Maxwell Black , livre ebook

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Silent Message
Elliot Jay Nadin
Austin Macauley Publishers
2022-01-31
Maxwell Black About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Introduction Breaking News! Now Back to Housewives of Mars’s Moon Attention Master Sam Incoming Neural Transmission To Whom It May Concern Interjection 1 Dear Anon, Questioning Has Begun Interjection 2 The Gala Interjection 3 Statements Timothy Interjection 4 Hamish Interjection 5 Tara Interjection 6 Mary Interjection 7 Harriet Interjection 8 Mr Ryland Maxwell Mr Ryland Maxwell’s Final Thoughts Breaking News! Interjection 9 Two Weeks Later
About the Author
Elliot Jay Nadin aims to enthrall and entertain audiences with his fast paced writing style. Suffering from ADHD, he hopes to reach new readers who like him desire to read but struggle with larger or more complex works. Due an accident, Elliot also suffers long and short term memory loss and hopes to encourage those who feel mental illness or disabilities hold them back.
Dedication
For my children and my fiancée
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A galactic ambassador dead, six suspects and a young engineer in a dead-end job!
It’s the year 3004, Sam a fifteen-year-old, unassuming neural comm engineer becomes the recipient of a slew of messages from secret agent Maxwell Black, the youngest Galactic agent for the Serris Bureau of investigation ever!
It’s a race against time for Sam to uncover the secrets within and save Maxwell. For Maxwell, he has mere hours in a holding cell with five others, to reveal a killer and save the Galaxy from all-out war!
Book One of the Maxwell Black Saga.
Introduction
Hello reader. Welcome to my first encounter with Maxwell Black. The best agent, Serris the Galactic Bureau for Investigation had to offer. Operating from the years 2998-3034. My name is Sam. I always felt I was in no way useful, but in fact this is the most useful thing I have ever done, I helped save the galaxy, more than once! And I did it in sweat pants! Maxwell asked me some time ago to write his memoirs. Almost all of his missions were buried a long time ago. I plan to bring them to light just like I brought his first major mission to light, all those years ago.
I sit here in my gloomy little room with very little light, with the sole aim to put to record, everything Maxwell ever accomplished. I fear unless I release all of this, he may never come back. I don’t know whether you are reading this in the past, the present or the future. But you need to know about him. My best friend. Maxwell was never the top of his class or anything like that. Although he could have been, showboating wasn’t in his nature. He was extremely kind for the job he was in. But he did manage to work his way to the top of the agency, for sheer cases solved in such a short time. Until he disappeared some five years ago.
I was only fifteen at the time when, I first came into contact with my best friend and an incredible person that Maxwell was. I remember it almost like it was yesterday. It was 3004 and if you are reading this anywhere in the 2000s or the 1900s, not much changed. We did manage to colonise and terraform all of the planets in our solar system and some outside of it too. As you could guess from this, we also have half-decent galactic travel.
I was a total two-thousand-o-file, I loved everything about it, their ‘smartphones’ for example. All of these devices, a simple neural comm can do, crazy! Entertainment was now completely galactic, no more regional sections. We all ended up speaking one language. Whatever you are reading this in, I can assure you it wasn’t written that way unless you are from my time. Grey is very popular now, everything, buildings, vehicles, art. Just grey all the colonies. Looks garish if you ask me but, it is what it is.
I think you could guess from my hints, we do have time travel, but it’s only for information. We can’t say, send a person or living organism back, it’s like what used to be called the internet, but now if we upload something, it’s automatically available at any time that has access to even rudimentary internet. Schools no longer exist; the need for being informed by another person died when, the neural comms were invented, you get them at birth, you automatically have access to any answer to any problem.
It can also alter you, very slightly physically, need to do something you have never done, boom, you got it. I’ll say there are those who don’t have them and talent is still talent and not everyone chooses to get them. Although I don’t understand why they’re very useful.
Anyway. I’m not here to tell you how crazy my time is, or boring, depending on your time. I’m here at least for right now, to detail my very first mission with Maxwell Black. It started with my fifteen-year-old self, sitting bored, taking in some galactic entertainment. If you doubt the validity of this memoir, try to bear in mind, I am not repeating this merely from memory, I will be watching myself back then from start to finish. I almost already regret this. So here we go.
Breaking News!

Anchor Torrance Swell:
We interrupt your galactic programming for some breaking Milky Way news! As many of you are aware, the alliance between Jupiter and Earth has been unstable for the past four years. It comes as a complete shock this morning, as Ambassador Grant Tillwell of the Jupiter higher council and Galactic comity, has been found dead outside of his high rise apartment on Earth. Jupiter is in a state of panic as Earth now has rightful temporary govern over them. No one is entirely aware of what started the feud some seventy years ago.
But one thing we all know is uncertainty lies ahead. Were an Earth resident found guilty an all-out war could be expected, along with the pursuance of the large threats Jupiter science team had been posing.
In my opinion, we’re all people so who honestly cares who’s in power? Ever since galactic travel and housing has existed, it’s been a total bloody nightmare. Martians, they know we know? Wearing colanders on your heads doesn’t make you alien, guys! Oh and don’t even get me started on those bloody backwards Plutons! An…

Anchor Jane Terra:
“Okay, back to regular programming, that’s quite enough, Torrance.”

Anchor Torr –
“Oh, you all think you’re bloody great, don’t you? Maybe there should be a war. Woohoo! Let’s all do star wars for real. Remember those relics, yeah? Let’s g–”
Now Back to Housewives of Mars’s Moon

Oh Hell No Janet I Know You Didn’t About to Steal My Ray Ray
Ugh, no thanks. Trashy crap. Can’t believe I forgot that crap existed, still. I swiped my arm to shove it out of view. Thanks to neural comms, television is more like a floating screen now. You have total control over it, you want it gone, demolish it; want it back, then summon it; fool.
Anyway, as I sat there twiddling my thumbs in my, frankly appallingly filthy manner. “Oh! Come on, Sam don’t – oh no, don’t eat that month-old chip, seriously.” This is just awful, what was he thinking making me go back over this, why couldn’t we start with the black hole squid. Oh, here we go. I’m just sitting there in a blacked-out room on my bed, I never realised how cool the neural comms interface looks when it’s in full view, it almost looks like a tiny milky way floating in your own room.
There I was just an unassuming kid, I mean due to the no schoolroom, by fifteen we all now had our own apartments and full-time jobs. I was a neural comm engineer. I guess that’s why Maxwell’s messages came to me. You see, even though everyone is able to do virtually anything now; what with the neural comms. Everyone struggled with jobs at first, they all thought. Well, work is an outdated idea, we all can do anything so why should I take out the bins and that guy be a surgeon yadda yadda.
Basically, people quickly realised that not everything is automated, nor should it be. So instead of a person being given less wage for being just as capable a universal amount was made. No one goes overworked or underpaid any more. If we need something, we can buy it.
Anyway, enough about my times’ politics, you might even be reading this in my time, so you already know this. Here we go.
Attention Master Sam Incoming Neural Transmission

From Unknown
“Okay send that puppy through, Ara,” I said. Yes, I named my neural comm, I didn’t have many friends and I always found it weird talking to nothing. Nevertheless, I shot up. When the message pinged my comm, it had a really feint Serris jingle in the background. I thought no way have I intercepted a message between two agents. I couldn’t quite believe it.
I quickly ran into my study, it’s a small apartment, but what used to be the dining area that I converted, w