The CEO repeated to the press what he had already told the scientific team. He presented footage of the massive, fissured stone discovered kilometers beneath the ocean, the remains they believed belonged to Moby Dick, and the humanoid fossil found inside what they presumed to be its abdominal cavity.

After delivering a technical speech filled with scientific analysis, he repeatedly turned to sacred texts, prophets, and—most frequently—to the story of Jonah being swallowed by the great fish, claiming that their discovery proved the incident had truly occurred. He uttered the same sentence again and again, like a mantra or a victory slogan:

“God has won. Science has lost.”

The broadcast of the deep-sea footage—those fractured stone layers at the ocean’s darkest floor, the images taken around the fault zone, and the explanations regarding the magnitude of the earthquake—captured the attention of billions living near the affected region.

The scientifically curious, fascinated by the history of Earth, its geology, and its fossil record, also watched with unwavering focus. A third group, however, was different: the scientific community engaged in the long, brutal debate between evolution and creation, along with a new generation eager to understand where humanity began and what shaped it.

In short, Milennium’s press briefing seized the world by the throat. It dominated conversations on the street, in cafés, on talk shows, across social media. And above all, Stephan’s relentless declaration—“God has won, science has lost”—became the single most discussed sentence on Earth.

Imams stepping out of mosques, priests leaving churches, rabbis emerging from synagogues walked with the pride of commanders returning victorious from war. After all, in their eyes, they were God’s most loyal warriors.

Ironically, if you asked many of these religious leaders what the theory of evolution actually claimed, they would have no answer at all. The more cunning among them might reply, “Explain the theory to me, and I will find a verse that hints at it. A divine statement exists for every purpose—one only needs to know how to extract it.”

Politicians could hardly stay silent in the face of a discovery that shook the world—especially one tangled with religion. Without a moment’s thought or examination, they plunged into the spectacle, using language that mocked evolutionists. They spoke as if the angels themselves were waiting on their lips, ready to declare that evolutionists had stepped away from the gates of hell and entered paradise.

Dr. William read the commentary with deliberate attention. He could not help but laugh at the speeches of religious figures who clearly had no grasp of the evolution–creation debate. Some were clueless about the subject, yet seized the moment as if it were a lucrative opportunity—though none of them would have imagined giving interviews for shallow tabloid headlines only days ago.

What William still failed to understand was how the finding of fossils had suddenly transformed into a narrative about Jonah. In Islamic belief, Jonah was one of the prophets mentioned in the Qur’an. The exact period in which he lived was unknown, but according to a saying (hadith) of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), besides the roughly twenty-five prophets named in the Qur’an, there had been 129,000 others. Some were believed to have lived for centuries—up to nine hundred years. It was said that several prophets might have lived in the same era and preached to the same people. The number was immense, making any precise estimate nearly impossible.
In light of these traditions (hadiths), Dr. William believed that human history should be measured not in tens of thousands of years but in hundreds of thousands.

According to genealogies given in the Book of Genesis, an Irish archbishop once calculated that the first humans—Adam and Eve—had appeared roughly six thousand years ago. Yet fossil evidence clearly suggested that human beings had walked the earth long before that.

Some Islamic and Christian sources claimed that Jonah had lived in a region encompassing modern Iraq, Syria, and southeastern Turkey. The idea that he abandoned Nineveh and reached the Indian Ocean seemed doubtful. True, geological studies suggested that these lands had once been connected to ancient seas, though they now lay far inland. Still, William could not accept the notion that Jonah had been swallowed by Moby Dick somewhere in the waters of the Indian Ocean.

The young scientist studied the photograph of the human-like fossil that had made headlines, examining it with great care. His first thought was that, for evolutionists, this specimen was exactly what they had been searching for. In their view, the possibility that a human body could bend due to strenuous labor was so unlikely that it could be dismissed outright. Thus, they would immediately label a fossil with a curved spine as that of an ape. But why, then, had Stephan emphasized interpretations that supported creationist thought rather than those that aligned with evolutionary theory?

