Olympus is a city worthy of awe, with a population of only three thousand -- mostly scientists, engineers, and medical doctors. It is a haven for nerds, equipped with the latest technology and high-rise buildings of almost alien architecture. The city is better described as a giant laboratory than any conventional political structure. There are no governors here, no political figures policing daily affairs. It is a paradise deliberately separate from the outside world, and for good reasons.Olympus sits 400,000km from Earth, covered by a dome that is effectively the city itself, built on a patch of land on the far side of the moon. Putting it together was an engineering wonder -- one that would not have been possible without the discovery of gravitons a few decades prior. For a long time gravity has escaped the grasp of physicists, they've been able to summarise the entire universe into two groups; forces of nature and particles of matter. The particles make the atom possible which mak

"This is the thirteenth attempt and thirteenth consecutive failure, Dr. Norton. We believe you should abandon this fruitless project and focus on other matters," said a female voice from a holographic projection."But we're making progress. Today, we saw a crack in the fabric of spacetime itself. Ending the project now will render years of research useless, give me more time and you'll get your results, I assure you.""No, Norton. We took a vote and the board has made its decision. Your project is nonsense -- a fantasy at best," a male voice said from the hologram."What?" Norton angrily yelled. "You decided in my absence? Might I remind you how I built this company and brought it to the limelight? My ideas have never failed, just because you can't make a profit out of it yet, doesn't mean it's useless. I refuse to accept your decision. I seek an audience with the board, I must be heard.""Very well, we'll schedule a meeting tomorrow. The time would be communicated to you.""Thank you

Deep in thought, staring through the glass of his top-floor office, Dr. Norton was mentally iterating through the events that had led to this moment -- a habit he had developed over the years to scan his plans for loopholes, flaws, and structural defects. Although his plan looked flawless, he still exercised doubt and also planned for contingencies. This Machiavellian trait was one of the reasons for his success in the corporate world. He treats his colleagues as pieces on a chess board, to him, everybody is a complex system of interaction possessing weaknesses that can be exploited.Although humans love to pride themselves on being individually unique, his research on behaviourism -- coupled with observation and personal experience -- proved otherwise. Those more self-absorbed or dogmatic about their own uniqueness were the most susceptible to manipulation. The self-delusion is too immersive, creating an echo chamber of arrogance and willful ignorance, this gives them the illusion of

"Hey, little rat -- time to wake up," Biggy said, emptying a bowl of water on Erickson.Erickson had trouble falling asleep. His thoughts kept him awake. The new environment was difficult to adjust to -- he wasn't familiar enough with it to sleep comfortably. While in psychological discomfort, he mentally went through every single move and event that brought him to this present moment.A few months ago, he left the orphanage and never went back. He had been doing a menial job at a restaurant whose owner was friends with the custodians at the orphanage. He normally returned to complete his allocated hours, but this time he did not. The orphanage didn't care about the well-being of the children they looked after. In their opinion, the children have no choice but to depend on them. They have no one else to turn to, the streets are unsafe and they'll eventually die of starvation, cold, or infection if they try to give them a slip. Well, they were wrong.They had miscalculated. Erickson's h

Katy had always been troubled by her mother's unease around Eric's sister, Erica. She couldn't wrap her head around it. It wasn't dislike exactly -- her mum didn't dislike Erica, she just acted awkward around her.Katy had always tried to understand it, but her mother -- Evelyn Smith -- always found a way to evade the conversation whenever it came up. At the grocery store, during casual meetings, wherever they crossed paths, her mum had always been terrified of Erica. This recent situation had changed the whole outlook on what Katy privately called her mother's "Erica-phobia."Perhaps the dreams have something to do with it, she thought.Unknown to Eric, Katy had also been having transdimensional dreams. The sight of Dr. Smith through the wormhole had given her chills -- she was certain Dr. Smith was the woman from her vivid dreams. She suspected her mother was having them too. It was a stretch, but what else could explain her mother's fear of Erica? What's the connection between Evely