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Straight from 2016 for the most part, planning on actually updating soon.
         

"Willkommen in der Maschine"


Prologue


Berlin, Germany

April 23, 2017

The Psi Epsilon Incorporated Center of Robotic Design and Industry

The accounting of the live interview of Dr. Hans Irving, age 45.


The lights on the stage were as beacons, almost blinding from this angle. I had been standing on the side of the stage, out of view of any of the audience, waiting for the interviewer to do his speal about how my research was "controversial" and as such, mentioning how my research may be controversial but has resulted in a revolution to my company and many others.
"And now I must introduce you to Dr. Irving, the man behind what may change the world for the better. Welcome, Doctor."
I saw the interviewer lift his hand, as to present the wall I was behind. That was my cue. After a slight hesitation, I stepped out from behind the wall that had been obscuring the view of me from the audience, waving to the crowd. They were in an uproar, be it in praise or jeers. Finding my seat across from the interviewer, I took it up and sat down, the seat itself feeling plush and rough at the same time. Sure I found something groundbreaking, but could we get better chairs for someone like me? I wasn't exactly sure if I should start this moment off with comedy or something insightful. The interviewer, after clapping, clasps his hands together, speaking in a rather dry, dull voice. "So, Dr. Irving, could you possibly explain what you found to the crowd? Because I'm sure some people may not know of what you discovered."
"Well," I replied, repositioning myself in the chair. "What I 'discovered' was something phenomenal, and as said, has brought a change to how we view this world's technology, and how we will view the technology of our kin, and then their kin."
The researcher tilted his head, seeming to be rather unimpressed by my whole speech about it, so he decided to ask,
"And what was it that you found? Sure it was a revolution, but what was or is it? I implore you, Dr. Irving, our audience is almost begging to know."
At this point, I choked up. My throat was dry, I couldn't say what it was. I didn't want to mention what I found. So, I did my best at the time to actively avoid the question until the researcher got me into a corner. After a minute or two of an awkward silence, I finally spoke up through my parched throat.
"W-Well, uh. What I found was.... Was something that is very hard to explain, but I will try. Imagine a dynamo, will you? Something that keeps going on and doesn't need energy, and just keeps and keeps going. Now, take that dynamo, and put it into a car, or even a robot. These things don't run out of power, they produce their own power. And these dynamos, we are using to make our new 'Biomatons', of which are, well... Robots that are composed of both mechanical equipment and a biomass, almost synthetic flesh material."
The interviewer was soaking this all up, writing furiously on his clipboard. At his pace, I was surprised the pencil didn't start on fire or become a mess of splinters. He asked, "Now, what do these 'Biomatons', as you call them, are better than more conventional robots that, for example, would aid the elderly?"
I cleared my throat, trying to stay as formal as possible.
"Now, this is where the 'controversial' part comes in, as you said. Sure the robots are bringing new things to the table but, what they do is... almost endless. The military has given Psi Epsilon almost millions in Euros to our company, so we have made a few models that could be used in warfare that are nearly indestructible. Also, we have Biomatons that could possibly do a task that us humans cannot. For example, collecting samples from an extreme environment, as in the depths of the ocean to Mt. Everest. That's how versatile they are. The Biomatons themselves as a concept are not the same design, no. I have a whole drafting station for making designs, putting them together, and seeing if they work. Psi Epsilon Incorporated has been testing these Biomatons for not too long exactly. The controversy stems from the fact they may replace workers, but I assure you, they should open more jobs. Also, more controversy spawned from the fact that Psi Epsilon wasn't made as a company for stuff like robotics, more for general technology such as GPS's."
"And how did you invent such a thing, Dr. Irving?"
I froze up. My eyes widened. A feeling of both hot and cold shoot through my body.
"Well, that's quite a question..."
I proceeded to wipe a drop of sweat off my forehead, almost shaking in my seat as I said.
"I didn't invent it. The only thing I invented was the Biomatons, but that's what I'm not here
for."
The crowd's idle chatter stopped completely. The whole area was almost a ghost town with how quiet it was. The interviewer was shaking in his boots by this point, hoping that this question didn't somehow seem "too unprofessional". He finally spoke up through the deafeningly silent room.
"Ahem, uh. Dr. Irving, how did you get your hands on a 'thing' like this as you say then? It would quite preposterous to say that you... you stole the research or a design of one of these?"
I replied rather quickly.
