It wouldn't take long for them to break through the bridge bulkhead. Ten of us stood with full tactical awareness of the situation, and how bleak the odds were. Two of our men stood braced onto the structural pillars just past the blast door, short range splicers trained forward. The rest of us took up firing positions on the higher platform of the bridges command and control station, using various consoles and pillars as cover. Captain elected to take the doomed position manning the con. We did not have enough weapons to go around as the firefight had already used most of out munitions.

The laser cutters worked relentlessly at the blast door. The heat bearing inside the room like the winds of a desert world. I could feel the droplets of sweat hanging on my brow, my own pulse shaking one free every other moment. The cutters worked from the far sides of the door along its seem in the middle where they connected and sealed the room. We had maybe a minute before they filled the room.

KayLo was to my left, I could hear her whimpers as her wet face pressed against her rifle. She was a scientist, not a soldier. Most of these people weren't soldiers, this wasn't even our war. Captain cleared his throat and tried his best to hide the panic in his voice, "The asteroid belt is only a few thousand meters from our current position. When those doors open I will attempt a high-G maneuver, that should catch them off balance and buy us some time." He turned to face his young crew, "Do not let them onto this bridge. No matter the cost." We clipped our EVA harnesses into place.

The cutting stopped. The silence was unbearable. With a clunk the doors parted horizontally, the exhaust smoke from the cutters pouring into the room. Following the smoke, three round objects slid into the room. At that moment, Captain smashed the accelerator forward and violently twisted the yolk. We barely held on, the clips keeping us from smashing into the walls and ceiling. I gave the order, "Fire!" The splicers got off only a single round when the round objects detonated, vaporizing the two men instantly. The hail of laser fire exited the room in a chaotic array.

Captain jerked the yolk again, taking us deeper into the asteroid belt. The Zelo mother-ship has taken pursuit. However, it was too large to navigate through the field, leaving the troops onboard stranded until they could plot an intercept course. The odds were still not good, a platoon of Zelo troops were still outside the besieged bridge. That's when I noticed it. They haven't returned fire.

I gave the order to hold fire. The seven of us still in firing positions tightened up on Captain. He was the only one who could pilot the ship, the other helm officers were killed when the troops first boarded. Our ammo was now critically low, only a handful of charge-packs left between us. It was silent again.

"Milo," KayLo began to whisper to me, "did we get them?"

"No." I knew they just wanted to wait us out, let our ammo deplete.

"What do we do!" KayLo said frantically.

"We hold the fucking bridge, or we die."

I was never one to reassure. Especially now, there was no point in lying. We all knew our fate. Captain had stayed quiet during this exchange, his focus on navigation. While we would likely be slaughtered here, being killed via a head on collision with an asteroid somehow seemed worse. "Everyone," I started, "stack up on the exit. Kay, stay here with Cap and cover us. When we enter the hallway reseal the door with the emergency bypass."

"Not an option." Captain barked, shattering the eerie quiet, "We will get out of this, I just need to get satellite contact with Solara's moon base. They can send out a patrol squadron to scare off the mother-ship."

"That doesn't take care of the more immediate issue of the fucking army on board, sir."

"We hold the bridge until they can scramble a boarding team."

"Sir, they are trying to dry us out we wont survive another high-G--"

We flew level too long. We should have kept up the G's. Some of the troops had EVA'd out, magnetized to the hull of out ship. They were just coming into view on the corners of the glass in front of Captain. They were placing charges.

"Contact!" screamed Vitro. The blast doors were resealing themselves.

"Admin override, now!"

"We're locked out!" Beemo yelled as he banged his fist onto the nearby console.

The soldiers disappeared from the glass, retreating back to the airlock most likely. We were trapped. We were going to die. I am going to die. Captain sunk in at the helm, the color was completely gone from his face. With an inhuman speed he ripped the pistol from KayLo's hands, placing it to his temple. I was too far away.

We were all standing there. His corpse bent awkwardly against the control console. His splattered remains covering KayLo and myself. I remember when I met the man some ten years ago. He didn't deserve this, not here, not for this war. They never wanted our cargo, we were a science vessel for fucks sake. We were a fucking message to these animals. A smoke signal to ignite a blaze. We were just the cost of doing business.

Everyone else took Captain's way out. I don't blame them. KayLo was inconsolable, death by vacuum was too cruel for her. So I held her as she cried into my armor. I used by utility blade, severing her spinal cord at the base of her skull. She didn't feel a thing. I didn't have the courage to follow the others. I took my seat at the helm and closed my eyes...

