Gathering Clouds HTML version

Gathering Clouds…
The Cloud Brothers
Book One
By James Field
Published by James Field at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 James Field
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given
away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase
an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it
was not purchased for your use only, then please visit Smashwords and purchase your own copy.
Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Cover by David Colon
Within the next few seconds Trevor will either experience a titanic swell of satisfaction–or die a
gruesome death.
Let this be understood before we go any further: Trevor Cloud is a genius. He is too modest to
admit it, and too engrossed in his experiments to even consider the possibility, but at the young
age of twenty-three he possesses more intelligence than any other person on planet Earth.
'I'm a coward and a fool,' he muttered. 'Press the key and get it over with.'
His finger hovered one centimetre above his laptop "enter" key, hanging there while he
gathered the nerve to jab. O ne simple jab and his creation would come alive; and nothing or
nobody would ever be able to turn it off or stop it–that is, if his calculations were correct.
The trouble is, if he had miscalculated, he would die.
'Come on,' he said, 'do it, you know it will work.' His finger shook and sweat stung his eye.
One jab. Life or death. 'Come on, do it.'
He knew it would work because he had made several miniature models.
Admittedly, the first model had remained dead; the next model had glowed white hot and
melted; the third model had exploded leaving a huge crater in the ground and felled all trees
within a ten-metre radius; and the fourth model had wobbled clumsily in the air until it shot off
into the clear blue sky and headed for space, out of control and lost forever.
But the next model had worked better than he ever dared hope for. A simple-looking object
the size of an ostrich egg, connected by straightforward radio signal to his laptop, the end result
CHAPTER 1 Egg Shape