Chapter 1
23 June 1940
Strasbourg, France
Strasbourg was a wound bleeding smoke. The orderly city of fifteen thousand was gone, replaced by a labyrinth of fear. Thick clouds hung permanently in the air, a miasma from the tanks and artillery tearing through the land. The sky itself appeared wounded, stained by fire.
Chaos ruled the streets. Families fled, clutching what little they could save. Fear moved faster than bullets. People no longer asked who you were—only what you believed, what your name sounded like.
Nearly ninety percent of Strasbourg was Jewish. That alone was a death sentence.
The Nazi soldiers did not care about character, age, or innocence. One question was enough. If the answer was Jude, the outcome was immediate. This brutality was engineered. Years of propaganda had reshaped a nation, turning neighbors into executioners.
Adolf Hitler had mastered manipulation. He convinced millions the Aryan race was under threat, that Jews were the enemy behind Germany's humiliation. In his mind, he was not merely leading a nation—he was cleansing the world.
This relentless hate forced families into hiding. Basements, attics, abandoned buildings—anything to delay the inevitable.
One such man was Emerlane Kane from Nancy. When the invasion began, he tried to flee. He failed.
Captured, his life collapsed. He was transported to what they called a camp. It was hell. Prisoners were tortured daily. Guards would ask if they were still alive—only to resume the torture once they answered.
Luck never returned to Emerlane Kane.
His story, and millions like it, began with words.
13 September 1930
Germany
A crowd stood frozen beneath banners. A man stood above them, his voice a scalpel.
„Wir alle wurden manipuliert. Vom System, von den Regierungen. Sie haben uns verunsichert und geschwächt. Du bist nur ein Teil dieses Systems."
"We have all been manipulated. By the system, by governments. They have weakened us and filled us with doubt. You are nothing but a cog in their machine."
The words struck deep. He framed himself as a savior, not a tyrant.
„Wir haben uns im Ersten Weltkrieg geschämt, als wir verloren haben. Diesmal werden wir der Welt zeigen, was Deutschland kann."
"We were humiliated when we lost the First World War. This time, we will show the world what Germany is capable of."
The crowd roared.
Then, his voice hardened into a blade.
„Und die größten von ihnen, die Juden. Sie haben Chaos verursacht. Für unsere Zukunft müssen wir sie ausmerzen. Lasst die Arier für immer leben."
"And the worst of them—the Jews. They have created chaos. For our future, they must be eradicated. Let the Aryans live forever."
It was not a speech—it was psychological warfare. The message spread like a virus: Germany had been betrayed. Revenge became righteousness. Hatred became duty.
By 1935, Germany invaded Poland. In 1939, the invasion of France began. By August 1940, France had fallen. Hitler's eyes turned toward England.
The war was no longer about borders. It was about annihilation.
16 August 1940
Research Facility, Berlin
The laboratory was silent except for the hum of machines. Eugene, head of research, stood rigid before a steel desk.
„Warum haben Sie bei dem Projekt versagt?"
"Why did you fail the project?"
Rolf Hall stood opposite him, unnervingly calm.
„Herr Eugene, ich bin nicht durchgefallen."
"I did not fail."
A faint glow emerged behind Rolf. A three-dimensional projection flickered into existence—a perfect, shifting form of light suspended in the air.
Eugene's eyes widened.
„Rolf… du hast es geschafft? Unser Projekt war die Entwicklung einer Biowaffe. Was hast du gebaut?"
"Rolf… you succeeded? The project was to develop a bioweapon. What have you created?"
Rolf met his gaze.
„Ich habe keine Biowaffe erschaffen. Aber dieses hier hat größeres Potenzial. Niemand wird erkennen, was es ist. Es ist meine Erfindung. Ich nenne es: Hologramm."
"I did not create a bioweapon. But this has greater potential. No one will recognize what it truly is. It is my invention. I call it: Hologram."
He paused.
„Wir sollten es Hitler zeigen."
"We should present it to Hitler."
Eugene's expression hardened. Anger replaced awe.
"This is madness,"he snapped in English. "You are fired. Take your so-called experiment and leave. When you return and admit your failure, then I will reconsider."
Rolf said nothing. He deactivated the shimmering light, lifted the device, and walked out.
No one in the room understood what had just been lost.
Or what had just been unleashed.
The hologram would become the most dangerous weapon of the twentieth century.
Chapter 1 Ends