UCT is what you get when you use "The Ten Assumptions of Science" as your beginning point. This is a serious book for those who really want to know what the universe is all about. There is no BS about 4 dimensions and the universe exploding out of nothing.
Co-author is Stephen J. Puetz
Universal cycle theory: Neomechanics of the hierarchically infinite universe
People are raving about The Zul Enigma: 'It blew my mind into a bazillion pieces,' and '...
It took Scott Fuller a full five minutes to recover from the shock. A relative of the infamous Dr Carlos Maiz, the man charged with committing murder on the largest scale in the history of mankind, had hunted him down wanting to talk. He inhaled a deep breath before returning the call.
He explained that Dr Maiz was hitting the depths of despair at the time they’d met, plus their contact had been brief. Very brief. A total of no more than fifteen minutes at most. Not to mention the fifty-six years that had passed since. However, he assured her, he never for one minute believed Dr Maiz was guilty of what he’d been accused – to the contrary – he thought the man had done everything in his power to help humanity rather than harm it, but other than that, there was not much more he could say.
The woman was silent, resigned in her belief that Scott would refuse to see her. But she was wrong. Instead he told her he could understand her reasons for wanting to talk and asked if she would be free to drop over later that afternoon.
She rented a car through the hotel where she was staying on Miami Beach. After announcing her destination into the microphone on the dashboard, the vehicle chauffeured her along the sleet driven streets to an old-style low-rise apartment block in Coral Gables, a suburb that had retained its exclusivity from the previous century, located just south of the heart of Miami. Once the sensors at the entrance verified her identity, two huge metal gates creaked open and the car propelled itself inside.
The ocean gale was like a pack of giant wolves howling around the building and tearing its way inland. She peered out of the front windscreen and up at the trees lining the driveway, their branches whipped so violently back and forth she feared they might be ripped right off. Then the trees disappeared from view as she descended into the basement car park and the noise of the storm receded to be replaced by a hollow silence. After the car drew to a standstill in the visitor parking area, she got out and made her way to the vacant lift lobby.
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What struck me most about writing was how the characters drove the plot. I know other authors have said this but I never understood it until it happened to me. Scary stuff! If you decide to buy the book, please enjoy it - after all I wrote it for you.
I wanted to grow up and be a scientist ever since third grade. But I was born a girl midst five older brothers in 1925 when girls were not supposed to seek such a profession. The dream never died. This is my story of how it came true. Check www.cardyraper.com for reviews and comments.
Love, Sex and Mushrooms: Adventures of a Woman in Science