The Compound Effect Audiobook Novels & Stories

It was amazing just how much a mission outside of the Compound could change the demeaner of the team. The day we left three weeks ago they had been a rowdy bunch, even going so far as to sing along with one of the old CD’s Wheeler had slowly been collecting, Porter especially was naturally a loud and talkative person, it was surreal to hear him sound so subdued now. But experience taught me that two days back inside the safety of the compound and he would be back to his usual, annoyingly chipper self.

Compounding in the wrong direction for a very long time and then, slowly, starting to compound the other way. We got there. All of us. We got there. The morning held us. The kitchen held us. The table held us, the right size, the right people, the notebooks and the coffee and the cats and the plant named Margaret and the man beside me and the boys across from me and the city outside doing what it always did. And it was enough. It was more than enough. It was everything. Some things compound in the wrong direction for a very long time. And then, slowly, they start compounding the other way.

We made a run. We parted ways, and I went to my classroom. Nothing like retaking boring subjects. Oh joy. My phone lit up and dad sent me a picture of Liv, on his desk chair eating a Graham cracker while holding a book. I chuckled. "Good morning class." Oh no, that voice. Please tell me is someone else with the same voice. "This class just got interesting." A girl said. I look up from my phone and I was right. He was here and he is going to be my professor. Aaron King. Fanfuckingtastic.

"These pictures are super creepy. It looks like a bad spy movie." Finally, we decided to check out the videos. "Meeting 1" was a recording of a group of people sitting around a table, talking about something super boring and technical. It was hard to hear what they were saying, and it was really long. We skipped to "Meeting 2" hoping for something more interesting. The second video started with Dr. Albright talking, and he had this super creepy smile on his face. “We're on the verge of a breakthrough,” he said, his voice all smooth and weird. “Our compound is going to change the world. It will enhance human potential beyond imagination.”

"They are generating it themselves. And they are doing the work that makes it compound." "Yes," Mia said. "Without any instruction. Without any programme. Simply — generating and then doing what the generating makes possible, and the doing producing more generating, and the cycle beginning." She paused. "Emily. Three communities that crossed the threshold in October are independently compounding their own accord frequency. The function is working without us." The table was very quiet. Rin made the anchor sound. The room deepened.

Pausing for dramatic tension he then said "The winner of New CEO is......." "Melissa Hartford of Hartford Industries" Melissa almost dropped her drink in shock. "Go on, get up there and get your award." The thundering of the applause was deafening, Melissa took a step towards the stage as if in a dream, she got to the stairs at the side of the stage 1 step, 2 stairs 3 stairs. The MC stood there with his hand ready to shake, and the trophy in the other, stepping up to the podium the spotlight was bright in her eyes, and she could only see the people at the front.