The people of the world celebrated when oxygen levels rose by just over three percent in the month following the discovery of the E Utopian ships. The worst was over and the situation could only get better. Some experts said that if the world doubled the number of sand reduction plants, the atmosphere’s oxygen content could return to normal in two years.
* * *
“I don’t think I need you anymore,” Sara told Agent Kane as she stepped out of the car. “Looks like my enemies vanished to space.”
“We haven’t been given orders to stop guarding you, ma’am,” Kane said. “I’m sure that if you let the authorities know that you’re tired of having your posterior checked out by me, I’m sure they’ll grant you your wish.”
George playfully nudged Kane in the ribs. “Shut up, you pervert.”
“Come on, George. Checking out your boss’ posterior is part and parcel of a bodyguard’s job. I’m literary watching your fiancée’s back.”
They entered a lift that took them to the seventh floor. Sara entered her office and George and Kane sat on their usual spot in the corridor.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Sara said.
Wong entered.
“Good morning, Sara.”
“Good morning, Wong.” Sara now felt she could use the word good when greeting people.
“I haven’t seen Nzue for more than two weeks. Is he alright?”
“I think, he’s alright,” Sara said. “I think, he’s breathing fresh clean air somewhere in the Universe.”
“I don’t get you.”
“He was in Sam Cruz’s mob.”
“How do you know?”
“When I found out about the forgery of the images from Earth observation satellites, I told you and Wong. And when I was attacked, I suspected the two of you?”
“You thought I wanted to get you killed?” Wong said indignantly.
“Yes. I especially suspected you. You were dead against my theory whilst Nzue was more supportive.”
“You must be disappointed you were wrong about me.”
“Hey, it was nothing personal. The two of you were my only logical suspects. You were the only ones who knew about my discovery. Nzue was brainwashed by Sam Cruz. Cruz fooled us all. I should have known that his generosity was too good to be true.”
“You’re right. He was too good to be true. People are generous but not to that extent. Sara, the world’s powers have resolved to form the space force that you proposed.” Wong smiled. “People want you to be the next UN Secretary-General and I think you deserve to be in that seat.”
“Right now I’m head of GEMA and my main concern is the silicon dumps that the sand reduction plants are producing.”
“That can’t be helped, Sara,” Wong said with a shrug. “Sand is the only viable source of oxygen.”
“Do you think we’ll have enough sand to make the oxygen required to normalize the atmosphere?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you concerned with the fact that sand reduction will consume a considerable chunk of the land needed for agriculture and forests?”
“I think we’ll have enough land to survive, Sara. We’ll find some uses for the silicon. If the silicon is granulated it might even make good top soil.”
“You’re a genius, Wong!” Sara looked at Wong with renewed admiration. “I never thought of that. Silicon is an inert element that isn’t toxic to animals and plants.”
“Some scientists even claim that silicon improves disease resistance in plants.”
“There’s a good chance that it might make good top soil.”
“I hope you become the next UN Secretary-General.”
“Why?”
“Because if you become the UN chief, I’ll stand a good chance of being appointed Director of GEMA.”
“I’ll never be the Secretary-General. Have you forgotten that my country is a permanent member of the Security Council?”
“If the people of the world have their wish, you will be the next UN Secretary-General even though you are a citizen of one of the big five.”
“In the unlikely event that I become UN Secretary-General, I’ll recommend you for the post of GEMA Director.”
Wong’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped. “You’d do that?”
“Yes, I would.”
“Then I’m going to pray for your elevation.”
George entered the office.
“Hi Mr. Wong,” he said.
“Hi Mr. Surman. See you later, Sara.”
“Okay, Wong.”
“Sah, when I proposed to you, you refused to marry me right away because you wanted a normal wedding with my uncle and your friends present,” George said when Wong had left the office. “Now we can have a normal wedding. It won’t be exactly normal because I won’t be able to eat real turkey, beef and chicken at the wedding party but it’ll be as normal as you can get these days.”
“I don’t care about turkey, beef and chicken because I’ll have your lips to devour at our wedding and honeymoon.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes. It has always been a yes. I just wanted it to be special.”
George walked around her desk and kissed her. “It will be special.” He put a hand on her tummy. “You fought to save the world and to make the world better for our kids and you won, Sah. Our kids will run and play freely without wearing breathing machines.”
“I didn’t do it alone, honey. I’d be dead if you didn’t rescue me from that gunman.”
“I didn’t only rescue you, Sah, but I also rescued myself and our kids.”
THE END
About the Author
The second book of this series is still in progress. This series is my second science fiction story. I have written books of different genres but I’m now concentrating on science fiction, paranormal and fantasy genres. Apart from my two science fiction stories, I have a paranormal novel.
Below is the link to my first science fiction story, a dystopian thriller called Electronic Gags.
Below is the link to my paranormal thriller called Under the Curse.
If you have time, please review the book. You can also connect with me on social media using the links below.
E-mail: [email protected]
The E Utopia Project Page 29
