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ranging from electrical storms to massive earthquakes to enormous waves, which could be manipulated to strike any shoreline in the world. They could attack an enemy right in their own backyard, it seemed, which was another reason for its secrecy. Once they learned how to do this trick, any other country could do the same thing. That was why it was kept secret for so long.

As Darren moved to the second page in the folder, he learned that the HAARP facility was located in Alaska and that the antennae attached to it were capable of redirecting the ionosphere itself. The rays were then redirected back to the earth at a very low frequency. These were known as ELF waves.

Darren discovered that ELF waves had a serious effect on the earth. It affected the earth’s magnetic fields, human thoughts, and human emotions.

ELF waves could also cause rapid heating of the atmosphere around the earth, which would then cause a change in wind and weather problems. If used correctly—or incorrectly—entire populations could have their moods and thought processes altered.

Essentially, it could cause people to become depressed, angry, sad, and possibly even suicidal.

Tesla’s technology was meant to help mankind, but the people in the shadows didn’t see it that way, and National Security Orders were placed on it keeping this information from the public for almost a full century.

Darren couldn’t understand how one man could be responsible for such incredible things . . . and also be behind such awful things. Was this like Leonardo Davinci, then? The man was known for his art, but he was also responsible for serious weapons of war—like the Davinci cannon and the Davinci tank and helicopter.

It was strange, thinking about the duality of men like that. How they could create just as easily as they destroyed?

Staring at all of the tiny print was starting to make his eyes hurt. He needed a break. He needed to think.

He . . . needed to go to the top side and get out from the underground. He wondered if he could sneak out late at night and take in some fresh air. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 11 p.m. People were still out partying at that time of the night. He decided to make himself a coffee and lit up his camping stove again to boil some water.

While he waited for the water to boil, he washed himself with a wet face cloth and then returned to the pocket-sized notebook that had Tesla’s own birthday written in ink on the first page. As he started reading, he began understanding Tesla’s emotions as he sat in a hotel restaurant after almost dying in a fire. It was heartbreaking to read just how much of an effort his enemies went to stop him from being successful.

By 2 a.m., Darren was confident that he could go outside, but now his problem was finding the buttons that opened the main doors from the inside. They had to be in a room that was close by the main doors so he went back into his rucksack and pulled out a ziplock bag that held the handwritten letter. In it were directions that would remind him where he needed to go.

After finishing his last mouthful of lukewarm coffee, Darren walked to a door with a numeric keypad below the metal doorknob. He punched in a four-digit code, and the door opened. Inside the room, there were several consoles and even a chair, which was a major score. Now he could come in there with stuff and read it over the console while sitting. Life had just gotten better underground for him, but he still wanted to go outside to see the stars and breathe the air.

After pushing the green button to open the main doors, he was greeted by clouds and rain, but that was okay because it lessened the chances of being seen by anyone. Most people didn’t like walking around when it was rainy, so he took his time and spent a half-hour just walking around close by. When he thought he felt rejuvenated, he went back inside. A few minutes went by, and then the main doors closed behind him.

After moving a box of files into the security console room, Darren sat down in a chair and enjoyed the comfort of the chair again. He went back to Tesla’s pocket diary that recounted surviving the fire of 1895 and went past that onto something else. He flipped to the back pages and started reading more about a study concerning work that Tesla did for the federal government in Colorado four years after the fire that destroyed his laboratory. He had been hired to help develop communication technologies for them.

According to the notes, in 1898, Tesla was at the peak of his creativity. He had a hyper fixation on anything that involved high frequencies. His new location on Houston Street was doing well for him, according to what he’d written, and he was able to create new inventions at a rapid pace. His polyphase system was one such invention.

This system allowed Tesla to generate, transmit, and utilize electrical power. Tesla believed that high frequencies could offer the possibility of wireless transmissions of both signals and power.

That thought process led to the invention of what was called a Tesla Current. This was the application of alternating currents. The alternators that he was conceptualizing were an important milestone in electrical engineering there was no question.

They were the prototypes still used for modern alternators, and they were the driving power behind many of the transmitters used by the modern government. According to what Nikola had written in his personal notebook, it was also the Tesla Current, which powered many of the underground government facilities too.

It’s insane,” said Darren, with a shake of his head. I can’t imagine how one man could have pulled all of this off.”

By 3 a.m., though, Darren was having a hard time focusing on the papers. Regretfully, Darren decided that it was time to take a rest. He moved to a couch in the neighbouring room, bringing his rucksack with him in case he needed to make a quick retreat. Then, he lay down and stared at the ceiling.

