War of Babel

Angel Hong

Description

Zion goes on an incredible journey toward enlightenment as he seeks to protect Nature while traveling magically through humanity’s depths and greatest heights.
Zion is on an amazing journey. It begins with the cherishing of Nature—the fundamental beginning of enlightenment. His narrative spans from the dawn of man, perhaps before, to the twenty-first century. Blurring the lines between history, magic, tradition, and conspiracy theory, Zion’s quest culminates in a mind-bending twist.
War of Babel is an engrossing and entertaining trip through humanity’s most positive and also darkest yearnings. Author Angel Hong reinterprets tales that thread through conspiratorial groups—particularly the freemasons and illuminati—in pursuit of regaining the first real civilization of mankind and saving the Earth before it’s completely destroyed.

Sujets

• Fantastique
• Fantasy historique
• Médiéval-Fantastique
• Historical
• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 09 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781532073038
• Langue: English

Extrait

WAR OF BABEL
 
 
 
 
Angel Hong
 
 
 
 
 
 
WAR OF BABEL
 
 
Copyright © 2019 Angel Hong.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-5320-7302-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5320-7303-8 (e)
 
 
 
iUniverse rev. date: 07/26/2023
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The Babel Tower’s underground roads were saturated with vehicles trying to enter the parking lot with little success. Which is why any space between the unmoving cars was equally swarming with impatient ex-passengers, deciding the distance was better travelled on foot. It was most likely only the presence of a SWAT team, blocking the VVIP lane from ordinary civilian transportation that persuaded drivers to stay seated, unable to abandon their vehicles, ever ready for the slightest of movements forward.
Those that had left their drivers behind were climbing back up to ground level and making their way across the traffic as the SWAT team stood to watch. It was a long detour from using the underground entrance, but many of them preferred the moving as opposed to the uncertainty of waiting in an immobile car.
A small American flag resting on the hood of a car stopped flapping in the wind as the vehicle came to a halt in front of an elevator. A security agent walked towards the back of the vehicle and opened the back door. As the President of the United States stepped out, a group of agents stood on-guard, saluting their commander and chief who made his way to the elevator, ever accompanied by the blinding flashing lights of eager photographers poised in their cordoned area across the road. The rapidly climbing elevator stopped on the 111 th floor to let the U.S President out onto a luxury medical room that surveyed the city from above.
“Seoul has changed so much... ‘Miracle of the Han River’ indeed.”
Reporters in the underground parking lot kept taking pictures as other representatives of the G20 countries; including the Russian President, the Chinese President, the French President, and the British Prime Minister arrived and moved to their respective offices within the building. Zion Lee, a photographer for the Korea Times, inspected his photographs, particularly the many captured of the U.S President stepping out of his car. As he reviewed his pictures, Zion guessed what the caption underneath the published photograph would read.
“A face full of anxiety and wrinkles… A President carrying the weight of a country in an expression or maybe it was just a bad angle.”
He stared at a wrinkled, frowning President. The picture actually caught the head of his state lamenting the choice of locations in which the international meeting of leaders was to take place.
“Out of all the other buildings that could be accessed via helicopter, why does it have to be here at the helicopter pad-less Babel Tower?”
Despite the President’s frustrations, the G20 meeting was fixed at this fabled tower. A tower surrounded by many a wild story, all of which were well researched by Zion.
There were speculative reports linking the tower to ancient holy sites of religious groups, late-night drug parties attended by heads of state and, of course, the ever-present threat of a terrorist act. Of all the reports and stories Zion had heard, he had to admit that he foresaw something terrible akin to the fate of other similar iconic buildings around the world as a very real possibility. It is why it came to him as such a relief that the security at Babel Tower was so intense.
Throughout the premises were hundreds of cameras and scanners guarding each carpark, entrance, floor, door, and wall.
The car scanners showed exactly what was in each car, not just in the picture, but also in word. Every camera worked in tandem with a program that could identify almost all known materials down to the brand. If a chip inside a phone were to be altered from its factory setting, alarm bells would ring, literally and figuratively. Zion was sure that no terrorist would escape the high-tech scanner that could even look into your bone marrow. He went through the doorway used by ordinary visitors. They were given access to the building only after going through a scanning process more complicated than an airport. Only the department stores, aquariums, amusement parks, and grocery stores were accessible to the public. The blockade made access to the main entrance of the Babel Tower impossible.
Despite only the Babel World Mall and the Babel World Theme Park being made accessible and through a complicated screening too, there was still a large crowd waiting to enter. The extra security today was certainly enough to dispel any idea of a terrorist attack-taking place, he thought.
In front of the tower was the most beautiful lake in Seoul. Lake 88, created in the shape of an 8 for the 1988 Seoul Olympics, was next to Seoul’s most popular theme park, Babel World. The screams from riding the ‘Gyro Drop’ spread to nearby apartments, causing complaints in the Songpa district but due to the financial power of the Babel Group the complaints were ignored every time. Zion had lived in the area since he was three years old, skating on Lake 88 in winter before the tower was built. His home was built near the Baekje Tombs, a five-minute walk from Lake 88. The Baekje tombs used to be his playground. The fact that they used to be the burial site of kings was of no concern to the five-year-olds as they played games of tag around the tombs. He even took some pebbles from such old relics and played the popular game of stone-throwing against the tombstones themselves. The most splendid place amongst the Baekje Tombs area was where the big stony hills lay. Zion recently theorized that the stony hill was made up of a huge dolmen, a Stonehenge like structure that had been ignored and built around and upon for thousands of years. The government demolished the stone for the redevelopment of the area back in 1984. Not only the stones but anything that stood in the place where apartments were to be built. Among the rice fields, vegetable fields, and ancient ruins, the only place to be spared was the Baekje tombs. The name Seokchon-dong where Zion grew up came from the archaic word ‘dolmari’, meaning a village full of stones. There were supposedly many dolmens dating back to ancient times, but the few objects left for discovery were hidden underground. A few days previous, Zion received a plaque of appreciation in helping with the ‘Excavation Research on Ancient Tombs in Seokchon-dong’; a paper published detailing the part excavation taken upon by the Seoul Metropolitan Government and the Baekje Museum. Zion recalled his childhood memories and gave the information to Songpa district and the city of Seoul, which led them to buy land where there were large mountains and some slight remnants of stone structures remaining. After digging the area, a total of 3,000 ancient artifacts were found. Zion took the pictures and wrote the articles, earning him the nickname Indiana Zion. Amongst the findings were a pair of dragon-shaped bracelets Zion himself had come across. He already knew these were a finding he wasn’t going to report, a keepsake perhaps. The decision was only strengthened when upon trying on the bracelets they snapped to reshape themselves to his exact wrist proportion, fastening comfortably yet firmly like they were built to his proportions. Even though he wished to know how old the artifacts were, Zion had no connection to any reliable appraiser, especially any connection to the government itself. Zion showed the bracelets to archaeologist Dr. Young-gu Kim, an old acquaintance. Dr. Young-gu Kim didn’t recognize the material of the bracelets and postulated that it could be material reclaimed from a meteorite.
If this was an artifact that’s over ten thousand years old which the ancient people crafted by grinding a meteorite that fell from outer space, it was a discovery that would re-write historical textbooks all over the world. But the so-called “government-above-government” had to continue teaching their version of world history in order to protect their narrative of being the chosen people, the “Setepai”. It