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Savannah, Georgia
March 20th 2035
Josiah Fuhrnam scratched at the beard covering his acne-scarred face as he walked to his motel room at the Savannah Days Inn. The strange glint in Winston Ang’s eyes during the meeting two days ago had upset him. What was the calculating Chinese-American hiding?
At six-one, 160 pounds with long hair and horn-rimmed glasses, Fuhrnam fit the profile of the geeky neighbor in any romantic comedy. But Fuhrnam believed he was destined to be much more than that. When his mentor Conrad Visily had argued in their first meeting about the presence of aliens already here on Earth he became convinced the planet needed a computer genius on the front lines.
Visily had told him that a benevolent alien intelligence had been messing with the planetary evolution sinc
