Julius Reed
The founderHe has persuaded people to stake their money, their work, and years of their lives on his vision. Keeping it alive will test how much control he can bear to give up.
The Three Wars · A science fiction trilogy
The future
has a price.
An extraordinary discovery. The ambition to make it real. And the struggle to decide who gets to shape what comes next.
Human ambition. Extraordinary consequences.
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The first book · RISE
One company.
One impossible
wager.
California, 2035.
Julius Reed’s board knows what his company is worth in pieces. He is about to wager everything on keeping it whole.
A failed experiment leaves LAMIS weeks from a financial crisis. Its profitable divisions can be sold. The forty-kilometer machine beneath the desert can be abandoned. Reed refuses both.
His counteroffer is a scientific gamble: produce a rare isotope in quantities industry has never been able to obtain. To make it work, he needs physicist Titus Vale, whose insistence on proof can hold the entire company still.
The people who can finance Reed’s ambition want limits on it. He must decide how much authority he is willing to surrender to keep his vision alive.
The trilogy
Three books.
An expanding horizon.
From the struggle to make a discovery possible to the responsibility of deciding what comes after it.
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Book I · Start here
RISE
The struggle to build.
A company on the edge. A scientific wager. An alliance tested by the cost of proof.
Discover Book I -
Book II · Forthcoming
DIVIDE
The struggle for control.
As discovery becomes power, the future becomes something people are prepared to fight over.
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Book III · Forthcoming
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The struggle to go beyond.
A horizon beyond Earth. And the question of what humanity will carry with it.
Inside the world
The future is built
by people.
Titus Vale
The physicistHe shares Reed’s ambition. He will also stop an experiment the moment its evidence fails. Their alliance places the need for a result beside the right to question it.
LAMIS
The companyFactories, laboratories, boardrooms, and THE LINE: a forty-kilometer instrument beneath the California desert. Every breakthrough depends on people who must decide whether to keep believing.
An invitation to read
Before
the First War
Forty kilometers of precision lie beneath the California desert. Above them, the ground cools after sunset. Below, engineers hold distant instruments in alignment while heat, vibration and the movement of the earth threaten to undo each adjustment. Years of labor have gone into preparing to measure an event too brief for any human sense to detect.
The machine has requirements. So do the people who paid for it.
A scientist can ask for another test. A lender can refuse another month. Somewhere, a technician finishing a night shift must decide whether a small discrepancy is worth waking the person who signed her contract. The future depends on decisions made by people who are tired, ambitious, afraid, or certain they are right.
To build on this scale is to borrow years from other people’s lives. They give those years because someone has convinced them that the answer will be worth it. Eventually, that person must let them judge the answer for themselves.
Julius Reed has brought them this far.
Now they are waiting to see what he will accept as proof.
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False Dawn
The number was too clean.
It appeared at the center of the main wall at 2:17 on the morning of January 25, 2035, white against black, then turned green when MIRROR completed its reconstruction.
0.97 zs
For three seconds nobody in the control room moved. THE LINE had trained them to distrust any change in color. Green did not mean true. Green meant that every condition the system had been told to examine had passed.
Then someone behind Titus Vale said, “My God.”
The room broke open.
Chairs rolled back. A hand struck a console hard enough to make a bottle fall. Two engineers embraced beside the thermal station, still wearing their headsets. At the rear observation glass, people from the night maintenance crew began pounding the aluminum frame as if they could wake the desert outside.
On the wall, the reconstructed target envelope held at ninety-seven hundredths of a zeptosecond.
Vale stayed seated.
The figure was smaller than the design team had promised the Board they might reach after the full instrument was complete. Tonight they were calibrating only the qualified sections, with three of the long transport stages isolated and half the east target diagnostics running on temporary timing. The result should have been worse. Instead, MIRROR claimed that the incomplete machine had crossed the threshold the completed one had been built to find.
At the center console, Julius Reed leaned toward the display, one hand flat on the desk. While the room celebrated, he read each secondary panel as it populated.
“Confidence?” he asked.
Mara Chen answered from the WITNESS station. “Ninety-nine point four percent after environmental correction. Still resolving the outer channels.”
“Independent chain?”
“Green.”
The noise rose again.
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