CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Professor had the same routine every day. He'd be woken by the robot at 6 a.m. At first he'd tried to sleep longer, but the robot would always shock him with its electro fists until he got up. Eventually he'd just given up and started getting up right away. Then the work would begin. He was still trying to complete the time travel communicator. Find a way to send a message back to the robot's past self and doom all of humanity. He had no choice. The robot wouldn't let him die and would torture him until he did what was asked. Besides, the future was already written.
It had been four years since the Squid God had spoken to him. The Professor had pretty much convinced himself that it had been a dream. That's he'd had some kind of psychological break. He'd invented a vision of a squid god to keep him sane. And yet...it was still there. Buried deep in his brain. The sight of the Squid God in its true form. So terrible, so wonderful. How could he have imagined that?
He continued to work on the communicator. It was very complicated. His time viewer had been one thing, but this was almost an entirely seperate technology. The Professor wondered why the robot didn't find someone to at least help him with it. Another slave. He could finish it a lot quicker with another pair of hands. But time didn't matter to the robot. It was going to live forever.
The Professor went to bed at midnight. The robot had determined he only needed six hours of sleep and that's all he'd get every night. He usually got to sleep pretty quickly. He was too tired not to. But there were the odd night, just every now and then, when he'd lie awake. Sometimes he'd even think of his wife. He could still remember her face. Not her voice, just her face. He had to hang on to that. But it was getting harder and harder.
He tried to imagine her. Suddenly he couldn't. His mind was black. He was angry. He tried and tried. But only one image came to him. The image that had haunted him for four years. The Squid God...
"Hello, Professor. I am sorry I had to go away. Taylor Swift made an attempt to destroy me. She was a fool. I wounded her, worse than ever before. She may never be seen in your mortal world again."
"Is this real."
"You know it is. It's the most real thing you'll ever experience in what is left of your life."
"You hurt Taylor Swfit."
"I had to. She wished to end me. I do not think we'll ever be married."
"I was married once."
"Would you like to see your wife again?"
"Yes. YES."
"I could reunite you with her. All souls that have died on Earth live on in me. But I need something for you first. I need you to send a message back in time."
"Just like the robot wants me to..."
"You won't be sending this message to the robot."
"Then to whom?"
"You'll be sending it to yourself, Professor."
The Professor started to laugh.
It had been four years since the Squid God had spoken to him. The Professor had pretty much convinced himself that it had been a dream. That's he'd had some kind of psychological break. He'd invented a vision of a squid god to keep him sane. And yet...it was still there. Buried deep in his brain. The sight of the Squid God in its true form. So terrible, so wonderful. How could he have imagined that?
He continued to work on the communicator. It was very complicated. His time viewer had been one thing, but this was almost an entirely seperate technology. The Professor wondered why the robot didn't find someone to at least help him with it. Another slave. He could finish it a lot quicker with another pair of hands. But time didn't matter to the robot. It was going to live forever.
The Professor went to bed at midnight. The robot had determined he only needed six hours of sleep and that's all he'd get every night. He usually got to sleep pretty quickly. He was too tired not to. But there were the odd night, just every now and then, when he'd lie awake. Sometimes he'd even think of his wife. He could still remember her face. Not her voice, just her face. He had to hang on to that. But it was getting harder and harder.
He tried to imagine her. Suddenly he couldn't. His mind was black. He was angry. He tried and tried. But only one image came to him. The image that had haunted him for four years. The Squid God...
"Hello, Professor. I am sorry I had to go away. Taylor Swift made an attempt to destroy me. She was a fool. I wounded her, worse than ever before. She may never be seen in your mortal world again."
"Is this real."
"You know it is. It's the most real thing you'll ever experience in what is left of your life."
"You hurt Taylor Swfit."
"I had to. She wished to end me. I do not think we'll ever be married."
"I was married once."
"Would you like to see your wife again?"
"Yes. YES."
"I could reunite you with her. All souls that have died on Earth live on in me. But I need something for you first. I need you to send a message back in time."
"Just like the robot wants me to..."
"You won't be sending this message to the robot."
"Then to whom?"
"You'll be sending it to yourself, Professor."
The Professor started to laugh.