There was static for a moment. Then a rumble. The charges still hadn't detonated yet.

"This is the Solara Patrol Squadron, come in KATO-1. We have eliminated the Zelo troops in your hull. The Zelo destroyer has been fended off by the Planetary Navy. Sit tight, we're boarding now."

He always wondered what the purpose of everything was. Drifting through his days as a quiet observer. The life of a Seeker was one of solitude and infinite exploration for the Celestial Council. Eman wondered about each and every sector of the galaxy as the council required. He did his job, lazily seeking worlds that may have sentient life. For what purpose he did not yet know. His father, Elume, was also a Seeker, as was his father before him. Eman used to find joy in this exploration. Now, he simply does his duty until the council retires him.

This world was cataloged by the name of Smaragdus. Eman thought this was an odd name but his job was to seek, not to name. He landed his small starship in a clearing of lush green vegetation. Tall sturdy plants lined the clearing and thrashed in the ship's wake as it landed. His heavy boots crushed the plants as he heaved his way into the jungle, leaving his small encampment to survey the nearby point of interest the ship's computer identified while on entry to the planet's surface. One stood out as anomalous, that would be the first stop.

* * *

Eman traversed the thick jungle for hours, only stopping for water and to collect the occasional sample. He did not need to collect samples but most Seeker’s kept a hobby to keep their minds sharp. The Set of binary suns were beginning to set, the sky becoming a mix of purple and green. Eman emerged from the jungle, entering a short clearing. The edge of a cliff just a few meters past where he now stood. In the distance, deep in a valley between two plain mountains, a massive crater scared the surface. No large pieces of vegetation grew in the crater but Eman could tell it was not a new addition to the planet. Grasses and small ponds littered the inside of the crater. At the center of it all, Eman located the anomaly.

The structure was tall and slim. It stood at least a hundred meters tall, perfectly vertical. The structure was rectangular in shape and was as gray as silica dust. No markers were visible anywhere on its surface. It took Eman another three hours to maneuver down the cliff and into the crater valley. Night had finally taken hold of the planet. The stars cast just enough light to see the surrounding area, completely devoid of any creatures. The night stood silent. Eman would have to make camp next to the monolith. He did not have a flat enough clearing to call the ship to his location and land. His survival pack provided him a small lantern, his rations, and his inflatable sleep pod. Emans mother would often take him camping, pointing out constellations by the fire.

There, you see that star, just next to Sigma Sagittarii? Your father is there now. His mother would often point out star systems where Eman’s father was working, both of them waving at the faint specs of light. He thought of those nights often now. Especially on nights like these, where the sky was perfectly clear. Those memories were sour to him now. Not after what she did. Eman sighed, turning off his lamp, he pressed his eyes and pushed those memories back where they belonged.

* * *

The air was thick with dew in the early hours of the morning. The first of the suns illuminating the valley with a faded magenta light. Eman unzipped his pod and emerged with a yawn, his breath visible and ghostly. He was still hazy and somehow felt less rested than when he arrived. His mind had been clouded with dreams of before, dreams of his father. A breeze stirred up the surrounding flora, the rustling of their leaves the only sound in the valley.

Eman went about setting up his few pieces of equipment. Seismic monitoring, full spectrum electromagnetic analysis, and material analysis would have to be done via the ship. For now, Eman brandished his handheld scanner after setting up a recorder and atmospheric sensors. He meandered over to the structure after about forty minutes of walking around the near perimeter og the crater. The scanner buzzed in his hand as the blue display provided some basic numerical data of the structure. After Eman had confirmed this was indeed a rectangular prism and definitely alien to this planet, he reached his free hand out to touch the monolith's surface.

Y’enute, ckaemo Svlada! D’udu der Ay’umanadis.

The voice came into Emans mind like a violent hail storm. Defining the inside of his mind and causing him to fall to his knees in pain. Eman spent several moments catching his breath, his eyes blurred and hands shaking as he tried to compose himself. When his eyes finally focused, heart setting back, Eman realized it was now dusk. A low hum was growing from the base of the monument now. Slowly, it grew more intense causing Eman to stumble back as if something was pushing him backward. Eman’s eyes grew large as the sky became darker, too fast to be logical. The stars grew so bright he had to put a hand in front of his eyes. The monolith began to lume over him with nothing but the sense of malice behind it. What in god's name is going on. Eman thought, scrambling back to his sleep pod.