Eventually, Darren fell into a fitful sleep, thinking about Tesla. He dreamed of the past and the one man that had resulted in so many vast changes.

Chapter 11
1889 November 20th, 1889
France

The Eiffel Tower’s wrought-iron lattices glimmered in the lights surrounding the Champ de Mars. The day had ended with many anxious Parisians and tourists awaiting the opening of the magnificent structure named after the engineer Gustave Eiffel, whose company had designed and built it. It took two years to make, from 1887 to 1889, and it was supposed to stand over the entrance to the 1889 World’s Fair, only a week away now. It was initially criticized by some of France’s leading artists and intellectuals for its design, but what they didn’t know at the time was that the tower would go on to become a global cultural icon of France and one of the most recognizable structures in the world.

The tower was 324 meters tall and was the tallest structure in Paris. During its construction, it surpassed the Washington Monument in America’s capital to become the tallest manmade structure in the world, a title that it would hold for forty-one years until the Chrysler Building in New York City was finished in 1930.

The tower had three levels for visitors, with restaurants on the first and second levels. The top level’s upper platform was 276 meters above the ground—the highest observation deck accessible to the public in all of Europe. The climb from ground level to the first level was over three hundred steps, as was the climb from the first level to the second. Although there was a staircase to the top level, it was usually accessible only by lift.

Three men climbed the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. Were they to be passed by the numerous tourists that would later fill the structure on the opening of the World’s Fair, someone would have recognized them. Thomas Edison was forty-two years old and had already gained international notoriety for his inventions and cutthroat business acumen. Next to him was the softer-spoken yet no less brilliant thirty-three-year-old Nikola Tesla. And serving as a barrier between the two scientists, breathing a bit heavier than his younger companions, was fifty-four-year-old humorist Samuel Clemens, better known to the world by his pen name, Mark Twain.

The tension between Edison and his former employee was palpable, the air so rigid that Twain found himself struggling to breathe from how anxious it made him feel. These two men were powerhouses of personality and genius, and the fire of their imaginations was matched only by their mutual animosity.

Eiffel knew of Tesla because he had designed the metal structure for the base of the Statue of Liberty. For this reason, he knew all about Tesla’s abilities with wireless communications.

Things had hardly been civil between these two men since Tesla left Edison Machine Works. Twain wasn’t even sure what could have possessed Alexandre Gustave Eiffel to invite both men to the same meeting. His only guess was that Eiffel needed young Tesla’s extraordinary intellect for something and Edison was too deeply involved in their societies for him to not be invited.

Twain sighed as he glanced up at how much further they had to go. At the very least, all of this would make for good material for his next short story. He was writing another science tale, like his Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court,” though this one would be a murder mystery set in London. Whenever he spent time with his two brilliant friends, he inevitably learned some new scientific terms he could apply to his work.

On the final landing before the top of the tower, Eiffel himself was waiting for the three men with a broad smile.

Bonjour, mes amis! Bienvenue à Paris. Comment allez-vous çe soir, Messieurs?” he greeted them, heartily shaking each man’s hand, starting with Edison. When he came to Tesla, he lingered a moment longer than he did with Edison and Twain, looking the younger man square in the eye.

You must be Monsieur Tesla! I have heard much about you. I am Alexandre Gustave Eiffel.”

Bonjour,” Tesla replied in accented Austrian. Thank you so much for having us, Mr Eiffel.” Tesla grinned back at Eiffel. He took a quick look out of the corner of his eye at Edison, and seeing the sour look on the other man’s face, his grin widened. Tesla did so enjoy seeing Thomas annoyed.

Please, Nikola—if I may call you Nikola—call me Gustave.”

Of course, Gustave,” said Tesla agreed and shook the man’s hand once more.

Eiffel stepped back and opened his arms to the three men in a grand gesture. Well, gentlemen, we have many friends waiting for us. We should go join them before they get too impatient. I am afraid I left the bourbon unattended, so we must hurry if we wish to sample any.”

Tesla, Twain, and Edison followed Eiffel to the top of the tower. They stopped in front of a nondescript door of the same black metal as the rest of the structure. If one didn’t already know it existed, it could easily be overlooked. Eiffel stepped up to the door and was about to reach for the handle when he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder at Tesla.

Monsieur Nikola, what you are about to see has been seen by very, very few others,” he said.

Edison exhaled through his nose in annoyance. He had grown impatient with Eiffel’s

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