On a newborn Earth it’s still a battle for survival.
On an overpopulated Earth, a Groupmind spontaneously arises, encompassing everyone on the planet except a small percentage of people. Ruthlessly culled from the herd, they must struggle to survive in this hellish new world. One is Father Dietz, who seeks to destroy the newborn entity, and another is Mizra, an embittered neurosurgeon, who has a change of heart.
His training took over and his own body betrayed him. Seemingly disassociated, he rose onto burning feet with inhuman, robot-like movements to follow the command. He couldn’t believe he would actually climb from the relative safety of the foxhole and charge the guns, but there he was. He grabbed the boy by his cowering shoulders and pulled him to his feet.
Tears and dirt streaked the boy’s face tight in horrific fear. This boy wasn’t going to follow orders. He’d be found later and executed or killed by the Turks. “God is good,” Al-Habri whispered to the boy and kissed him on the cheek. Goodbye, Andashi. He tightened his own belt and scrambled out of the foxhole into the fire fight.
Abruptly, he stopped, his body frozen and his mind empty. A rush of wind or something just as powerful yet invisible filled his head. All of Company Red spread out across no-man’s-land. Some just emerging from foxholes stood like statues. The orange flashes that painted the horizon disappeared, and death from the false blue sky ceased to rain down. Behind him, the whimpering boy-soldier fell silent. As Al-Habri teetered on the lip of the foxhole, he waited for the laser charge to pierce his armor and sear his insides. No blast came, only a sound…of voices, a thousand, a million all clamoring to be heard.