Eman gathered his basic kit and ran as fast as he could. Stumbling and bashing his way through the thick forest near the cliff face. Branches sliced at his arms and face, the sound of his heaving breath echoing through the wood.

K’ayuninad… K’ayuninad… K’ayuninad…

The voice found its way back into his mind. Tearing at the inside of his brain like an animal caught in a trap. He continued sprinting through the woods, a clearing making itself known just a few dozen meters in front of him now. When he breached the clearing he let out a scream of primal fear. The monolith was there. There are more? Eman thought, mind aching as the voice continued. He then squinted his eyes, his terror growing even more. His sleep pod was there, the same spot as before along with his smaller instruments.

K’ayuninad… K’ayuninad… K’ayuninad…

The voice was growing fainter, but more prevalent in its tone. It was no longer a horrifyingly frantic screech. The voice was now more feminine in nature. Eman did not understand the words. He left the safety of the treeline and dumped his pack next to the sleep pod as he approached the structure again. The hum was now a low and consistent pulse. The stars returned to their original luminosity.

Em'na xir sa'roym… Em'na xir sa'roym… Em'na xir sa'roym…

The voice was changing somehow. Eman still did not understand. Was the voice changing at all? Eman was now on his knees in front of the monolith. The sweat on his skin glistened in the night. He was spaying back and forth, barely aware of the woman who was peaking at him from behind the structure. Her hair was jet black, blending in almost perfectly with the night sky. She was short, only about a meter and a half tall. Her thin arms connected to tiny frail hands that rested by her side. She was completely nude, her long hair covering her breasts and face. The voice now came from her, “Em'an ir s'roy… Em'an ir s'roy… Em'an ir s'roy…” She repeated as she approached Eman. He knew she was there but he was unable to react, frozen in a trance. She knelt down in front of Eman, he could smell the scent of her skin. It reminded him of something, someone.

* * *

Eman was twelve when it happened. He had just come home from school. His father left for another expedition a day prior. They seemed so happy then. He opened the door to their habitat pod on Epsolus One to see shoes he did not recognize, womens shoes. He heard giggling from his parents room as he followed the trail of garments. He would never forget the look on his mothers face, the horror. The situation was firmly punctuated by a message from the council. Eman’s father had died on that expedition, never knowing his wife's betrayal.

Eman never forgave his mother for what she did. They hadn’t spoken since he left home a decade ago. He hated the fact that she tainted so many of his memories. He hated the fact that he still thought of her, even now. She tried everything to mend things between them. Each attempt falling into a disastrous argument. They would both say things they would come to regret. His mother would still try to reconcile, even though all her communications fell to deaf ears, she still tried. Eman was her only son.

When the council informed Eman that his mother had passed, her wife with her in her final moments, he did not react. He thought he would be more shocked, more upset, anything. He had all her messages saved in the ship's data storage. He never understood why he could not delete them, even though he had tried many times. The day he received word from the council he was on route to some backwater world, likely devoid of life. He sat at the ship's console staring at the display, the most recent message on the main display. The ship read it out to him in its usual cold tone, “Eman, I am sorry. I will always love you. My perfect, my only, my sun.”

* * *

When Eman awoke the woman was gone. The voice was silent and the hum from the monolith had vanished as if it never happened. It was midday now. He was splayed outside his sleeping pod, the morning dew making his clothes damp and cold. Eman was still hazy. Convinced last night was just a dream, he packed his instruments and sleep pod. Heaving his pack, he stared at the structure for a moment. A chill ran down his spine. An almost overwhelming guilt was weighing down on his chest now. Eman let his head drop as he turned to the forest, heading back to the ship. He could see broken branches and disturbed mud a few meters west of him as he entered the forest. Almost as if an animal had come through the treeline during the night.

Eman, I am sorry…

Hey Y'all! Thanks for reading. This is a proof of concept. Just trying to get more writing out there and practice a bit more. A lot of ideas from this I want to implement in my main work The Stellar Man(working title).

Please comment your thoughts I appreciate the feedback!

-Mas

Most mistake him for a shooting star, dashing across the sky of every world as a brilliant streak of light. So bright is he, that for a moment, he is seen as beautiful. Then he turns, his wonderful flight of chance transforming into a decent of purpose, a purpose that is not that of beauty. His purpose is to find worlds seeded with organic life. His purpose is that of the scythe to the fall harvest. Whatever lies in the bosom of lush worlds will gaze upon him as a falling star, set to burn.

Why can't I remember? Has is been that long? It was so dark before. No matter, my name is not important anymore. I am light. I am warmth. I am entropy.