Everyone else's eyes were fixed on the fossils in the images. But Dr. William had noticed an important detail that others had overlooked: the many fragments of broken stone scattered around the remains. What did they signify? Judging by their color and shape, they must have fallen when Moby Dick’s corpse—already turned to stone—crashed downward. Even if the water’s buoyancy slowed the fall…

Dr. William knew of cases—either in preparation or never reported to the public—akin to the Piltdown deception. That was why the image of scattered fossil fragments weighed heavily on his mind. According to a possibility that troubled him, the fossil had not been there for thousands of years.

Perhaps it truly was a fossil, but only for a few months it had lain in this abyss of the sea. At first, he wondered why algae did not cover it, but he immediately dismissed the question, remembering that no living organism could survive at such depths.

While the young scientist struggled through the waves of speculation known as hypotheses, Stephan Mankind—CEO of Millennium Advanced Technologies—boarded his helicopter after giving an impromptu press statement in the area. He crossed kilometers of land and descended onto the helipad of a ship anchored at sea. He was about to enter the cargo hold where pitch-black darkness swallowed all sight when he suddenly remembered that he had uttered the name “God” during his press conference. He did not know why, but his master could not tolerate hearing that word, nor tolerate the tongue, the body, or the mind that spoke it. So he had found a solution for himself: he rinsed his mouth thoroughly with water before entering the chamber.

“My lord, we did everything as you commanded. Everyone believes we were defeated and he has won.”

He could see no one in the darkness. He heard only a demonic laugh, followed by a pair of sentences:

“The louder they shout their victory, the foggier their minds will become. Fog means chaos, and chaos is the mark of our triumph.”

Unaware of the trap being orchestrated by the dark force that sought to manipulate society into chaos and turmoil, evolutionist scientists gathered with the simple intention of defending their academic theories. They insisted that the fossil inside Moby Dick’s stomach did not belong to a human but to a transitional species. Stephan Mankind, on the other hand, tried to appear neutral, yet he loudly proclaimed that everything was already clear and that evolutionists were the losers. At last, seeing that the atmosphere was ready, he decided to execute the final phase of the plan.

“From the fossil, we will extract samples and search for genetic markers. The analysis will reveal the truth plainly.”

Those who supported creationism, emboldened by the CEO’s rhetoric, were confident that the results would favor their position. But they were met with a devastating shock. According to the analysis, the fossil’s DNA matched human DNA by 99.1%. This meant that the specimen belonged to a transitional species. The similarity was higher than that of chimpanzees, which share about 98% of their DNA with humans. In other words, members of this species had, in some way, partially evolved—first becoming the transitional form seen in the fossil, and eventually, over thousands of years, becoming fully human. Moreover, the fossil’s physical appearance was half-human, half-ape. For the first time, both morphology and DNA analysis confirmed, in the same specimen, the existence of a transitional form.

Just like during CEO’s previous announcement, millions were glued to their screens. But this time, the situation was reversed: the evolutionists had won, and the creationists had lost. What was even worse for the creationists was this: after the CEO’s first declaration, some evolutionists—more precisely, those covertly collaborating with him—had withdrawn their firm stance, admitting that insisting on their claims was wrong, even suggesting that evolution might not exist at all. Creationists had praised their humility as a model of virtue. Now, when the opposite turned out to be true—when creationists themselves were proven wrong—they were expected to show the same virtue. They were supposed to acknowledge, “Yes, the theory of evolution is correct.”

Not all, but a considerable number of scientists who had advocated creationism reluctantly made similar statements. Clerics who had been shouting victory cries just days earlier could not find a single argument with which to defend their faith. In other words, they could not withstand the storm of “There is no God” built upon the foundation of evolutionary theory.

Dr. William realized that his intuition had been correct. He had sensed from the very beginning that this was a setup, but what could he say to anyone? How could he warn those theologians who shouted victory without thinking or questioning anything? The answer he would receive from most imams, priests, or rabbis was predictable:

“I always knew you were a heretic.”

