"Now that you're finally awake... mind if you go into the specifics already?" Winston's tone shifted seamlessly, his expression morphing into a deceptive innocence masking his true sadistic tendencies when provoked. His smile, like a polished veneer, belied the darkness lurking beneath.
"I asked you here because I want to show you something," the president replied, his words carrying an air of authority. Winston's eyebrow arched in skepticism, curiosity piqued by the unexpected invitation into TCABU's inner sanctum. His gaze drifted to the colossal machine, a futuristic behemoth resembling a printer, yet hinting at something far more profound.
"A transcriptor, huh?" Winston mused aloud, his smile a facade concealing skepticism. "Are you saying you found something in your transcriptor, Mr. President?" His words danced with a subtle undercurrent of suspicion, probing for the truth behind the facade.
"Is that all? I wasted my time after all, I should just leave while I'm at it..." Winston's frustration simmered beneath the surface, a testament to the precious hours squandered in pursuit of elusive answers.
"It's not just that, Mr. Winston," the president interjected, urgency coloring his tone. Winston's curiosity flared, a genuine interest overshadowing his earlier skepticism. His gaze fell upon the transcriptor, its data revealing a cataclysmic surge a millennium into the future
"Give me a printed copy of the transcribed data," Winston demanded, eyes tracing the erratic patterns etched upon the machine. The surge, a glaring anomaly, beckoned his analytical mind.
"Mr. Winston, I need your pow-" The president's words faltered as Winston silenced him with a gesture, fingers pressing against lips. In that moment, darkness eclipsed Winston's features, a void swallowing the president's courage whole..
"Dare speak another word about my power, and I swear you'll feel the hell I've put you through earlier, permanently." The menace in Winston's tone hung in the air like a tangible specter, casting a chilling pall over the room. In that moment, the president stood at the precipice of Winston's wrath, the consequences of defiance looming ominously on the horizon.
"It was not your invention I speak of, Mr. Winston. I just want you to figure out what's been the cause of the sudden increase in energy in the future," the president pleaded, his voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and apprehension. He closed his eyes, silently praying to evade the wrath of an already incensed Winston Morse.
"You're all this and that about time travel and how it poses its dangers and shit, but when it's about your benefit, all of you grovel at the sight of power... how unbecoming of the TCABU," Winston remarked, his smile betraying a sense of superiority that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy shroud. The mere notion that the TCABU sought his assistance was a testament to his unparalleled brilliance. "But very well... but first, I want you to bury your head in the ground right here and now... and lick the floor, then I shall consider it," he declared, his expression a study in youthful innocence masking the dark currents of his sadistic tendencies.
The president complied without hesitation, his dignity crumbling beneath the weight of Winston's demands. Tears welled in his eyes as he bowed to the demands of a man whose power eclipsed his own, a somber testament to the lengths he would go to ensure the safety of the world.
"Alright, HAHAHAHA! I accept, this is absolutely hilarious," Winston erupted into laughter, his amusement palpable at the sight of a man willing to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of a dying world. Despite the gravity of the situation, Winston's laughter echoed through the room, tinged with a hint of irony at the absurdity of it all. "I'll be using my own transcriptor to prove what this is all about, and I, and only I, will handle it," he declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation as he set forth his terms with a smile that bordered on menacing.
"I should head home... Watt lei, activate the energy displacer," Winston instructed his robotic arm, signaling their departure from the TCABU headquarters using the advanced teleportation device.
"Initializing energy displacer, checking pre-existing coordinates, charging particle de-materializer, sequence complete, scanning energy composition of Winston Morse complete," the robotic arm dutifully responded, executing the preparatory protocols with precision and efficiency.
"Well then, Mr. President," Winston bid farewell, casting a disdainful glance at the pitiful figure still sprawled on the floor. With a final gesture of defiance, he raised a middle finger in a contemptuous salute before his energy dissipated from the room, leaving behind only echoes of his departure.
Upon returning home, Winston found solace in the familiar embrace of his bed, its soft contours inviting him to rest. With a playful exuberance, he greeted the plush mattress, launching himself onto it and cocooning himself in a blanket akin to a sushi roll. However, the call to action beckoned, and he knew that rest would have to wait. Retrieving the printed transcribed data from his multi-dimensional pocket, Winston hastened to his workshop, eager to unravel the mysteries concealed within the energy sequence.
After what seemed like an interminable hour of deciphering the intricate energy curves, clarity finally dawned upon Winston. The translated message revealed a chilling prophecy: "In 3087, a catastrophe will arise, shattering the world in half, leading to the extinction of humanity." The revelation sent a shiver down Winston's spine, his mind grappling with the incomprehensible magnitude of the impending disaster. How could a force rivaling that of a black hole only destroy half the world? Unless... it involved portals.
A spark of realization ignited within Winston's consciousness. The concept of portals had tantalized his imagination for years, a coveted ambition he had longed to fulfill. Now, confronted with the ominous portent of the transcribed data, he resolved that the time had come to act. With a determined resolve, Winston embarked on a journey fueled by equal parts curiosity and necessity, driven by the urgency to avert the cataclysmic fate looming on the horizon.
Winston's gaze lingered on the gun, a sleek revolver adorned with an antique watch nestled delicately on its side. Its polished surface gleamed under the ambient light, casting shadows that danced across the room. With a mixture of nostalgia and determination, Winston spoke to the weapon as if it held the wisdom of ages.
"I guess I'll have to use you again, partner," he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. The gun, of course, remained silent, a silent sentinel of time with no capacity to comprehend the weight of Winston's words. Yet, to Winston, it represented more than just a tool-it was a conduit to the past, a gateway to realms beyond comprehension.
As he traced his fingers along the smooth contours of the revolver, memories flooded Winston's mind like a torrential downpour. He remembered the thrill of adventure, the exhilaration of traversing time itself with nothing but his trusty companion at his side. The laughter, the danger, the triumphs-they all coalesced into a tapestry of experiences that defined his very existence.
A soft chuckle escaped Winston's lips, a fleeting moment of levity amidst the gravity of his mission. The thought of his past exploits brought a sense of warmth to his heart, a reminder of the boundless possibilities that lay ahead. With each click of the revolver's mechanisms, he felt a surge of anticipation, a longing to once again chart uncharted territories and defy the constraints of fate.
Chapter 2: A Transcript From The Future II
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