Jackythejack
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A scientist sits alone in a bunker. A hole underground that he managed to make home in, like some rat or cornered animal. He's dozens upon dozens of feet below the ground. The things that separate him from the world are plenty. Twenty inch thick steel platings, dozens of feet of sedimentary rock, a turret system implemented halfway down the stairway, designed to fire at anything that he doesn't specifically say is allowed, and a locked door that weighs several tons. He'd have to reprogram the turrets to not shoot his new test subjects, but that's an easy fix. He already had the coding ready, he just needed to input it into the systems.
The man was currently poking at some food that he had stolen from god knows what universe. His machines had gotten so advanced that he can just take small, inconsequential things from other universes. One of the most inconsequential things he could take was food. The only problem was he didn't know what this stuff was. It dissolved the moment it hit his tongue, and it didn't taste like anything. He knew it was food, but it surely wasn't appetizing.
After a minute of an unsatisfying breakfast he sighed and pushed his plate away from him. It was time, and he knew it was time. He had already picked out the souls in advance. He handpicked them, through a system that was far too complex and based off of gut feelings to explain in a scientific manner. Just taking these souls was defying everything that he was taught about gut feelings, but...he knew this was right. He had to.
"And their families?" The professor muttered to himself as he slowly stood up from his chair. He shook his head as he walked away from his table. What was he talking about? Their families? He could care less about the impact taking their souls could cause. Who knows, if he didn't do this, they may have no families to go back to. He didn't know when this madness, this imposing force of nature, this invading force of power and conquest, was going to stop. It was impossible to determine if they were stopping here...who knows how far they could get...
"I'll make them stop here," the old man muttered as he hurried his step and walked towards a gigantic contraption. A supercomputer connected to many different tubes and chambers. Within them, various bodies stood. They were all makeshift, he made them all out of random body parts he was able to store in his bunker before the world went to hell. For the moment, these were all he had. The fate of the world rests in ten or so people. Sounded impossible, destined for failure, but...there's only so many things he could do.
"Let's get this over with." The scientist muttered as he went to his computer and began tapping keys on the keyboard. He was booting up the systems, booting up the multiversal retrieval system (he was so glad he found the USB outside), and he was selecting what he needed to retrieve. He remembered the coordinates like the back of his hand, and he knew what he needed to do.
>Retrieve the souls
Pressing down on his enter key, Dr. Valentine knew that he just sealed the fate of a dozen souls that resided in the multiverse. A dozen people would be ripped from their homes and put into this dark hell that the scientist was trying to crawl out from. He was trying to save humanity, he had told himself. The ends justify the means. Besides, he can send them home afterwards. It's not a problem, right?
Only a second after the command was sent out to the machine, the entire fabric of reality shook. Everyone in the universe would be able to feel it. Hell, maybe everyone in the multiverse could feel the shaking as small but important parts were ripped from the foundation of this multiverse so that the machine could access who knows how many different worlds. It wasn't the first time that the doctor felt the shaking in his very soul, the fabric of his being feeling like it was going to untangle and disappear into the air itself. The first time he felt this was sixty years ago, the day when humanity was forced underground in bunkers to survive…
This time, it felt wrong. Like the whole universe was protesting his act. Protesting the idea of him playing god, of messing with something that no man of science was supposed to be messing with. It was too late to stop the machine, though. Already, it's metaphorical tendrils were reaching across the multiverse to grab the souls it needed.
Those whose soul was taken by the machine would not know what happened. They'd feel a tug in the very pit of their being. This feeling of being pulled would not last long, as the soul would eventually give, and the poor, unfortunate souls would be ripped from their bodies and flown across the untold chaos between universes and into the one that Dr. Valentine resided in.
There was a loud boom that sounded out in the universe as the souls had reached their destination, this one universe out of the unknown amount that rests within this very multiverse. Dr. Valentine watched as he saw his machine get to work, pumping the very essence of a soul into the containers which held the bodies he had created. The soul would be placed into a new body, a foreign body, to the owner of the soul, and slowly, the souls would awake once more, and come into consciousness.