If he said he was Muslim, his words would be twisted and he would be labeled a heretic, just like Lütfü Efendi and other religious scholars who were executed in the 16th century. If he claimed to be Christian, he knew a fate similar to Servetus—impaled on a stake—might await him. Thankfully, he did not live in those old times. Yet injustice born of bad decisions still existed. Even in modern societies that claimed to implement civil legal systems, many similar abuses could occur.

The young scientist needed to do something. After long contemplation, he decided the first step should be dating the fossils. Through his evolutionist colleagues in geology, he could request such an analysis. But at the last moment, he abandoned the idea—because if the dark force behind the fossil deception suspected that someone was investigating their plot, they could destroy the evidence. They would simply claim that the fossils had mysteriously disappeared and blame the creationists for stealing them. Such a conspiracy was not unlikely at all.

Dr. William would have to take matters into his own hands. The site where the fossils were found lay in international waters. Since the fossils had not yet been extracted, anyone could conduct scientific research there. Using the millions he had earned from his patients, he contracted with a private company that specialized in robotic engineering. One of the most important clauses in their agreement was confidentiality. Another stipulated that once the robot completed its mission and results were obtained, they would make a joint press statement.

Dr. William held his breath as he watched the footage transmitted by the robot underwater. Seeing that his metal spy was not affected by the crushing pressure of the deep, he understood that the operation was proceeding successfully. When the robot reached the huge fissured rock and the fossils of Moby Dick and the human-like creature inside, he confirmed that the images used for the hoax had not been fabricated. The robot carefully collected small fossil fragments scattered at the point where Moby Dick’s bones had broken, and stored them in its special compartment.

Dr. William had no intention of damaging the integrity of the human fossil. Still, he needed a small sample. When he saw that even the finger bones remained intact, he was both astonished and quietly relieved—what he needed was right there. With a short command, he instructed the robot to remove the fossil’s thumb and place it in the secure compartment.

The courageous scientist initiated a specialized scan—an imaging system designed by the same firm that built the robot. Powered by solar energy, the scan could not rival the precision of a full tomography, but it could still reveal critical details: bone density, internal cavities, any voids that might betray decay or manipulation. William examined the images with a geologist and a radiologist at his side. The skull—its bones and sinuses—was almost indistinguishable from a modern human’s. They followed the frontal, sagittal, and horizontal slices in silence. Just as the scan reached the jawline, William said, “Stop.”

“Can you bring the section back to the teeth?”

“The teeth are unremarkable,” the radiologist replied. “Identical to human dentition.”

“No,” William said quietly, with a strange certainty. “There’s something wrong.”

He called their colleague Eneas, a specialist in dental radiology, into the hidden control room. Studying the cross-section images, Eneas spoke with clinical detachment—yet his unease was audible.

“There are three reasons why I believe something is fundamentally off here.”

“First,” he continued, “excavation records show that ancient humans had more teeth than we do today. Fossils have been found with as many as forty teeth instead of thirty-two. Specialists explain it this way: in the past, humans lacked the ability—or the resources—to cook meat or soften hard foods. High-intensity chewing caused the masticatory muscles to develop, which in turn expanded the jaw, allowing for more teeth.”

He tapped on the image, highlighting the neat line of thirty-two.

“And today, some people lack their eighth tooth entirely because modern diets are soft and require less grinding. Muscles weaken, the jaw shrinks, and teeth are lost to evolutionary disuse. So the conclusion is simple: if this fossil is tens of thousands of years old, its dentition should exceed thirty-two. Yet it does not.”

“Second,” he continued, “there is no sign of wear on the teeth. If this creature had used its dentition to grind hard food, there should be clear abrasion—flattening, micro-fractures, erosion. Instead, the cusps and fossae are immaculate, as if they came straight out of those prefabricated dental molds we used in school.

