“I know you didn’t want any more calls sir, but I have Dirk Watts on the line. He’s listed as one of your special agents.”

The President was always happy to hear form Dirk Watts.

“Yep – put him through Christie.”

“Good afternoon President,” Dirk said excitedly. “I just wondered whether anyone in your Administration has alerted you to the fact that this has all been predicted?”

“Dirk… it’s good to hear from you but… I’m sorry I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

“This surge towards the Regeneration.”

“Well Dirk, I assure you, I’ve already read the Bible and the Koran.”

“Of course sir, but I’m talking about a novel.”

“Really!” the President said, his curiosity sparked. “What’s it called?”

“2020 – Perfect Vision.”

“Well… at least they’ve got the year right!” the President laughed. “Who wrote it Dirk?”

“David Brown – an Australian.”

The name sounded vaguely familiar.

“Should I know him?”

“He’s mentioned in several of the reports I gave you. He was the one who talked Max into going to India and some believe it was his idea to use an implant. ”