By Allen D. Furford
The Wind of Change whispered gently through the Caucasus mountains, past the sleepy villages to which it paid no heed. Hours later it would die to nothing over the sea, but it did not matter, for both Wind and God there was no such thing as time...
The others were all fast asleep in their capsules as the Old One finally positioned Miles. Miles looked up at O.O. as he started to close the lid of the sleeping chamber. "One last question...I have the distinct feeling you were the navigator for the Ark and possibly the chief engineer. Old Noah's number one man. Am I correct?"
The Old One smiled. "You are... It was my chance to correct my personal mistakes and start over again. Enki knew this and made the arrangements. The man currently known as Noah really didn't have anything to say about the situation. How did you know that engineering was my first love?"
"I guessed as much after I saw you go to work on the sub. It takes an engineer to understand one... Which one of the "Chosen" are you?"
"This may surprise you as it did me, but you might say Ea was my genetic grandfather on my mother's side of the family..."
"Enki! Then you are...?"
The Old One looked thoughtfully down into
his eyes as he sealed the lid. The last sound Miles heard before
the gas pulled him into deep sleep came as a whisper...