And third—perhaps most important—why is there no pulp chamber in these teeth? In humans, as in most animals, the teeth contain a central cavity filled with a neurovascular bundle. That’s the space removed during a root canal. After an extraction, the chamber collapses slightly, but never fully. Even in a fossil, part of it should remain visible. Here, it simply does not exist.”

Like the other radiologist, Eneas commented on the fossil’s low density and its strange appearance. William leaned forward.

“What do you mean, strange?”

Eneas switched to a cross-sectional image.

“In normal bone, you see radio-opaque trabeculae—whitish structures—interspersed with darker, radio-lucent areas. In fossilized bone, the radio-lucent spaces disappear entirely; the image becomes a uniform light grey-to-white. But in this image, the background is radio-lucent, with countless tiny radio-opaque points scattered through it—like grains of sand.”

William stared, struggling to visualize the concept, until Eneas added:

“Imagine filming a glass of water—what you’d see is a dark, almost black field. Now imagine pouring powdered bone into it. You’d get a dark background dotted with random, pale grey-white specks.”

The young neurosurgeon understood immediately. After a moment of silence, he voiced the thought neither wanted to say aloud:

“So… everything you’re describing could mean one thing.”

“I only gave an analogy,” Eneas replied cautiously.

“No. You described the truth,” William said. “They must have poured ground fossil material over some kind of chemical binder—and shaped it into anatomical pieces.”

Eneas grimaced, then nodded.

“Yes, actually… that would explain everything. The absence of pulp chambers. The uniform perfection of the anatomical forms. They didn’t preserve bones—they manufactured them.”

William glanced back at the images, troubled.

“Could water exposure over time have caused porosity inside the fossil? Even if so, such degradation would occur around the structure, not within it.”

Just then, the sharp chime of a message broke the silence. He glanced at his phone. The report was about radiometric dating. His eyes widened, as if trying to devour every digit before it vanished. He read slowly, obsessively, scanning the numerical data again and again—terrified of misreading a decimal, desperate not to interpret it incorrectly.

Two samples had been analyzed: one from Moby Dick, and one from the creature found inside it. He reread the two sets of results, repeatedly—refusing to trust his own first impressions. No, he wasn’t mistaken.
It was real.

His expression flickered between shock and triumph so chaotically that his colleagues could see the battle inside his face.

“What does it say?” one asked. “What could possibly make you look like that?”

William drew a long, steadying breath.

“According to the analysis,” he began, “Moby Dick is 300,000 years old. But the fossil found in its stomach is 100,000.”

He paused, letting the absurdity hang in the air.

“Yes,” he added, “you heard that correctly. That’s what the report says.”

His colleague scoffed, half laughing, half horrified:

“So Moby Dick dies 300,000 years ago, becomes fossilized over two hundred millennia, at the bottom of the ocean—and then, somehow, a human, monkey, or whatever ‘missing link’ we’re calling it—falls directly into its abdomen and fossilizes inside it? And, of course, it all had to pass through the stone shell around the whale first. Sure. Makes sense.”

Another added, bitterly:

“Who would believe any of this? Monkeys hate water. Even if one fell off a ship, what are the odds it just happened to land inside a decomposed whale? And buoyancy wouldn’t allow that anyway—the body would drift toward shore. And how, exactly, would it pass through a mineralized shell that formed around the whale’s torso over hundreds of thousands of years?”

William didn’t answer. He simply issued a new command. If there was a mistake, he would not be the man who jumped to conclusions. He ordered the submersible to collect two more samples from Moby Dick, and two more from the second fossil. When the second round of results came back, the fraud was undeniable.

One sample from Moby Dick was dated at 300,000 years. Another was dated at 100,000.

There was no geological explanation for that. There was only one answer:

Someone had mixed two different fossils.

William had cracked the case wide open. Somewhere in the world, two ancient fossils had been pulverized into powder—ground down to particles the size of sand. The grains had then been mixed with a specialized binding agent, forming a malleable paste. That paste had been poured into anatomical molds: rib, vertebra, limb.

