Humanity is a species that either through poop slinging evolution, alien anal probing, divine intervention of many kinds, or even a weird combination of all them, had grown to the level of world dominance that is still to this day expanding. It’s a very strange phenomena as nothing in their natural toolkit warrants their talent for this level of growth. Examples: Skin naturally burns in sunlight, digestion is weaker than most species, susceptible to many diseases, easily dominated in strength by animals, senses are greatly dulled, and animals triumph them in speed. In general, they seem like a poor excuse of a species that can grow to the level of world domination. Even if we account their intelligence; we get a small selection of notable humans that innovated to drag the asses of pretty much the rest forwards. Then we get those that seem to drag them backwards.
“….rth to the ‘great’ philosopher!”(???)
“Huh? Did you say something?” (???)
“Jeeze, I swear that every day you get closer and closer to one day just ending up trapped in your mind. You’re lucky that the boss likes the way you work, or you would have been out of a job from all the lazing around you do.” (???)
“I’m sorry Amir, but sometimes I just question the way the world works…and it all seems so…fascinating. A lot of things don’t make a lot of sense, and even the things that do, don’t either.” (???)
“What’s our ‘great’ philosopher thinking about today?” (Amir)
“The survival of mankind.” (???)
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there Alex. Can you explain it in a deeper level instead of giving me an ominous type of line that a 2nd rate superhero would say?” (Amir)
“Well I’ve just been thinking that with everything that mankind was equipped with, it had no solid way of actually surviving. Even if they went through evolution, anal probing, and Zeus juice…it just seems impossible for them to survive this long.” (Alex)
Noise of plastic wheels were heard as Amir slowly turned in his computer chair to get a better look at Alex. He carried a look of disbelief, confusion, and acceptance. Amir would try to start talking but would quickly stammer with his words before closing his mouth in silence. He finally lowered his face into his hands. After a couple of minutes, he finally raised his head back and gave his reply.
“I don’t know where to begin, but I’ll start with anal probing.” (Amir)
“I don’t know if I’m ready for such a lifestyle change in my life Amir, I think we should wait until our feelings are more aligned and connected.” (Alex)
“Stop being an idiot and tell me what you meant about anal probing in your explanation! Please also explain ‘Zeus Juice’!” exclaimed Amir in a look of anger.
“Oh! I thought you meant…anyways, I meant in as in the theory of aliens guiding the growth of mankind, and Zeus Juice as the divine intervention of gods or God messing around with humanity. Such as Zeus gracing female and male kind with his presence.” (Alex)
“I guess I can understand where you’re getting at. We do seem like an ill-fitting species to survive this long after some thinking…next time give a less ambiguous answer, so I don’t get lost halfway in the conversation.” (Amir)
After Amir finished talking, he looked back to his screen,and gazed intensely for few seconds. Realizing something, he jumped out of his seat and turned towards Alex while raising his hand and pointing.
“You idiot! I’ve almost forgot that we need to turn in these design plans to the engineers, so they can get building the metal and electrical systems framework for The Energy Machine prototype.” (Amir)
“Hehe, I’ve already turned in the electrical system designs and configuration before I got pondering! Who’s the idiot now?!?!” Alex replied with a smug look.
“I sometimes hate you, you know that?” (Amir)
“You don’t really think that, after all we make each other’s lives interesting in this research base. Plus, your devilish Arabic looks wouldn’t be as great if I wasn’t the contrast with my above average Mexican beauty.” Alex posed with conviction.
Amir returned to his seat and swiveled towards his computer. After some skillful manipulation that only Warcraft and Dota professionals could carry out with their hands, a sigh was left out.
“Well there we go; the metal framework designs have been sent. All that’s left is for the science teams, and other engineers to double over and approve our designs. Once that’s done, maybe we can deal with ‘the survival of mankind’ as you said. Hopefully with the program done, the energy needs of mankind will be met, and destruction of the planet will lessen.” (Amir)
“Since we’re done. I’m going to go eat and take a nap. The boss has been over-working us like mules.” (Alex)
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“Who’s been over-working you like mules?” (???)
Alex turned around in surprise and stammered out an explanation.
“No-nothing sir! Amir and I just said we’re going to go eat ass and rest up for the big day tomorrow!” (Alex)
“Is this what they call a master glib mouth?” Amir whispered behind Alex.
“I don’t really mind your lifestyles but be sure to report early tomorrow as the test run will commence. Both our master mechanical engineer, and master electrical engineer will be needed at the test site. Continue on, I’ll be leaving now.” (???)
After (???) left, Amir gave his well practice look of pity to Alex.
“Nice moves bro. Great way to tell President Eastwood that we will be eating ass together. It’s only a matter of time before the words make rounds in the complex and it turns into some gay fantasy between us. It’s bad enough that the women in the lab have questioning looks with how much I hang around with you, but now it will just be looks of pity” Amir had a look as if resigning to his fate.
