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What if your dreams were not your own, but predetermined echoes emanating out from an underground, inter-dimensional organic computer in the process of selecting which species will be the best fit to inhabit and care for the planet earth?

It is the late 1930s, the dark clouds of Hitler, Mussolini and Hirohito are descending over Europe and Asia. Nautilus is the brainchild of Fanny Driscoll, Alfred Gottlieb and Silas Beauchamp, three visionary scientists hoping to stop the totalitarian march of evil descending upon all of Mankind. Their idea, or was it? Each of them confessing that their best ideas come from a whisper, or an echo first encountered in a dream. Yes, this particular‒their dream: to build an organic computer with the intention of helping Mankind overcome its worst fears, bridge its insecurities, and become a unified species.

Nautilus built on the model of the chambered nautilus will record the unconscious content, tap into the universal river of Mankind’s collective unconscious, and extrapolate out of a massive cross-section of Man’s long suppressed fears, wants‒the better angels of his past, present and future. Eden will not, simply, be restored, but redefined.

As fate would have it. Or was it fate? The creators of Nautilus are kidnapped and killed. Nautilus runs, non-stop, for seventy “human’ years, but for Nautilus who has learned to leap past the constraints of linear time and ride the expanding light of the universe, it becomes seventy thousand years of evolutionary trial and error. Traveling in and through alternate dimensions, Nautilus self-directs its own construction.

So, what does Harlan Beauchamp make of a telegram dated: April 1, 1948. On sabbatical in Black Mountain, North Carolina, Harlan Beauchamp, world famous scientist, the son of world-famous scientists mysteriously killed in the late forties, has come to the Blue Ridge Mountains to search his past, find his roots. Still, he finds himself asking why now, and why here?

Once there, familiar dreams, return‒nightly with a new and vigorous intensity. A voice in the back of his mind grows stronger. Soon, he finds himself, with key in hand, about to enter into the hidden fortress that houses‒Nautilus, asking himself, Did I actually choose or was I simply following orders when I left London to come here?