For millennium, the man made of stars shot through the cosmos. Only knowing his one true purpose bestowed upon him by the Seeker. Each world he found was, to him, a stray with a broken leg. His purpose was empathy. He could feel the suffering like like an ice pick being driven through his eye. The pain guiding him to these worlds as an act of mercy... Mercy? His mercy?

I am formless to myself. Nothing but a collection of whims to be set upon these worlds. I am formless but, I can be perceived. I am the comet they see, I am light. If I wish to be Seen, I am a man. I am a man made of light so brilliant and pure that me features are that of chrome. The Seeker gave me this. To the Seeker, I give him life. To life, I give unto thee wafer and cross.

The first worlds to be culled went with a whimper. Begging and pleading turned to rioting rage and anguish. The will of many seeping out to the rest of the cosmos like pools of blood soaking into a fine carpet. The fabric of reality was changing with every bit of light that was extinguished. The Seeker watched this brilliant dance of mass evisceration with glee. His hands danced as if conducting an orchestra.

Oh, how exquisite you are, my stellar man. I am still hungry. Will you bring me my wine and grape?

The Seeker watched each wold being harvest through the eyes of his loyal servant. His hunger never waning. Even when the worlds of the many began to feel the losses. They would send ship and man. They would send weapons of insignificance to what could only be described as an act of God.

Is your God still listening?

Must I keep feeling this pain? Must I got on for eternity to see the final act of entropy? Will his hunger ever wane? Will my light go out once he is satisfied? Another millennia, another world, more life put out with the mashing of his heel? My heel.

This world was lush and green. Emerald seas draped across it like a fine gown on a queen. This was the emerald stone of the constellation Orion. He looked upon it, like all others before, and he could see the trees. He could smell the oceans salty embrace, he bore witness to the giving of life. He felt the pain in the sorrow of their losses as their loved ones succumbed to life itself. He gazed upon if for a time. Longer than he should have. He turned down to it now, taking on the speed of light itself. He could see its molten center humming the song of existence to all those above it. It spun like a ballerina, and hummed with the familiarity and hope of a heart.

He pressed on, through the upper atmosphere that now began to show itself as a crimson dawn to those on the coast. He entered the warm depths of its sea, sending a wave as high as any mountain. That only lasted a moment as the water instantly evaporated, eviscerating every atom of water in the worlds ocean at once. He could hear their screams. He continued on through the crust. Deeper still, until he could feel the warmth of the the core. He slowed for an imperceivable amount of time. To him, it was an eternity, gazing upon the beating heart of it all. He continued inside of it.

I deliver thee, to the Seeker of all things. May this end begin that of what we seek. Let this be the beginning of the end. May this feed... Entropy.

In a flash the world imploded on itself for a moment. Once it reached its limit the Emerald shattered violently, sending itself in every direction with a stunning ball of fire in its center. Then... silence. Heavy, unyielding, silence.

And yet... he is still hungry. How many more... How many MORE!

Until it is done, my star...

Part 1: Ash and Fire

Her name was Eden. A human woman from Azury, the third planet in the Alnitak system. Her planet is part of the Orion Galactic Republic (OGP). OGP is made of the three stars in Orion's Belt, Alnitak being the primary stronghold for the OGP. Eden never knew anything else other than the orange fields of Azury. She often looked up into the sky at night on her parents land and wondered what the other Orion star systems were like.

The Flash came not three days after Eden had finally saved enough currency to travel to Delta in the Mintaka system. Years she worked as a teacher, barely making enough to live, let alone travel the stars like her mother encouraged.

The ocean of stars is something the soul must witness. The last great ocean yet to be explored.

Her mother traveled the stars as part of the Orion Peace Corps after the Great Cataclysm. Now, she stayed on their land, too sick to travel any longer. Her heart begged for the stars again. Eden had taken that wonder for the stars and placed it deep into her heart. For that is where her mother told her she would always be. The Flash occurred on an Orion planet in the Shield sector and could be seen during the daytime on Azury. The feed erupted with warnings, headlines showed casualty numbers, the people with connections there could not fathom what had happened. An entire planet, gone. Billions of people, erased from this reality.

What was this reality?

My soul... where did he put it? My mind is mine? I have become an instrument only to him. I am growing tired of this song. The song of eternity, the song... of Death.

