Hohbach Einstein Superstar Code 3

Gate hcg
2. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-3-7583-4656-9
Verlag: BoD - Books on Demand
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, Band 3, 272 Seiten

Reihe: Einstein Superstar Code

The Sci-Fi Action-Comedy Einstein Superstar Code 3 presents the mind-boggling, action-packed adventure initiated by the spectacular end of Einstein Superstar Code 2. Abe Crystal, a 17-year-old storyteller, math and video-game freak, and two video-game characters turned real, Ati, a young, good-looking, kick-ass warrior with special powers, and XH-Thyron, a husky, lion-like creature with super strength, must solve several age-old mysteries to save humanity and the cosmos. Why and how does Local Symmetry represent both Heaven and Earth? And how can the magical cosmic Gate hcg help them defeat the evil Pharaoh Seth Globaluth with his vicious army, who intend to abuse humanity and rule the universe? The novel contains background Information both on the groundbreaking, scientific discovery of Albert Einstein regarding the core role of Local Symmetry in Nature and holistic, eco-intelligent concepts like the circular economy. Additionally, the sheet music of the novel's pop song is included.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Hohbach, George

Leseproben

CHAPTER 1

“What kinda ice cream flavor would you like, young lady?” the old man said, smiling at the adorable little Monica from his ice cream truck.

It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun had risen over the Philadelphia suburb a short while ago and was now coloring the trees and houses with a golden glimmer. Monica, who had turned six yesterday, was out on the street alone, wearing her fancy pink dress and white sneakers. She was trying out her new green bike which she had gotten as a present.

While she had been riding up and down the empty road in front of her parents’ house, where both were still sleeping, an old-fashioned red ice cream truck pulled up and parked next to the curb.

The vendor, an old man looking a bit like Santa Claus’s twin brother with white hair and a long white beard, rang a bell. The lovely sound, together with the huge picture of a cone filled with delicious scoops of ice cream, had caused Monica to steer her bike right up to the red truck.

Now, she was standing in front of all the boxes containing the most amazingly sweet flavors of her favorite concept of food. Super yummy, soft ice cream.

“So, what kinda ice cream flavor would you like?” the old man asked again. “Let me guess, you are a strawberry-meets-chocolate-taste-kinda gal?”

“Hmm,” Monica sighed. She was overwhelmed by all the many flavors she was contemplating on this small counter. There seemed to be an infinite number.

The single, one-is-all flavors, presented the simple joys of the ice cream universe, like Vanilla, Watermelon, or Butterscotch.

Then, there was a second row of containers, shining with the tasty colors of the two-as-one flavors, a single flavor made of different parts. She read wonderful names like Apple Crumble, Banana Cream Pie, and Chocolate Cheesecake.

And then, of course, came the third row of boxes, the home of the all-is-one flavors. This category stood for the sparkling combination of several taste sensations, like Raspberry and White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Marshmallow, Cookies and Brownies, or Praline and Toffee.

“Don’t overthink it, Missy,” the old man chuckled. “After all, in every box and in every moment, it’s just one thing you’re looking at. It’s all ice cream.”

Finally, Monica’s eyes came to rest on one last box. It was hidden in the corner of the counter. An old sign with large, golden letters on it read,

ALL 3 KINDS OF FLAVORS

“That one!” Monica whispered with glowing eyes and pointed at the magic container.

Suddenly a spheric, beautiful sound could be heard, and a soft female voice said,

“If you chose the flavor right,

You will see a golden light.”

“Interesting choice,” the vendor said, before Monica could start wondering about the origin of the angel-like voice.

The old man took a golden spoon and bent toward the chosen ice cream box. Monica followed his every move. She was so excited about this taste of all three kinds of flavors together. She had never ever heard of such an ice cream.

“Oh, too bad,” the old man sighed, “the container is totally empty. I guess, young lady, you’ll have to pick a different kind.”

“No!” Monica replied with a firm voice. “I’ll have the all-3-kinds-of-flavors ice cream.”

“Hmm. Even more interesting choice,” the vendor reckoned. He winked at Monica, and with his golden spoon, he reached into the empty box. A sparkling light emerged with small shining stars. The gorgeous spheric music could be heard again. When the man took the spoon from the empty container, Monica saw it held a full scoop of radiating, golden ice cream. The super magic kind, that is, with a silky texture.

She could feel her heart beating and jumping about from sudden joy. GOLDEN ICE CREAM?! WHOA-HOW?!

Gently, the old man placed the most special of flavors into a cone, which instantly began to glimmer with a mystical, golden light.

