Code of Disjointed Letters: ( Doomsday Will Arise From the Past by JT Alblood Read Free Book Online Page A

book and talk about my discovery. However, that doesn’t mean that I want to give up and be eliminated in the first week.”
    “No one ever wants to lose,” the host said, “especially since the rewards of such a competition are so big, right?” Then, he gave me an opening. “Please tell us about your book and your discovery.”
    It was as if somebody had pushed my “on” button. I began the speech I had prepared and presented to myself countless times.
    “Everything began with a question about a bookworm…,” I started.
    The host was taking notes now, sometimes listening to me and sometimes interjecting with short questions. It helped as I could get an idea of the viewers’ reactions by watching him.
    As I continued, I began to notice that his glances got sharper, he asked fewer questions, his curiosity increased, and he took notes more frequently. I had already lost myself in my explanation; I was lining up the blank pages I’d torn out one after another, describing the planes, showing the locations of the disjointed letters at the edges of papers, and helping him to visualize the three-dimensional version of the image. When the last particle of sand fell into the bottom of the hourglass, I still had more to tell and hoped the viewers were still listening, but the host stopped me. He provided a ratings guarantee by saying that he, like all the viewers, was looking forward to the next interview.
    A little bit tired and sweaty, I happily returned to the lounge. The lounge was empty except for Gizem, the astrologer, who occupied herself at the table drawing star maps.
    I drank a glass of water and then, after getting a coffee from the dispenser, I sank into one of the comfortable chairs. Gizem lifted her head, and we caught each other’s eyes and exchanged a smile.
    “How was the interview?” she asked.
    “I think it went really well. I was able to tell what I wanted to tell, and I didn’t have trouble or get too exhausted.”
    “I’m glad,” she replied.
    I tried to change the subject. “Where are the others?”
    “They were here. After chatting for a while, they went to their rooms. You don’t seem to like them much.”
    Her comment surprised me, but I played it off by asking her opinion.
    Gizem stood up and moved to sit near me.
    “So many of my life experiences have showed me that there are things to discover and share with all human beings,” she said. “But now I’m tired. Everything has gotten faster, and they are moving toward the inevitable. The feeling that there is nothing much I can do weighs heavy on my shoulders.”
    “Are you talking about the others?” I asked.
    “No. Not that. I’m talking about what’s coming,” she responded.
    I remembered then who I was talking to. I looked at her paper with its star maps and suddenly understood her concern. I tried to reassure her.
    “What if this is only something we think about to distract ourselves. What if we decide to welcome the morning of December 22 with a smile?” I asked.
    She lifted her hands and laughed. “Then we continue playing the extra time,” she said with a smile. “I sense there is something special about you, young man.”
    Young man was a compliment that I enjoyed hearing at my age. Gizem paused, as if she was trying to find the correct words. Then, she continued as if she had decided not to finish her thought. “Come on, let’s look at your fortune,” she said. “It’s quiet now and we can relax a bit.”
    The shadows in the lounge had grown longer with the approaching evening, and I realized the only thing that would make me relax would be a sea view and a faintly burning fireplace. I thought of Elif.
    “So,” Gizem began, stretching out the word.
    I looked at her again and smiled. “Let’s see what happens,” I said. “Even if my reading doesn’t reveal much, I very much believe in fortune.”
    “Then give me your hand, young man, and let yourself rest in the silence…”
    She pointed at my right