Eugene was madly in love with his colleague, Sherry. They were developing a prototype top-secret government teleportation device called 'The Ark,' which could transmit and store objects into ‘energy bottles’ in preparation for an extinction-level asteroid that the public was not made aware of.

Eugene showed Sherry a trinket while they worked in an isolated, deep underground facility.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sherry!"

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"Oh, you shouldn't have Eugene. I mean, you really shouldn't. I'm seeing someone."

"You can see him every day …" Eugene swung the trinket by a chain.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes widened.

"He's in here."

"What did you do, Eugene?"

"The world is ours, Sherry, my love."

"The world?" She gasped.

"Of course, it's all ours now, don't worry, they're stored safely inside. Away from harm."

"Eugene, you idiot! We haven't figured out how to restore their data."

"We're better off …” Eugene shrugged his shoulders, “trust me."