Chapter 9 – Answers That Sprout Questions
The animus screen faded to blue and then shut off in the blink of an eye. Jacob winced at the sudden change in environment. Once again he was back in the lab, laying down and strapped into the animus. He heard a slight 'click' and then he recognised Stacy White's flowing red hair as she leaned over and pulled the animus screen to the side.
'How do you feel?' Doctor Hill asked promptly from his seat beside the animus.
Jacob sat up and Stacy rushed in to help him keep his balance. 'I feel like crap. But I got to say, that was incredible.'
Jacob began to massage his temple with his right hand on account of the throbbing headache he now had. 'So this so called 'treasure' is that artefact, the piece of Eden?'
'That's right.' Said Dr Hill.
'And what about these Assassin's? And the Templars? They were after this because it was some kind of divine power. Is all that first civilisation stuff real? Were there really others?'
Doctor Hill seemed a little impatient, but he answered the questions. 'The animus is a device designed using that specific technology, much like these pieces of Eden and the key that Lord Nelson found in that temple. Although we do not yet understand the full capabilities of all this technology, the few people who know about it have found it all over the world, artefacts dating back as old as time.'
Again Jacob began to feel sceptical, but for now the animus was proof enough that there definitely was something extraordinary going on. There were still so many questions, 'So why do you…?"
Doctor Hill cut him off. 'That's enough questions for now.' He said conspicuously. 'It's getting late, and you will need more rest if you are to continue in the animus tomorrow. Go, Mrs White will show you to your room.'
Stacy showed off her bright shy smile as she moved to lead Jacob to his room, 'Here it is, get plenty of rest.' She said kindly, 'There is a long day ahead of us tomorrow.'
The room was small, just a square box made with metal doors and walls. There was only enough room for a bed, a dresser and a toilet.
Jacob had one last question. 'Stacy, how long will I have to do this for?'
'As long as it takes, goodnight.' The door slid over and then was sealed.
Suddenly Jacob felt trapped, but there was no going back now. The thought still remained in his head 'what are they planning to do with the piece of Eden?'
