CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Professor stood over his wife's body. It must have been a few minutes now. He didn't understand. Stupidly he thought of the snow globe. He thought of her breaking it. Had that caused this? Had he been so angry in that moment that she had died?
Oh God she was dead. How could she be dead. He just stared. She was lifeless. Dead. He could try to revive her, but he knew. She was dead.
Yet he had to be sure. "ROBOT!" he shouted. The robot came in. "Check her, please! She...she seems dead." What an odd way to phrase it.
"I'm afraid she is dead, Professor," said the robot and that was it. The robot wouldn't lie. It couldn't. And it couldn't get things wrong either. If it said she was dead...there was no hope.
He began sobbing. The robot just stood there, emotionless, the same as ever. How he envied it. How he hated it. He lashed out, bashing his fists against the robot's chest. It was a stupid reaction, he knew. There was nothing the robot could have done.
It wans't the robot's fault his wife was dead.
"Leave me," he said at last. "Just...give me some time before calling for help."
"I will be outside if you need me," said the robot. It started to leave, then paused for a moment. "I am sorry for your loss," it said then exited the room. That was strange. Seemed almost to be something against the robot's programming. But...it was learning. Growing. That was part of its programming too. The Professor wondered why he was thinking of any of this when his wife was lying dead in front of him.
"I called you a clumsy cunt!" he said, then started laughing. He sat on the floor. He had his back to her body. He didn't want to look. Didn't want to know.
"Professor," said a voice. A man's voice. An older man. Yet...somewhat familiar. He didn't want to stand up. He didn't want to look to see who it was. He didn't fucking care.
But wait, who could it possibly be? Nobody ever came by this late, and the robot surely wouldn't have let them in without asking him first.
"Professor, I'm sorry, but I don't have much time," the voice repeated. The Professor wondered if it was a dream. He couldn't seem to stand up. That sometimes happened in dreams.
"PROFESSOR, YOU CAN BE WITH HER AGAIN ONE DAY IF YOU DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY," the voice said, louder than ever. It was stranged, he noted, that he couldn't actually tell where the voice was coming from. It was like it was in his head.
"I'm going mad," he said. He finally attempted to stand. He stumbled, nearly tripping. He wondered if he'd trip and fall on his wife's body. But he got up. He opened his eyes properly, wiping away the tears that had dried in them.
Standing in front of him was himself as a much older man.
Strangely the first thing the Professor did was try to punch him. It was not rational, he did not know why he feared this vision, but he did it. His fist passed through his older self like he wans't even there.
"I am going mad then," he said.
"Keep your voice down," said the older self. "You can't let the robot hear. Now listen. I'm you. From the future. This is a hologram being projected by your own eyes. Only you can see it and only you can hear me, in your head. Do not be alarmed. It will all make sense in thirty five years."
"This is not really happening," said the Professor, even though he knew it was. It felt real. It felt so real.
"You need to revive the Squid God," said his older self. "He can bring her back and stop the robots."
"The Squid God isn't real."
"It is. It's so real. Wait, I'll show you." And suddenly he could see something else in his head. Something ancient. Something terrifying. Something powerful.
"I don't understand...stop the robots doing what?"
"Wiping out the human race, of course. But that's not important! What's important is that you can have her back. WE can have her back. You just need to wake the Squid God."
"And how the fuck would I do that?"
"Well," said his Older Self, pausing for a moment. "You'll need some of our wive's blood..."
TO BE CONTINUED
Oh God she was dead. How could she be dead. He just stared. She was lifeless. Dead. He could try to revive her, but he knew. She was dead.
Yet he had to be sure. "ROBOT!" he shouted. The robot came in. "Check her, please! She...she seems dead." What an odd way to phrase it.
"I'm afraid she is dead, Professor," said the robot and that was it. The robot wouldn't lie. It couldn't. And it couldn't get things wrong either. If it said she was dead...there was no hope.
He began sobbing. The robot just stood there, emotionless, the same as ever. How he envied it. How he hated it. He lashed out, bashing his fists against the robot's chest. It was a stupid reaction, he knew. There was nothing the robot could have done.
It wans't the robot's fault his wife was dead.
"Leave me," he said at last. "Just...give me some time before calling for help."
"I will be outside if you need me," said the robot. It started to leave, then paused for a moment. "I am sorry for your loss," it said then exited the room. That was strange. Seemed almost to be something against the robot's programming. But...it was learning. Growing. That was part of its programming too. The Professor wondered why he was thinking of any of this when his wife was lying dead in front of him.
"I called you a clumsy cunt!" he said, then started laughing. He sat on the floor. He had his back to her body. He didn't want to look. Didn't want to know.
"Professor," said a voice. A man's voice. An older man. Yet...somewhat familiar. He didn't want to stand up. He didn't want to look to see who it was. He didn't fucking care.
But wait, who could it possibly be? Nobody ever came by this late, and the robot surely wouldn't have let them in without asking him first.
"Professor, I'm sorry, but I don't have much time," the voice repeated. The Professor wondered if it was a dream. He couldn't seem to stand up. That sometimes happened in dreams.
"PROFESSOR, YOU CAN BE WITH HER AGAIN ONE DAY IF YOU DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY," the voice said, louder than ever. It was stranged, he noted, that he couldn't actually tell where the voice was coming from. It was like it was in his head.
"I'm going mad," he said. He finally attempted to stand. He stumbled, nearly tripping. He wondered if he'd trip and fall on his wife's body. But he got up. He opened his eyes properly, wiping away the tears that had dried in them.
Standing in front of him was himself as a much older man.
Strangely the first thing the Professor did was try to punch him. It was not rational, he did not know why he feared this vision, but he did it. His fist passed through his older self like he wans't even there.
"I am going mad then," he said.
"Keep your voice down," said the older self. "You can't let the robot hear. Now listen. I'm you. From the future. This is a hologram being projected by your own eyes. Only you can see it and only you can hear me, in your head. Do not be alarmed. It will all make sense in thirty five years."
"This is not really happening," said the Professor, even though he knew it was. It felt real. It felt so real.
"You need to revive the Squid God," said his older self. "He can bring her back and stop the robots."
"The Squid God isn't real."
"It is. It's so real. Wait, I'll show you." And suddenly he could see something else in his head. Something ancient. Something terrifying. Something powerful.
"I don't understand...stop the robots doing what?"
"Wiping out the human race, of course. But that's not important! What's important is that you can have her back. WE can have her back. You just need to wake the Squid God."
"And how the fuck would I do that?"
"Well," said his Older Self, pausing for a moment. "You'll need some of our wive's blood..."
TO BE CONTINUED