Those who woke up would see that they were in a completely different area then where they were only a few seconds ago. They were in a dark chamber, restrained by some unknown shackles, unable to move. They could also feel that they were connected to...something. Some strange tubes that were connected to their body, for unknown reasons. Though, what truly mattered was that they were awake, and they were alive, and soon, they will be given their powers.
But for now, there was only confusion and uncertainty for the saviors.
Meta Thread
The man was currently poking at some food that he had stolen from god knows what universe. His machines had gotten so advanced that he can just take small, inconsequential things from other universes. One of the most inconsequential things he could take was food. The only problem was he didn't know what this stuff was. It dissolved the moment it hit his tongue, and it didn't taste like anything. He knew it was food, but it surely wasn't appetizing.
After a minute of an unsatisfying breakfast he sighed and pushed his plate away from him. It was time, and he knew it was time. He had already picked out the souls in advance. He handpicked them, through a system that was far too complex and based off of gut feelings to explain in a scientific manner. Just taking these souls was defying everything that he was taught about gut feelings, but...he knew this was right. He had to.
"And their families?" The professor muttered to himself as he slowly stood up from his chair. He shook his head as he walked away from his table. What was he talking about? Their families? He could care less about the impact taking their souls could cause. Who knows, if he didn't do this, they may have no families to go back to. He didn't know when this madness, this imposing force of nature, this invading force of power and conquest, was going to stop. It was impossible to determine if they were stopping here...who knows how far they could get...
"I'll make them stop here," the old man muttered as he hurried his step and walked towards a gigantic contraption. A supercomputer connected to many different tubes and chambers. Within them, various bodies stood. They were all makeshift, he made them all out of random body parts he was able to store in his bunker before the world went to hell. For the moment, these were all he had. The fate of the world rests in ten or so people. Sounded impossible, destined for failure, but...there's only so many things he could do.
"Let's get this over with." The scientist muttered as he went to his computer and began tapping keys on the keyboard. He was booting up the systems, booting up the multiversal retrieval system (he was so glad he found the USB outside), and he was selecting what he needed to retrieve. He remembered the coordinates like the back of his hand, and he knew what he needed to do.
>Retrieve the souls
Pressing down on his enter key, Dr. Valentine knew that he just sealed the fate of a dozen souls that resided in the multiverse. A dozen people would be ripped from their homes and put into this dark hell that the scientist was trying to crawl out from. He was trying to save humanity, he had told himself. The ends justify the means. Besides, he can send them home afterwards. It's not a problem, right?
Only a second after the command was sent out to the machine, the entire fabric of reality shook. Everyone in the universe would be able to feel it. Hell, maybe everyone in the multiverse could feel the shaking as small but important parts were ripped from the foundation of this multiverse so that the machine could access who knows how many different worlds. It wasn't the first time that the doctor felt the shaking in his very soul, the fabric of his being feeling like it was going to untangle and disappear into the air itself. The first time he felt this was sixty years ago, the day when humanity was forced underground in bunkers to survive…
This time, it felt wrong. Like the whole universe was protesting his act. Protesting the idea of him playing god, of messing with something that no man of science was supposed to be messing with. It was too late to stop the machine, though. Already, it's metaphorical tendrils were reaching across the multiverse to grab the souls it needed.
Those whose soul was taken by the machine would not know what happened. They'd feel a tug in the very pit of their being. This feeling of being pulled would not last long, as the soul would eventually give, and the poor, unfortunate souls would be ripped from their bodies and flown across the untold chaos between universes and into the one that Dr. Valentine resided in.
There was a loud boom that sounded out in the universe as the souls had reached their destination, this one universe out of the unknown amount that rests within this very multiverse. Dr. Valentine watched as he saw his machine get to work, pumping the very essence of a soul into the containers which held the bodies he had created. The soul would be placed into a new body, a foreign body, to the owner of the soul, and slowly, the souls would awake once more, and come into consciousness.
Those who woke up would see that they were in a completely different area then where they were only a few seconds ago. They were in a dark chamber, restrained by some unknown shackles, unable to move. They could also feel that they were connected to...something. Some strange tubes that were connected to their body, for unknown reasons. Though, what truly mattered was that they were awake, and they were alive, and soon, they will be given their powers.
But for now, there was only confusion and uncertainty for the saviors.
Meta Thread
