Quatrain 6, Century 8. “Where ivory towers meet the eastern sea Young trees of knowledge will fall crushed by the thorny vine of a red rose.”

If Crazy Eddie’s right, Nostradamus’ idea of an ivory tower is here at the National Institute of Applied Mathematics in Boston, Massachussetts. A young Einstein named Ted Eichmann dropped dead with bubbles in his blood, like he’s a can of soda someone shook too fast.

Word on campus had it he was working on a government project. The program needed a new boy wonder. Looks like I finally made it to college. Mom would’ve been proud.

Crazy Eddie wired me up with a microphone and earpiece so I could play genius to all the real geniuses. I fooled them with Eddie’s help and made the grade. They told me we were working on a “communications satellite system.” I didn’t buy it. With the level of secrecy surrounding the project, I was betting this project was far more dangerous than anyone was letting on.