And then, lowered into the ocean—waiting for discovery.

The earthquake that fractured the massive stone shell had been a gift— a miraculous opportunity to “reveal” a fabricated relic in the most dramatic environment imaginable.This wasn’t science. It was theatre. A meticulously engineered narrative, staged at abyssal depth.

A counterstrike— designed by those who viewed evolution not as a theory, but as a political weapon— to reclaim ideological dominance after DNA evidence had dealt evolution its fatal blow.

Dr. William had carried out every step under the eyes of an impartial committee. Everything was openly documented: video footage, robot logs, radiographic scans, extracted samples, and radiometric dating results. There was nothing left to hide, no veil to pull over the truth.

Before ending his press statement, he left them with one final sentence:

“The fossils are still there. A neutral scientific team can go and examine them. I am ready to offer any support—financial or otherwise.”

The mask had fallen; the truth lay exposed. The executives of Millennium Advanced Technologies, starting with their CEO, vanished without a trace.

Later technical investigations revealed that the virus which severed contact with the second robot had been sent from the cell phone of a scientist on the expedition team. He confessed to the act.

Meticulous inquiries eventually led to the CEO, who was captured—and he told everything.

“Our plan began with the Acheulean tools found in the Great Rift Valley of eastern Africa. The remarkable thing about this region is the discovery of stone tools dating from nearly one million to over two hundred fifty thousand years ago. And yet, for some reason, there were no fossils at all.

When the research team intensified their excavations, they found two fossils—one near the shore, the other deep inside the valley. The first did not attract much attention; it resembled the fossil of a gigantic marine creature, similar to specimens found before. But the second was crucial—though not in the way they had expected.

They had hoped to find a transitional form between human and ape. Yet what they uncovered looked unmistakably human— a straight spine, a large brain cavity, bone structures that echoed modern anatomy. When a second and third similar fossil were discovered in the same area, the team abandoned their expectations altogether.

‘At that moment, someone I still do not know sent word to me,’ he said.
‘They told me money meant nothing—whatever amount I wanted would be given.’

And they wanted me to become the CEO of Millennium Advanced Technologies.”

“They told me the whole story—first, about the fossils discovered in Africa. Then, about the footage from the underwater robot that was sent to investigate the earthquake, the one that captured images of a massive fractured rock formation on the floor of the Indian Ocean.

The paleontologists who found the African fossils were not academics acting in good faith—they were a private group, hired by the head of the Millennium corporation. They informed no one of their discovery.

They laid out their plan before me. It was brutally simple.

The first step was to grind the fossils down, process them with specific chemical compounds, and mold them into whatever form they desired. After that, though difficult, we transported the newly fabricated Moby Dick and ‘transitional’ fossils in secret—using specialized robots—to the underwater cavern. We slipped them through the massive cracks in the rock and dropped them onto the sea floor.

Yes, some of Moby Dick’s ribs broke in the process, and debris scattered everywhere. But we didn’t care. We assumed no one would ever notice such a detail. Who would imagine that fossil molds were manufactured, then lowered kilometers beneath the ocean, using technology no one even suspected existed?

And because we had created these specimens by blending fragments from different fossils, the radiometric dating inevitably produced conflicting results. We never expected anyone else to reach the site with a robot as advanced as ours, retrieve samples, and conduct dating analyses.

As for the robot that first reached the ocean floor—yes, the one whose feed cut out—we bought off the scientist who injected the virus into its software.

My employer instructed me to connect the fossils with the story of Prophet Jonah found in sacred texts, and that is why I delivered my press briefing the way I did. I understood the reason only later. I was paid so much that, at the time, I simply didn’t care.”

He paused, then added the detail he had nearly forgotten.

“The DNA analysis was fake as well. In the lab, we modified chimpanzee DNA—altering nucleotides and genes—to make it resemble human DNA. Then we claimed it had been extracted from the fossil itself. The idea was to discredit the earlier genetic studies that had weakened the theory of evolution.”