![]() ![]() He saw everything without needing to think. Late in that match, an event so implausible happened to Gary Cahill that he immediately recognised something was dreadfully wrong.Īdam Lee had seen the clip dozens of times on screens and many more in Projection. On September 11th, Year 0, a football game was played between London’s Chelsea FC, now based in New London, Mars, and Swansea City FC, which no longer exists. The essential facts were well known, and they are as follows. When the files related to the Incursion were declassified, the public drank them down. Nobody had forgotten anything of note in more than a century. Human memory is perfect in the digital age. Perhaps he likes his music? Stranger things have happened. Five trillion souls smeared out across seven solar systems to choose from Cahill picks him, for no apparent reason. Lee shrugs, unsure why he’s the one on the spot. First Contact, the Warning, the allied collaboration to first neutralise and then harness the incursion. Everyone knew the events of 2016, as Cahill was eccentrically calling it. 2016 under the old calendar, 0 in the new, the year everything changed for good. The Blessed Year is the fundamental fact of history. You kn-know, no doubt, of the events of 2016?” Odd, I was given to understand I I I was expected. “I said that I needed someone to talk to.” Lee blinks. The living legend coughs gently, jolting Lee from his reverie. Nobody in history would ever or could ever make as big a contribution to mankind. This man gave us immortality and handed us the stars. If anyone else was aware Gary Cahill is here, Lee thinks, they’d be kicking up a storm. There are no alerts clanging their way through the Projected World, no tickling sensation in the back of his skull that to indicate that the collected minds of humanity were focused on him and his guest. Surveillance could not have missed him.īut it had. But there must have been a record of his arrival, even if he came via private loop. What would his wife say? His children? Lee’s office was unrecorded. Perhaps that explains the odd, stuttering, semi-repeated speech. But Cahill’s right hand, he notices, trembles as he reaches for it. Water is procured, the glass pleasingly hefty in Lee’s grip. To what do I owe the pleasure? Please, sit.”Ĭahill takes the proffered chair, sliding limply down into the padded seat. Humanity’s greatest hero has not been seen in public for a generation. He resolves to make the most of the situation, however. “Yes.”Īdam Lee does not have a visit from Gary Cahill on his calendar - such a visit would have necessitated at least redecoration, if not an entirely new space. A search is invoked, a face found, probed, dissected, aged. He frowns, doing his mediocre best to radiate contempt, the fingers of his right hand rattling viciously off his walnut desk. His initial assumption is that the apparition is some strange prank of Projection, and it’s several seconds before he realises that the wild-eyed creature invading his workspace unannounced is actually real. He is two hundred and twenty-nine years old.Īnother man, seated, looks up at the first. His skin is lined and grey, his once-blue clothes faded, his hair a tangled mass of despair. Instead, let’s travel to the year 2214 and see what’s become of one of our good friends.Ī haggard-looking man staggers into a well-furnished office, slumping against the jamb of the door to steady himself. If you think this post is going to be a match report, you don’t know me very well. Pretty much everyone involved on our side should feel ashamed of themselves. ![]() Chelsea got hammered by Arsenal today, going down 3-0 at the Emirates thanks to goals from Alexis Sanchez, Theo Walcott and Mesut Ozil.
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