Summit
Authors: Richard Bowker
Summit
A gripping thriller of psychic espionage
and political intrigue
by
Richard Bowker
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ISBN: 978-1-61417-303-8
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Thank You.
For Joe and Stan
Because the world is round
It turns me on.
—Lennon and McCartney
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The Raindrop Prelude
Doctor Coyne felt wonderful. He deserved to; he had done something remarkable, and soon everyone was going to know about it. Right now, though, he had the special pleasure that comes from secret knowledge, and it was as satisfying as all the accolades that would surely come his way.
He was sitting on the laboratory bench, thinking about his accomplishment. Before very long, his feelings seemed to overflow, and everything became part of his happiness. This bench, for example. What a wonderful bench! The white Formica of the countertop. Wasn't Formica a wonderful invention! He got up and walked over to the window. A spring rain was soaking the Virginia countryside. Life was renewing itself, and he was part of it, part of this wonderful universe.
He focused on the raindrops hitting the windowpane, streaking the glass and merging with other raindrops and dissolving into smaller droplets. So many of them, each a world in itself. He had never really looked at raindrops before. But he was going to from now on. Nothing was more important, because everything was equally important, and equally wonderful.
Doctor MacLean came in then, and asked him a question about the experiment. She was a brilliant neurobiologist, and a good friend besides. He decided that he didn't want to talk about the experiment; he wanted to tell her about the raindrops. She would understand, if anyone would. They talked for a while, and then she left. He went back to staring at the raindrops. When she returned, she had a few more people with her. They asked questions about the experiment, and about the raindrops, and he tried to answer them.
And after a while they took him by the arm and led him out of the laboratory. That was all right with Doctor Coyne. He was like a blind man who had suddenly been given his sight. There was beauty everywhere, and he longed to see all of it.
On the way out, he smiled at Doctor MacLean. She didn't smile back.