I am compelled to discover why history may end, perhaps why time itself will cease to be significant. I sense in my spirit a new future, a great mystery is to be revealed. I have know all my life of this mystery; it was told to me by my parents, it is called: The Meriothea. My parents came from the Age of Crisis as the world teetered on destruction, the atmosphere was self destructing and before the Atmospheric World Congress was formed by the men and woman of Science and Humanities. They had mapped the human genome, put a man on Mars, yet had failed to resolve the problem of the atmosphere...