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complex overlooked the East River.
    We the Peoples of the United Nations, United for a Better World …
    The towering UN Secretariat Building dominated the United Nations campus in New York. Its narrow end walls rose like sheer white cliffs. The long sides of the structure were clad in green-tinted glass curtains.
    We the Peoples of the United Nations, determined to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war …
    The light blue UN flag flapped in the wind…. to maintain international peace and security, and to that end, to take effective collective measures for the prevention and removal of threats to the peace …
    Arakai reflected on the flag’s design: a map of the world, inscribed in white and gold within a wreath, an equidistant projection of the earth centered on the North Pole on a field of light blue.
    Turning away from the window, Arakai sat cross-legged on the floor of his hotel room. From his pocket, he retrieved a silver coin. Flexing his fingers with great dexterity, Arakai coaxed the coin into performing numismatic acrobatics, dancing across his knuckles.
    Two additional silver coins joined the first in the palm of his left hand.
    Arakai closed his eyes and prepared to begin divination of the Taoist oracle, the I Ching . He wrote out a single question on a tablet of white paper.
    Images from Arakai’s childhood passed through his mind. His grandfather had taught him the secrets of the I Ching when Arakai was a child. He remembered his grandfather’s words:
    The I Ching, the Book of Changes, is the oldest of the classic texts. It is the ancient system of cosmology and philosophy at the heart of our beliefs.
    Arakai cast the coins in the air.
    Each moment of his past and the myriad possibilities of the future all came together in one single moment of time, joining in a complex web of synchronicity to divine a precise insight from the I Ching. The coins fell silently on the thickly carpeted floor. Arakai wrote down the orientation of the coins on his tablet.
    Nine more tosses of the coins completed a six-line hexagram.
    The voice of Arakai’s grandfather echoed in his head.
    With six such lines stacked from bottom to top in each hexagram, there are sixty-four possible combinations that can result from each divination.
    Sixty-four possible combinations.
    As Arakai had recently been taught, there are extraordinary similarities that link the ancient knowledge of the I Ching to contemporary knowledge of the structure of human DNA. All human DNA is constructed from four genetic letters, each representing an amino acid. These genetic letters are grouped together in sets of three called codons. In human DNA, there are sixty-four different codons.
    Sixty-four .
    Sixty-four possible combinations in the I Ching.
    Sixty-four possible combinations in human DNA.
    Arakai immediately recognized the configuration of the hexagram.
    Sung. Conflict.
    He consulted a thin, worn book—the Book of Changes —and read the appropriate passage.
    The Judgment
    Conflict. You are sincere
    and are being obstructed.
    A cautious halt halfway brings good fortune.
    Going through to the end brings misfortune.
    It furthers one to see the great man.
    It does not further one to cross the great water.
    The Image
    Heaven and water go their opposite ways:
    The image of Conflict.
    Thus in all his transactions the superior man
    Carefully considers the beginning.
    Arakai’s consciousness filled with serenity. The oracle was clear. He knew what he must do.

Fifteen
    Dr. Joshua Ambergris’ Office
34th Floor, Millennium Tower
Manhattan, New York
    Madison’s eyes were locked on the still form of Joshua Ambergris, lying on his office floor, covered by a thin white sheet. His mind reeled from news of Dr. Ambergris’ murder. Despite the fine sheen of sweat that had appeared on his forehead, Madison felt a cold chill sweep through his arms and legs.
    “No…not again…”
    Painful memories welled in his mind.
    Justin was a ghost of a child, lying