The Teacher had been waiting in the main terminal for interstellar departures. The terminal was large with vaulted steel and aluminum ceilings. Many humans and Uhrs trod or rushed to their specified gates that arched high enough for a shuttle to slip through. Large holographic displays showed inbound and outbound transports for those without implants. The cold gray and ivory colors of it all always gave the Teacher a chill. Eden looked inward the the same way one might when daydreaming. Her internal implant stunned her with the news of the Flash. The pit in her stomach only grew as satellite imagery was being shown of what took place just prior to the Flash.

Is... was... was that a star? A star... colliding with a planet?

It made no sense to Eden. Her heart pounded and she could feel a cool sweat start to take over her pale skin. A notification hit the center of her vision.

Transport to Delta, Mintaka system, will be departing in five minutes. Please have passes ready for the boarding agent.

Eden shook her head as the notification faded from her feed. All she had was a knapsack and a hard case piece of luggage. She hoisted the hard cased container and let out a sigh. Her heart was now just starting to ease to its calmer rhythm. Even if stars were beginning to fall from the sky, what could be done? Life is finite, only an act of God could stop Eden from embarking on her life's dream.

Your God is dead...

My eyes see all. I am simply the organizer of the things yet to come. See it now, the canary in the mine. Your eyes saw my agents work and God, is it grand! Soon you will know your end. Soon you will know him. I see you therefore, he sees you.

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Hey all,Thanks for reading! If you enjoy this idea I will be expanding this along side Void Heart. Been having a lot of fun writing again so if you have an comments or suggestions please let me know!!

-Mas

HAB-1 was put into low Earth orbit at the end of the year 2121. HAB-1 was no different than any other space station, except for its record setting size and ability to generate artificial gravity. The large spire was adorned with two rings called GravityWalk's. (very descriptive name I know.) At full capacity it can house five hundred crew with the ability to serve as a small staging port to the lunar and martian bases. For the most part, HAB-1 was a corporate scientific facility with the main goal of studying exotic materials that can't be studied on Earth. Now though, HAB-1 has become the place where rookie nauts come to learn how to do space shit before moving to the outer rim bases or HAB-2. (Freshly constructed with an even cooler name too!)

HAB-1 is being decommissioned after ten long years of service to NewGen. NewGen is the main space corp. from Earth. They took over the space agency NASA in the late 2100's after a few billionaires lobbied to privatize space (still trying to figure out how one can privatize space but hey, I am just a lowly scientist what do I know.) Like most corporations, NewGen only cares about one thing -- profit. There have been plenty of scandals around work deaths, horrible work conditions leading to death, and poor accommodations for their employees that (you guessed it) led to even more deaths. Fortunately, some politicians on Earth grew a pair when NewGen proposed the HAB station. Having a giant space needle that could fall to Earth with the same force as a nuclear bomb (gravity is awesome) made a few people a little apprehensive about the lack of government oversight of NewGen. That means the HAB is one of the most refined posts of any NewGen gig. Only the best can work here and given its the safest too, there is a lot of competition. Lucky for me though, my mommy works here.

I am sure you are disappointing I am a nepo-baby. To you I say, "go fuck yourself". I still had to go to MIT and Princeton for physics and work at CERN for five years. (That place is such a dump now.) So, I would say I am pretty qualified to do some bullshit material synthesis work on a dying station being put out to pasture. My mother, Erisia, is a doctor. Worked out of Boston most of my youth either At MGH or teaching at Harvard medical school. (We lived in Waltham but we tell everyone we're from Boston.) My mother always pushed for me to use my brain and pursue science. I wanted to be like my father and pursue music. After my first guitar lesson though, I made the executive decision to try science out. I actually ended up liking the world of physics by the time I started applying to colleges, and my mother really liked the fact I somehow got accepted into MIT. She even called her hair dresser to tell him.

My father was always supportive of whatever I wanted to do. Makes me wonder how a free spirit like him got with such a stiff-dick like my mother. (Something tells me a lot of drugs were involved, given the amount of Grateful Dead records my dad had.) Dad died when I was about fifteen. Some idiot kids stole a car from his university's student parking lot one night. Dad had just finished up teaching a night lesson for his classical guitar students. Those assholes didn't even stop. Cops told us the car was torched the next town over. First time ever I saw my mother cry. I had to move into the dorms the next day. They never ended up finding those asshole kids but I have three Phd's now so who's really winning now?

