This explosive climax to The Virtual Trilogy opens where the saga began - just before dawn in a beautiful valley in Ireland, as the seductive assassin Yukiko Funakoshi detonates the car bomb that kills billionaire Theo Gilkrensky's wife Maria.
Now, almost a year later, Theo has nearly completed the research that will allow him to jump back in time and save his beloved wife, but there are parts of the jigsaw that must be put in place. The Minerva 3000 super-computer, whose user-interface programme has been configured in Maria's likeness, is becoming more and more eratic. The Japanese conglomerate Mawashi-Saito is about to sue him for control of his company and the rights to mass produce the Minerva and Yukiko Funakoshi is back - with an entire arsenal of arcane weaponry targetted at his destruction.
Can Theo still assemble the equipment he needs in time for the precise moment when the earth energies he needs will be at their peak and make the jump successfully between Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow?
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The Virtual Trilogy
Yesterday,Today and Tomorrow is the climax of a romantic quest by billionaire computer genius Dr Theo Gilkrensky to save his wife Maria from murder by warping the fabric of time.
Set in the near-future, this last book in The Virtual Trilogy, closes the cycle that began with Virtually Maria and A Matter of Time. It explores the worlds of artificial intelligence, time travel, industrial espionage and the martial arts in settings across the world - from the Nazca Lines in Peru, to a mystic valley in Ireland and the giant metropolis of Tokyo.
But above all, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow is a love story - a romantic quest by one man to undo the greatest wrong in his life and restore to him the love of his life.
It would be her first kill. Until now, all the operations she had performed with such precision had stopped short of murder. Corporate espionage, the theft of industrial secrets, blackmail and sabotage had all been part of her stock in trade, part of her arsenal in the cut-throat warfare of globalised business.
But this wasn't business. Not anymore.
This was personal.
Yukiko Funakoshi moved her weight in the crook of the tree branch, feeling the frost-hardened lichen crunch beneath the palm of her hand. Above the darkened bowl of the valley the last stars twinkled faintly against the dawn. On the far side of the lake, massive cliffs, worn to ragged scree by the passage of time, towered over the water. And, standing guard like a stone sentry just below her on the hill, was the old farmhouse.
Yukiko could see the layout as if it had been a model in a training exercise; the track, curving down from the Dublin road, the gatehouse, the security fence around the cluster of laboratories and out-buildings, and the main courtyard. Two cars were parked there side by side, his and hers, a sleek BMW and an old yellow Mini.
In one of the pockets in her black cotton suit was a remote control unit, no bigger than a matchbox. It had three settings - Safe, Automatic, and Manual - the triggers of a bomb.