the parts
right there. We have all the virtual designs in the computer backups that we need to rebuild the chamber. We’ll be able to get it up and running quickly. And, didn’t you tell me that you had made an early prototype and left it with him at U of M?”

“Yes, but it would be better if we could do it on our own. We don’t want too many people to know what we’re doing here, especially with this kind of outcome!”

“If we can‘t trust Brian, there‘s no one we can trust. After all, we’ve both known him for years, Alex!”

Alex and Brian met twenty years before at University of Michigan, when Alex made the first presentation of his theory to the mainstream physics community. That was the beginning of
their love-hate relationship as Brian Sheppard was one of the foremost particle physicists leading the team searching for the Higgs Boson and Alex’s theory completely negated his work.

But, they both liked the intellectual sparring and became close
friends. Brian had let Alex use the facilities at the University
and each was in a race to prove who was right. Sydney was Brian’s colleague at U of M.

“We both like and trust him. His expertise will be extremely helpful to us. Brian will be flabbergasted by what has happened tonight,” said Sydney. She was confident Brian would
take time out from whatever he was working on to be involved
with this kind of result within their grasp.

“How many new frequencies did you run since I took the last backups?” she asked.

“You should have all but the last twenty or so. I don’t think I had gone that far by the time of the explosion and the specifications for the resonator are on the backups,” said Alex trying to keep his voice as low as possible so as not to be overheard.

“Thank God!” Sydney let out a sigh of relief.

“The copies at the house are everything that we have left
then. Make backups and erase the computer,” said Alex.

“There’s going to be OEB cops all over the place soon, if they’re not there already. Alex glanced at the two medics who were sitting in front of the thick glass that separated him from the driver’s area. Now he spoke in a whisper. “Don’t come to the
hospital until you’ve secured the work. Remember to do it how
we planned.”

“Alright, honey. Which hospital are they taking you to?”

“The one off of Queen Kaahumanu Road near Captain Cook.”

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I‘ll call Brian and arrange everything, and when you‘re released, we can meet him in Ann Arbor.”

“We better not talk any longer,” said Alex. “For all we know the OEB may be monitoring this conversation, though I’m not using my own phone,” he said trying to see if the men upfront were paying any attention to him. They didn’t appear to be.

Ever since the United States became the United Christian States of America, or UCSA, controlled by the ultra fundamentalist right wing of American politics, the Office of
Ethical Behavior or OEB were the appointed morality police. One had to be careful of any kind of relationship that wasn’t a conventional marriage. Out of wedlock sex was an offence that
would mean certain expulsion from one’s career and even jail time. Alex and Sydney had taken extreme measures to keep their relationship private.

“Yes, we can’t be too careful. Take care Alex, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Sydney hung up the phone and fell back onto her bed. She felt completely immobilized with so many
questions running through her head. ‘Had he really succeeded,
or did he have an hallucination because of the blast? He was not always prone to adhering to the strictest scientific method and his unusual encounters could have played a part.

They could reach no conclusive conclusions until they could prove it
following a double blind protocol. If he had truly succeeded, the world would not be able to ignore his work any longer and it would change everything currently understood about the fundamental nature of reality.’

Alex winced at the scream of the siren as he lay on the gurney looking at the mess of tubes and instruments hanging
from the ceiling of the ambulance. This was the last thing he wanted to do
right now. His mind raced as he tried to reconstruct what he was doing just before the explosion. ‘Could he recreate it? Would the backups work? Did they save the frequency that created the effect?’ He had run at least 20 different variations today and he had only backed up some of them.

His psyche fought a battle
between elation and despair. Was the work he had labored over all his life finally yielding the results he sought, or was everything destroyed in the explosion?

As the ambulance skimmed above the maglev rails, the Hawaiian scenery flew by at 150 miles per hour. The blur sent him back to when he and Sydney first began their collaboration
and when they fell in love.
It was an exciting journey set in motion two years before. The thoughts of how he met Sydney filled his mind’s
eye with the deep blue of the Polynesian water and the excitement of their encounter when she arrived in Hawaii for the first time.

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