“Well it already happened so let’s just go eat and sleep.” (Alex)
“Fine, but you need to pay for my food.” (Amir)
“So, it’s a date?!?!” (Alex)
“Can we please just go eat?” (Amir)
“Sure thing desert prince of my dreams.” (Alex)
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The following day, the duo woke up and did their daily necessities before heading to the testing site. At the testing site, they helped around by supervising work, heavy-lifting parts, and doing some final touches on T.E.M. At one point during the construction time a group of well dressed women and men arrived at the office of President Eastwood. The office was one of elegance, simplicity, and practicality. It however, still carried tinges of life from Eastwood as there was portraits, awards, and dog food. Yes, dog food. On Eastwood’s lap there was a very well-known breed of canine that his family had been raising for decades; a corgi. While odd that the president of such a major research base came from corgi breeders, it wasn’t impossible as many talents appear like weeds in the low-strung places of society.
The men and women that came into his office were those that had funded the tools for the research into an alternative energy source that’s safer, more accessible, and environmentally friendly. All the people assembled here were those that had more money than they could probably wipe their asses with or as quoted by one of them “easily burn to keep warm the whole winter”, real tycoons. Their presence here was more of an entertainment for them than actual worry for results. Even if an explosion were to happen, they would still leave with a smile.
“I’m glad to see all of you here today. As all of you know, we will be turning the machine on for a test run that will bring energy from a different dimension to ours.” (Eastwood)
“Glad to hear that Eastwood, but what are benefits of your base’s research? My Chu clan wishes to know as we did pump ample funds into this little venture of yours.” (Mr. Chu)
“Well to address that question Mr. Chu, we need to start from the beginning. My initial team was able to use a small model of this larger machine to bring 1 energy note of this new energy through a small dimensional hole. Through some testing, we found out that this 1 energy note was able to produce the equivalent of 100 Watts of electrical power. It also didn’t leave any residue like conventional coal-power, chemical power, and biomass power. Additionally, it didn’t require cumbersome space like solar farms, wind farms, and dams. If our machine was the size of those, it would be able to power the state of Texas alone and still have enough energy left over for a smaller state.” (Eastwood)
Of course, Eastwood failed to mention the side-effects that would happen to organic matter if it met this new energy. The side-effects weren’t negative in the average person’s view as it accelerated plant growth, healed minor injuries, and made the body a little more resistant. These effects were amazing, but not that great as they were relatively minor and didn’t go past just that. Healing a paper cut wasn’t miracilous enough to have these tycoons hollering, nor would never fearing a paper cut make them beg.
“That seems a little too good to be true Eastwood, are you sure you’re not hiding anything from us?” said a woman with an engraving of a rose on her hat.
“No no, don’t think of me as a scheming old man Mrs. Rose. I’m just a researcher that wishes to advance humanity by triumphing over energy means, and hopefully using this energy to start exploring space. My passion has always been in the stars after all.” (Eastwood)
“Oh? So you did have a hidden motive you relic. Seems like I need to keep a guard against you” teased a young teenager with the latest fashion.
“Stop teasing these old bones Altair. Everyone has their own motives, just like how you keep chasing after a certain ‘whom’ who hasn’t noticed yet.” (Eastwood)
“Y-y-you don’t have the right to mention those matters” replied Altair with a blushing face.
The woman in question was meanwhile, looking at the construction of the machine with a look of interest and pondering. Wondering how she could steal the plans so that she could use them to power her home that was a living energy sink. Do I need to even steal them since I’m an investor? Can’t I just have them build one next to my home? Wait, wouldn’t that ruin the aesthetic of the area, etc. Many thoughts like these ran through her mind.
The final man in the room who had just been passively existing finally decided to throw his two cents into the conversation.
“When will global production start? What markets will it hit first? It’s not like you won’t get approval as each of us here carry our own weight in any country, a few words will fix most problems.” (???)
“Eh, I’m not so keen in those matters. Truthfully, I would think of it leaving it to you Mr. Cleo as you seem to be more well versed into this type of area. My only opinion would be to start in the poorer areas of the world as those are at the bottom of society, and lack even the basic systems that most places have.” (Eastwood)
“I didn’t take you for a sympathizer type of guy. I’ll take your offer if no one else disapproves…” (Mr. Cleo)
“Just think of it as a gift to my dead wife. She did come from the poorest area of Africa.” (Eastwood)
After that sentence many gave their nod and approval after an internal vote which consisted of them first getting the technology before sharing it with the world. It wasn’t a very large request as the people they could hire with their money could have it completed within two weeks.
“Ah, we all forgot that T.E.M hasn’t even been tested. Let’s all sit around and watch the test run.” (Eastwood)
After that, everyone sat in the various couches around the room that had a gaze towards the machine. They did engage in minor conversations among themselves on current world matters, items they had bought, and which food was their favorite.
A bell ran through base signaling the commencement of the test run…