NOTE: This piece of fiction is not a representation of anything in particular. It is a piece of fiction. It is also filler. So, this will go along with the plot, but not what happened in the absent game play.
The destruction of his cruel reality would soon cease in merely a few hours. The curse of his grandfather would bee seen as a miracle and his parents would not be seen as dabblers of a "theoretical" science but as pioneers. Three generations of Liecks brought to shame by bumbling scientists so weak in mind they could not read the greatest work to be devised by man or god. Soon, these scientists who scorned his grandfather's and father's work will be written out of history to always be forgotten and the Liecks name will rise above all.
He stands tall in his office, surrounded by glass and metal. Below him is movement and lights which reflects off the metal roof of the office. This man, Dr. Martin Liecks, stands in the heart of the ULPIM, far underground the fairgrounds. Dr. Liecks looks through his brass goggles through the sweaty water stained glass of his office down at the tubes, wires, cogs, sprockets, pendulums, and other apparatuses which lines the grand underground hall. The lackeys sit in front of many panels on the floor, all wearing white lab coats and wearing large leather gloves. They are making sure each meter does not go above or below a limit. Their hands twitch on knobs. Others slightly nudge levers. There are a few who even get to push a button between slightly turning a knob and then nudging a lever. Martin could trust his lackeys at this stage, but soon he knew the machine would take over.
Martin knew that the machine was watching all of them, and that was the plan. It had been the plan since he found stability in the engine. He had read it in his father's plans. The fools of Ferson and Tubs never realized that the pictures of the barely dressed women, which Martin's father insisted to be put in, had secret messages in them. His father hid a letter instructing them how to find the messages. The wonders which these instructions unfolded were hard to believe at first. But now since Martin has managed to construct the machine, his Angel, he knows not what boundaries of reality it can penetrate.
Martin could feel a smile curl on his lips as he caressed the first published version of the first volume of "Dr. Liecks's Curse" which stands neatly in the office on a podium. A source of light from the ceiling illuminates the book as if it is a gift from the goddess. He pats the book, one of the last memories he had of his father and mother after their unfortunate demise. It is their legacy about to be realized through Martin's Angel.
"Sir," a man knocks on the large metal office door as he enters, "the countdown is starting."
"Good!" Martin swings his body around, the lab coat which he wears furls out from his body. This makes his movements more dramatic. "How long?"
"When it started it was at 12 hours," the man says. "Then after the chronometer reaches 0, we can celebrate. Are you sure that..."
"Oh, yes I am sure that we will make it past the 0 mark." Martin says with a triumphant laugh. "That after the countdown we can all rest as ease. My family's wronged past will be rewritten and you and I can gain the benefits! What was the input and output ratio?"
"1000 Leumer of Input to every 1 Leumer of Output." The man says gravely, but then a black badge attached by a metal clip to the man's lapel makes a crackling noise. The man looks toward his shoulder in the location of the black badge. The black badge is connected to a spiraled wire which connects to a box which is strapped to the man's back.
"This is unit watch A-345 reporting in for the half hour recordings," A garbled voice is produced through the black badge. "The reverse chronograph reads at 11 hours and 30 minutes. Instruments indicate 968 Leumer of Input to 5 Leumer of Output."
"That seems to be on time," Martin muses to himself and he looks at his own chronometer. A few calculations in his own head confirm and he nods.
"This is Dr. Corbin," says the man with the badge on. Dr. Cordin presses a button which is stuck on the side of the badge. The crackling noise stops as he keeps the button held down. "Dr. Liecks reports that is sounds fine. Continue."
"Unit Watch A-345 is signing out." The badge blurts out and then with a click the voice and the static stops.
"Leave me, Dr. Cordin." Dr. Liecks says with a wave of his hand. "I want to watch this machine myself. It has been my life's work to build this machine. I can spot a problem by just watching the machinery. Unlike these men, I do not need the aide of scales, thermometers, or gages to see something happening."
Dr. Cordin nods and leaves from Dr. Liecks sight. Dr. Liecks swings his body and walks toward the wall. He looks up and smiles as he sees the glint of glass in the dark corner. The iris lens through the glass focuses on him, and a small ray of invisible light passes over his smiling face. With the goggles, he can see the light pass over him and the experience makes his skin tingle with delight.
"You know I am here, my Angel. You are much like a babe recognizing your own father." He continues to stare into the lens as if he could hear something talking to him. "They don't realize what you are capable of, and in a few hours as we celebrate, you will show them all."