The shuttle up to HAB-1 is... janky as shit to put it mildly. My mother had done this trip half a dozen times but still prayed on liftoff and docking. I may have said a prayer or two myself. Docking went smooth, deck hands guided us to the spire lift in zero-g with impressive efficiency. I bounced off a few walls on the tube to the spire lift. (It was fun being a human pinball). My mother made one swift leap from the shuttle to the lift, looking at me as if she was about to scold me. "Stop acting like a child Zoey" she said through gritted teeth. (That made me shit myself a bit but my face didn't show it -- I think.) We rode the lift to the main GravWalk, about halfway up the almost kilometer long central spire of HAB-1. The lift opened to a long rectangular hallway with ladder rungs on opposite sides. Climbing down(up?) the ladder was a strange feeling as I could feel my body get heavier as we approached the bottom (top?) of the passageway. We both stepped directly onto a platform, being lowered down on essentially a service elevator once we both made contact.

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The bridge of HAB-1 was our first stop after getting deconed getting off the lift. (I can still smell the Neutro-Spray on my jumpsuit and boy does it not smell like "fresh linen".) Captain Bron stood in the center of the bridge with his hands clasped behind his back. His jumpsuit was a little nicer than the main crews adorning a few strips down the side of each shoulder and buttons instead of zippers and Velcro. He turned as the heavy bulkhead doors slid shut behind us. "Ladies, welcome to HAB-1. I am Captain Bron, it is a pleasure to have you both on board as we make our final rotation." My mother reached out to shake his hand first, "It's an honor, sir. I was the first doctor on HAB's first rotation. It is truly sad to see the old girl go."

"Sad indeed." Bron let his head drop for a moment before turning to me, "You must be our new science officer, correct Ms. Smith?"

"Ms. Smith is my mother, please call me Zoey, sir. It's an absolute trip to be here for the first time!" My mother shot a glare at me. Bron just smirked and let out a soft chuck as he shook my hand, "Pleasure to have you aboard, Zoey. Martin over there will show you to your quarters and give you the grand tour. The HAB has seen better days so try to be careful and listen to Martins safety brief like your life depended on it." Bron let slip a devious smirk and then motioned towards Martin who was just behind us, getting up from his display station. As we began to part ways with Captain Bron a massive tremor shook the bridge violently. Display surfaces blinked sporadically and the sound of groaning metal was almost deafening. I almost went to the floor, as well as my mother. Bron somehow stood more steady. He barked over the yelps and sounds of groaning metal, "Status!" A young woman yelled in response, "Green sir, CMP-12665 test just finished. Looks like an aftershock from the labs. Hull is green, life support green. All other systems coming back online now!"

"Good." Bron said, letting out an almost invisible sigh of relief. The groaning subsided slowly as displays began to stop flickering. I steadied myself on a nearby railing, "What the fuck was that!" I yelled.

"That, Ms. Smith, is why we are all here." Bron smirked again. Martin ran over to my mother and I, "This way ladies." He said in a a monotone low voice. My mother and I shared a glance. (Not a glare this time at least.) Bron turned back to the main display, clasping his hands behind his back as we left the bridge.

This is the end of what I will expand into the prologue of Void Heart. This is a very rough draft after not written anything since high school. Please point out any errors and leave your comments/suggestions! I hope to release a draft of parts of this book regularly. (A few times a month hopefully!) Thank you for reading!

-Massimo (the author I guess...)

Design of Doom

The engineer paced back and forth in her home. Her hands felt like they were being pricked with many needles.

She felt dizzy and decided to lay down for a bit on the couch. The lights started to flicker.

‘What now?’ She thought to herself. Had a new set of drones followed her to her home?

She jumped on her feet and rushed to the kitchen. She placed her hand on the table. A scanner read her finger prints.

The table slowly shifted a bit higher from its current spot and started to slide to the right, revealing a passage to the lower level of the house.

She quickly moved down the staircase. She hit the button below the table to close the hidden passage.

‘Time to get down to business.’ She folded her shirt sleeves & clapped her steady hands.

Lights immediately came on as she walked down the corridor. At the end of the small hallway, there was a blue door. She lowered her head by the entrance.

A beam of light scanned her face and then her eyes. She heard the sound of the locks clicking. She pushed the door and walked into a giant underground home lab.

Ah, this was perfect. The monitors were all up and running giving her a view of the whole house from different rooms, & angles.

She gasped when she saw a figure running past the front door. So, they had sent a cyborg this time. Her boss was getting quite desperate.

She shook her head. He could send an army of bots and she would still find a way to defeat them.

Thanks to her newest & advanced creation— she could take her boss out. After all she deserved to be the head of the company. Her boss’ time was up. He was going to have to face her and her design of doom.

‘Baby steps.’ She thought to herself. She would beat him at his own game!

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