“Here you go, angel,” he said and handed Monica the most amazing treat.

“Thanks,” she said with a dreamy voice and rolled her big blue eyes. “How much?”

“This aroma is free,” the happy vendor smiled. “I’m amazed that you could spot this special ice cream flavor box with the unified, all-encompassing essence of all essences.”

“Guess, I’m just a very special girl.” Monica giggled.

“Oh, yes, you are! Enjoy the whole world of wonders in all infinite flavors as one.”

Slowly Monica moved the radiating ice cream sensation towards her mouth. The scent of that flavor alone was beyond words. Perfect balance and harmony of all kinds of tastes, that was for sure. Just when Monica wanted to touch the precious ice cream carefully with the tip of her tongue to savor the heavenly zest, loud rap music came blasting through the air.

Monica almost dropped the cone, so shocked was she by this hammering sound that literally cut through the beautiful morning air.

A monster truck stopped with screeching tires, right in front of Monica and the magical ice cream truck, while the engines were forced to roar loud, even louder and even much louder. The fumes from the exhaust pipe smelled just awful.

“HEY! YO!” the three dudes and the driver yelled over the echoing, revving engine.

“YO, pops! What’s that freaking golden ice cream that girl is having. We want one, too. But lots of it. You hear us!”

Monica was instantly scared by all this. The evil looking black monster truck with the red, bursting flame painted on it. The four awful looking guys inside the truck, who looked like gang members of the worst kind. She had never seen them here before. With fear in her eyes, she looked over to the old ice cream vendor, who seemed, to her surprise, pretty calm.

“Sorry, chaps. But she got the last scoop of that flavor. The box is empty, boys.” He held up the container to demonstrate to the four knuckleheads what empty meant.

Angrily, the driver honked and made the engine screech.

“Did that old bloke just call us `boys´?” one of the idiots in the monster truck yelled.

“I think he did!” another dumbbell confirmed.

“Oh, darn!” Monica whispered. She could feel angry tension rising all around.

“Sorry, fellows,” the old man said and sniffed briefly, “I should have known. Only your Mommy is allowed to call you shit-crazy kids `boys´, when she tucks you in at night, you bed-wetter’s.”

“WHAT?!” the four husky dudes shouted in rage and took out their pump guns. Monica screamed.

“Shut up! Or we’ll blow your little round head off doll!”

“You, old-timer! You picked the wrong gang to make fun of. You’re gonna pay. Either you get us this golden ice cream, or we’ll put a lot of holes in your ice-cream doll!”

“Guys, seriously,” the old man countered with great poise. “You do not want to open that door any further. The reality that awaits you is beyond even what your stupidity wants to encounter! I warn you, I never travel alone!”

The four boneheads laughed maliciously at the words of the ice cream vendor.

“So, soon-to-be-shot-to-hell grandpa, who are you travelling with? Your three-legged, blind poodle?” Again, they gang-laughed hard to demonstrate their testosterone-driven brotherhood of brainlessness.

With a loud thud, someone suddenly jumped onto the top of the ice cream truck. Except for the ice cream vendor, this appearance out of thin air caught everyone else by total surprise.

“What the hell!” one of the dudes yelled.

On top of the van, stood a young, good-looking woman. Her soft, impeccable skin was beautifully dark, her hair glistening purple, and she wore a shimmering light-blue, tight body suit.

Monica stared at the strange woman, with her mouth wide open. Her heart was beating wildly now. Then she glanced over to the gang in the monster truck.

“You better hop right back to where you came from, chicklet, or we’re gonna put a lot of lead into you, too!”

“You wish, you drooling babies!” the mystical lady replied, staring the gang members right into their confused eyes.

This was just too much eye contact for these nitwits. So, they started firing their pump guns at the woman, but she moved so fast, like lightning, that none of the bullets hit her.

“Told you, this is not your lucky day, wackos” the old man laughed. “This,” and he pointed upwards, “is Ati, your living, pain-dispensing nightmare on this beautiful summer morning.”

“What? What?” the four morons gasped, as if they had collectively hit a giant panic button.

“You are dead meat, numbnuts! You’d better start crying now, before I crush you,” Ati, the magic woman on top of the ice cream truck, growled.

In total panic, the four dudes pointed their fire arms at Monica.

“One stupid move on your part, freak-lady on the van, and that little brat here is history, big time, like really, bad, big time. You get that!”

“You almost say it, like you mean it, douchebags!” the woman laughed, and the...