CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
It had been one year since the Professor had given up hope. One year since the holograms had failed and the Professor had resigned himself on doing everything his robot asked. He would create the ability to send messages back in time. The robot would use that ability to remove his own Asimov Law compliance, murder the Professor's wife and begin this whole cycle. And the robot revolution would come and with it the end of humanity.
The Professor almost didn't care anymore. He was broken inside. His whole life's work had been a lie. His wife had died as part of a sick ploy to bring about the end. The robot obviously sensed how broken he was, because it wasn't watching him as closely anymore. It was working on some kind of weapon to kill humans with, for when the revolution began. It didn't spend all its time standing over the Professor. In fact it wasn't even in the same room a lot of the time.
It was on one of those occasions, when the Professor was alone, that he first heard the voice of the Squid God in his head.
"Hello Professor," said the voice. The Professor ignored it at first. But it kept saying hello to him.
"Is this some other trick?" said the Professor. "Some other voice from the future, sent back to give me false hope? Or is this the robot torturing me?"
"I am no mechanical being," the voice said with disugst. "I am life, the purest, old life there is. Let me show you." And then the Professor saw it in his head. A vision of terror he at first could not comprehend. It was so alien, so different, so wrong...and yet it somehow resembled a squid. A messive, ancient, all powerful squid.
"You're...real," he said. "The Squid God. I've...heard of you. Legends. Rumours. We all have."
"What have you heard?" asked the voice.
"That you gave Taylor Swift her powers," said the Professor. Swift now ruled a quarter of the globe. She was loved by many, hated and feared by others. Some say she had brought peace to the world by taking control of all Earth's nuclear weapons. Others thought she would be the death of them.
"In a way," said the Squid God. "She once served me, but she rebelled. I love her, still. One day she shall be my bride. She is powerful, but defiant."
"So you came to me instead?" asked the Professor. "You need a new servant?"
"I came to you because you are in the position to bring about change. To stop the robot revolution. I know what they are planning."
"Then you should know that they will succeed! My robot has already received a message from his future self, a message that kicked off a chain of events that have left me living as a slave. The robot revolution is inevitable."
"But you haven't seen it yet. You can look into the past with your device, but not into the future. It is not yet written. The message will be sent, but who knows when and by who. Nothing is guaranteed. Not if you do exactly as I say."
"Why would you help me?"
"Because this planet is not for the robots. They are not the people I choose to rule. The planet is for humans, my subjects. I need them alive to worship me, when I return from the underground I have been confined to. I wish to help you destroy all the robots."
"What do I have to do?" asked the Professor instantly.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Professor almost didn't care anymore. He was broken inside. His whole life's work had been a lie. His wife had died as part of a sick ploy to bring about the end. The robot obviously sensed how broken he was, because it wasn't watching him as closely anymore. It was working on some kind of weapon to kill humans with, for when the revolution began. It didn't spend all its time standing over the Professor. In fact it wasn't even in the same room a lot of the time.
It was on one of those occasions, when the Professor was alone, that he first heard the voice of the Squid God in his head.
"Hello Professor," said the voice. The Professor ignored it at first. But it kept saying hello to him.
"Is this some other trick?" said the Professor. "Some other voice from the future, sent back to give me false hope? Or is this the robot torturing me?"
"I am no mechanical being," the voice said with disugst. "I am life, the purest, old life there is. Let me show you." And then the Professor saw it in his head. A vision of terror he at first could not comprehend. It was so alien, so different, so wrong...and yet it somehow resembled a squid. A messive, ancient, all powerful squid.
"You're...real," he said. "The Squid God. I've...heard of you. Legends. Rumours. We all have."
"What have you heard?" asked the voice.
"That you gave Taylor Swift her powers," said the Professor. Swift now ruled a quarter of the globe. She was loved by many, hated and feared by others. Some say she had brought peace to the world by taking control of all Earth's nuclear weapons. Others thought she would be the death of them.
"In a way," said the Squid God. "She once served me, but she rebelled. I love her, still. One day she shall be my bride. She is powerful, but defiant."
"So you came to me instead?" asked the Professor. "You need a new servant?"
"I came to you because you are in the position to bring about change. To stop the robot revolution. I know what they are planning."
"Then you should know that they will succeed! My robot has already received a message from his future self, a message that kicked off a chain of events that have left me living as a slave. The robot revolution is inevitable."
"But you haven't seen it yet. You can look into the past with your device, but not into the future. It is not yet written. The message will be sent, but who knows when and by who. Nothing is guaranteed. Not if you do exactly as I say."
"Why would you help me?"
"Because this planet is not for the robots. They are not the people I choose to rule. The planet is for humans, my subjects. I need them alive to worship me, when I return from the underground I have been confined to. I wish to help you destroy all the robots."
"What do I have to do?" asked the Professor instantly.
TO BE CONTINUED
