The Beginning
Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.
Anonymous
Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice.
It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.
Reinhold Niebuhr
CHAPTER ONE
Atlanta, Georgia—February 12, 2008
Seated in the aisle chair of the fourteenth row in the Savannah ballroom of the Georgia World Congress Center, Tommy Hamilton knew that today had to be the day.
“Consider the advantages. Think of the few small changes, very judiciously chosen, that could create a better world,” Dr. Jack Arduino was saying from the podium. The Lavalier microphone on his lapel amplified and deepened his voice. “We must endure life’s outcomes. What if we could control their causes?”
Not easy to choose, these small judicious changes, thought Tommy. And as for control, well, that’s a fool’s dream for most people. He crossed his legs, folded his enormous hands in his lap, and sighed.
There were about one hundred and fifty people in the audience, and about a third as many empty seats, especially toward the front. Maybe half were scientists and researchers who had some expertise in the matters being presented. The other half—science fiction buffs, actual or would-be writers, tech reporters and a smattering of Trekkies—made up with enthusiasm or dour professionalism what they lacked in knowledge.
“Thank you for your attention, ladies and gentlemen,” Jack said, clicking off the last slide. Tommy hit Send on his email app…