"I didn't steal it. I found it. Yes, I, Hans Irving, found the dynamo that we used on the Biomatons just due South of here on a research expedition, since we were developing charter technology. I... I found it in a crater, about a yard down, maybe two yards around, from my estimate. It was a normal looking orb, could've been possibly mistaken for a children's toy, blue in color, glowing as if it was some type of light, but no batteries or a source of power were found near it. My team wasn't sure if it was some odd bioluminescent fungus, but it was too... too perfectly round to even believe this thing could've been made by man or nature. It was almost otherworldly. Otherworldly in the fact that when we took it back to the labs at Psi Epsilon, we attempted to break the thing with a hammer, which didn't seem like a good decision at the time, but paid out. The hammer didn't break it, no, nor did it even hit it. There was some type of field, a force field at that, seeming to protect it. We don't exactly know what's inside, we just know that if put into the right receptacle, this could be used for almost endless energy. The orbs didn't seem to even have a proper texture to them, completely smooth, it was... interesting to say the least. The main draw from all this is that the energy that they produce cannot be stored for some reason, so don't expect to see any batteries produced by these things."
At this point, both the interviewer and the entire audience were amazed, even the men manning the cameras seemed to be astounded as well. The interviewer, coming out of some trance of thought managed to ask,
"Well, how would this thing be used if it was in only one of the thi--.. Biomatons, you mentioned only one, Doctor."
"That's the thing. After looking around we found more of the dynamos in varying sizes. Of which, still turned out the same energy that the larger ones did. They were found in a, now quarantined, part of wooded area a tad far South of us. Telling the exact location is confidential, as probably gathered, but it was just a forest of all places. The Zone, we call it. All in varying sizes of craters to accommodate their size. It's... spectacular, honestly. To think of a thing of this important to be found in some desolate area."
The interviewer, not even bothering to write stuff down at this point, sat up a bit to give him a more formal look. He let the crowd converse for a bit before asking yet another question.
"Now, do you exactly have a name for these things? And, do you have any ideas on where they even came from, at that? Sure, they were found in a forest or something, but where did they come from?"
"Well, that's a great question, both of them that is. There's no 'scientific' name per se, because we don't know what they exactly are. And where they came from, oh what a question..."
I clasped my hands together and crossed my legs, trying to keep the most professional stature I can muster.
"If anything, and don't call me far fetched here, but I honestly believe they could be from, well, outer space. My question on that statement is why a forest south of Berlin? This isn't some science fiction, no, I'm not saying an alien race sent them to us, they could've, but we don't have enough evidence to say so. What I believe they are, or possibly could be, is some type of radiant stone. Instead of radiating heat, it radiates energy, of which can be used in our Biomatons. These orbs could even be stars, for all we know. They aren't cool or warm to the touch. They don't even seem harmful to humans or animals, anything to the like. They are just orbs that can be used to power things indefinitely, or atleast it seems that way. And so, we used said orbs to power inventions and other types of mechanical operations. These dynamos are sought after I tell you, as you can probably gather. People want energy, that's us as humans. We strive for fossil fuels, we resort to more natural based things, for example wind and solar power. These orbs change that. Germany as a country, Europe as a collective, no, the world as a collective can use the this seemingly useless orb to better this world. Psi Epsilon Incorporated will count on it."
The crowd was once again in an uproar, all thoughts of the dubious way of finding these exceedingly peculiar objects were purged in favor of cheer. I stood up, shook hands with the interviewer, and waved audience, my eyes being barraged by a flurry of camera flashes. I took my leave, walking to the same area where I first walked onto this stage. The area I walked right into was the back of the set, the top of a door adorned with a sign with red letters that said "EXIT" with the exit word being atop of the word "AUSGANG". I pushed this door open, rummaged through my pockets for the keys to my car, and felt through the darkness for the door with my only guide being the reflection of a street light on my car and the soft sound of rain hitting the hood of the car. After a bit of fiddling around with the door I managed to pop it open, hop in, and slam it behind me. I kept a grin on my face, thinking back to how wonderfully I made everything sound in that interview. I was hoping to get home to only open the door to have my son, Frederick, run up to me and give me a hug and a compliment. This whole situation seemed amazing, but it all went downhill from here. Frederick wasn't even watching TV, he'd be in bed for a while now. The TV was on some static, so I decided to turn it off, sighing as I pressed the button. I didn't want to exactly bother him, so I just simply opened by bedroom door, changed into my nightwear, and went to bed, not even thinking of what would happen. It seemed like a dream, surreal even, but this dream would twist and construe itself into a nightmare. What I created, the many, many things I created would bring the world into a threat to us human beings. A threat left untreated as a wound, would fester into something much, much worse. It was only time until.

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