Dr. Liecks starts to laugh madly.
The destruction of his cruel reality would soon cease in merely a few hours. The curse of his grandfather would bee seen as a miracle and his parents would not be seen as dabblers of a "theoretical" science but as pioneers. Three generations of Liecks brought to shame by bumbling scientists so weak in mind they could not read the greatest work to be devised by man or god. Soon, these scientists who scorned his grandfather's and father's work will be written out of history to always be forgotten and the Liecks name will rise above all.
He stands tall in his office, surrounded by glass and metal. Below him is movement and lights which reflects off the metal roof of the office. This man, Dr. Martin Liecks, stands in the heart of the ULPIM, far underground the fairgrounds. Dr. Liecks looks through his brass goggles through the sweaty water stained glass of his office down at the tubes, wires, cogs, sprockets, pendulums, and other apparatuses which lines the grand underground hall. The lackeys sit in front of many panels on the floor, all wearing white lab coats and wearing large leather gloves. They are making sure each meter does not go above or below a limit. Their hands twitch on knobs. Others slightly nudge levers. There are a few who even get to push a button between slightly turning a knob and then nudging a lever. Martin could trust his lackeys at this stage, but soon he knew the machine would take over.
Martin knew that the machine was watching all of them, and that was the plan. It had been the plan since he found stability in the engine. He had read it in his father's plans. The fools of Ferson and Tubs never realized that the pictures of the barely dressed women, which Martin's father insisted to be put in, had secret messages in them. His father hid a letter instructing them how to find the messages. The wonders which these instructions unfolded were hard to believe at first. But now since Martin has managed to construct the machine, his Angel, he knows not what boundaries of reality it can penetrate.
Martin could feel a smile curl on his lips as he caressed the first published version of the first volume of "Dr. Liecks's Curse" which stands neatly in the office on a podium. A source of light from the ceiling illuminates the book as if it is a gift from the goddess. He pats the book, one of the last memories he had of his father and mother after their unfortunate demise. It is their legacy about to be realized through Martin's Angel.
"Sir," a man knocks on the large metal office door as he enters, "the countdown is starting."
"Good!" Martin swings his body around, the lab coat which he wears furls out from his body. This makes his movements more dramatic. "How long?"
"When it started it was at 12 hours," the man says. "Then after the chronometer reaches 0, we can celebrate. Are you sure that..."
"Oh, yes I am sure that we will make it past the 0 mark." Martin says with a triumphant laugh. "That after the countdown we can all rest as ease. My family's wronged past will be rewritten and you and I can gain the benefits! What was the input and output ratio?"
"1000 Leumer of Input to every 1 Leumer of Output." The man says gravely, but then a black badge attached by a metal clip to the man's lapel makes a crackling noise. The man looks toward his shoulder in the location of the black badge. The black badge is connected to a spiraled wire which connects to a box which is strapped to the man's back.
"This is unit watch A-345 reporting in for the half hour recordings," A garbled voice is produced through the black badge. "The reverse chronograph reads at 11 hours and 30 minutes. Instruments indicate 968 Leumer of Input to 5 Leumer of Output."
"That seems to be on time," Martin muses to himself and he looks at his own chronometer. A few calculations in his own head confirm and he nods.
"This is Dr. Corbin," says the man with the badge on. Dr. Cordin presses a button which is stuck on the side of the badge. The crackling noise stops as he keeps the button held down. "Dr. Liecks reports that is sounds fine. Continue."
"Unit Watch A-345 is signing out." The badge blurts out and then with a click the voice and the static stops.
"Leave me, Dr. Cordin." Dr. Liecks says with a wave of his hand. "I want to watch this machine myself. It has been my life's work to build this machine. I can spot a problem by just watching the machinery. Unlike these men, I do not need the aide of scales, thermometers, or gages to see something happening."
Dr. Cordin nods and leaves from Dr. Liecks sight. Dr. Liecks swings his body and walks toward the wall. He looks up and smiles as he sees the glint of glass in the dark corner. The iris lens through the glass focuses on him, and a small ray of invisible light passes over his smiling face. With the goggles, he can see the light pass over him and the experience makes his skin tingle with delight.
"You know I am here, my Angel. You are much like a babe recognizing your own father." He continues to stare into the lens as if he could hear something talking to him. "They don't realize what you are capable of, and in a few hours as we celebrate, you will show them all."
Dr. Liecks starts to laugh madly.
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