The Million Day Forecast

By Darren Hunter

Emma Hayes appeared to be the average, quirky seventeen year old high school student that plays field hockey and hangs out with their friends. But after becoming the first human to ever be contacted by aliens, Emma’s life became anything but average.
The shocking series of events that transpired on earth have revealed a sister planet in another galaxy with strange beings quite unlike humans on earth...or so one might think.
There’s a dramatic change ahead in the forecast, and thanks to the tenacity of Emma Hayes, nothing will ever be the same again!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren Hunter
• Release date: May 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781511954921

Darren Hunter

Darren Hunter is an author of books and is a Forbes contributor. He's written for Yahoo, CBS, Demand Media and Examiner.com. He's also a speaker for hire.

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CHAPTER 1

X7gTH5

Srenyi was observing a village nestled in the northern climes of earth. It was a place where persistent winter winds caused streetlights to cast moving shadows, and frozen hills meandered up to brightly painted houses that required repainting each spring. One particular dwelling was so compelling to him that he interrupted his mentor, Asphar, during his studies and asked if Asphar thought that the family house of Srenyi’s chosen humanite was strangely similar to that of his own.

My dear counselor, in your professional opinion, does this simple homestead not seem as if it was hurdled unscathed through the galaxies to somehow find rest on earth? With the exception of a misplaced pond and some oddly shaped outdoor furniture, I might add of course.

Asphar peered through the florescence surrounding Srenyi’s yote, an advanced version of a smartphone. Perhaps it’s simply an uncharacteristic humanite spiritual connection that you are sensing. But yes, I’d say that this family unit does indeed bear a utilitarianism that would be reminiscent of a Quittu structure.

I thank you Asphar. For your concurrence means more to me than you might imagine.

Srenyi was a young member of the Quittu, a gentle race about a foot tall. They resembled a fortuitous mix of a rabbit, beagle, and a koala with very large feet. His ancient ancestors within the Centaurus A galaxy were augmented by minerals from the same group of asteroids that once distributed the first microscopic forms of life to earth.

Srenyi liked to say that where he lived, it always seemed like it was turning late in the year.

Indeed, the craggy steppes of the north that he called home were far more rustic than the plush lowlands of the planet X7gTH5. These perennially inviting valleys of the south were home to the statuesque Allanze. They were inexorably drawn to the perfumed reeds that gently waved in the breeze, and turned a turquoise hue on countless numbers of warm days.

The Quittu had split off from the Allanze on their planet 13.4 million earthly years ago. Despite evolving disparately in appearance from their stronger cousins, the tiny Quittu possessed a keener intelligence. They could also communicate with each other without difficulty—in fact, often without speaking.

It was also instinctive for Srenyi to want to help the deserving – no matter the planet on which they resided. He had specifically chosen communication with ‘eh710lmwg/ds.erth.778211’ for a project that he had been assigned in galactic studies. She was an earthling that he had discovered quite by chance during extra observation. Srenyi was at the moment addressing his council elder, a 337 year old Quittu named Asphar about his selection.

Asphar, it would seem that I should at least let one good humanite become aware of the clusters.

Srenyi’s request puzzled Asphar. The earth dwellers seem to have already chosen a similar fate, and by their own accord no less.

Now it was Srenyi who was perplexed. Why did they choose to leave the cosmic family? Just why is humanite nature this way?

That’s not exactly known, my son. Sadly, they have chosen to shun the ancient practices, and instead they instinctively seek incessant war. The cold truth is that the universe would have a little bit more peace without an earth.

But Asphar, you’d agree that even among the Allanze there were once a few admirable souls?

Many, many years ago Srenyi, yes, I shall grant you that.

Srenyi saw his window of opportunity. He had already been permitted the use of one gravitational wave that would allow him to communicate with the one from earth. However, he required special permission to provide his chosen humanite with anything more than the profound insight of being the only person to know for certain that humans were not alone.

Asphar, can we agree that the only way for the good ones on earth to propagate beyond the arrival of the clusters would be for them to start working on a solution immediately?

Affirmative Srenyi. Though allow me to remind you that your homework assignment was to be an outreach project whose charter was the sharing of creative ideas with an intergalactic contemporary living within a unique culture—not to be some sort of species succession planner or intergalactic pond design consultant for that matter.

Srenyi knew that Asphar had a point. Plotting a course for an entire species that lived galaxies away was not the assignment. Still he pressed on, But they would have no way of discovering the clusters on their own until it’s far too late, right, Asphar?

That’s correct Srenyi, but even by then a two hundred year storm is likely to have commenced. There’s not much we could do anyway—at least not directly. That would need to come from within themselves, and I dare say I’m not hopeful about the prospect. In fact, it’s unlikely they possess the necessary fortitude to reach agreement on a way forward.

But what if they could at least be made aware of the clusters? Perhaps it would even inspire a discussion on what a possible continuance would require. After all, we all come from somewhere else.

Asphar seemed at least willing to provide some guidance. There is only one possible way, and as you’re already acutely aware, it once allowed for our own continuity as well.

You mean via what the humanites refer to as an Einstein-Rosen Bridge?

Yes Srenyi. Successful implementation would enable a portal to a new world. Though I fear it already may be too late.

Srenyi continued to press Asphar for official permission. Would there be any limitations to what I may communicate through the use of a gravitational wave? After all, the wave itself is already permitted.

Asphar glanced up at the three suns, whose infused reflections danced off one another creating a wondrous multi-colored late morning sky.

Srenyi, instinctively you seem to know that I shall remain forever committed to the furtherance of that which we hold sacred. However, you must also always remember that the Allanze are an inscrutable breed unto themselves. They will likely view your contact with a humanite as an existential threat, and you could put yourself in great danger.

So you’re saying…?

I didn’t say anything. I wish your earth dweller well.

And Asphar, I may consult with you?

That is all Srenyi.

Srenyi knew he had been granted all that he needed for the moment. He was also sure that receiving this knowledge would be an incredible burden for any humanite. Srenyi stared at the grainy hologram of his chosen earthling emanating from his yote, and it provided him a palpable sense of just how far away in space and time they truly were. Still he felt as if he had no choice. The clusters, he said to the heavens – they must know about the clusters.

By virtue of a random search on a stormy galactic night, he believed he