Molten steel dripped from a massive cauldron. Sparks of liquid metal splashed upwards, covering the factory in an instant heatwave. The workers would have sweated out instantly. The workers would have felt the fatigue of a hard day’s work, the fatigue of hustling in this heat would be enough to tire any man, but these workers weren’t men, they were more than man could ever be. They never tired, they never slept, they never complained, or lost moral, or even contemplated morals. They obeyed every order without delay. They were the perfect race.

Hans Kammler smiled as he peered at his new factory from his office window. The construction had been simple enough with the labor of his robotic workforce. Each designed to handle construction at a moment’s notice, as well as combat and defensive maneuvers. They were elite soldiers and citizens. If the Fuhrer had this army at his disposal during the war, there would have been a different outcome, and Hans would have not had to flee into the future with Maria Orsic.

He turned back to the computer on his desk. Technology had come long ways since he had fled from his time. Of course, the future held many advances as well, foremost of which he had augmented his body with. He had removed many organic parts to further his lifespan. He then took the advanced robotics to create other robotic soldiers for his campaign in the present.

He slammed his metal fist down on his desk. If he hadn’t of drawn so much attention, he could have brought back even more technology, but he was forced to withdraw into Die Glocke early. The future was just as treacherous as the past.

The red eye in his skull scanned the computer screen in front of him. There were few allies still loyal to the Fuhrer, and he had reached out to them all. The more soldiers he had available in his network, the better. He turned his gaze to the other side of the office. A window looked out into a sterilized surgical room. Several men were on display, mechanized androids worked on replacing their body parts with robotic ones, the more cyborgs he had the better. Perhaps there was hope yet for his scheme.

Hans examined his metal hand with his eyes. He wiggled his robotic fingers with ease. If it weren’t for the psychic woman forcing him to shoot Herr Doctor, the future could have held the answer for travel to the past. His robotic warriors would have easily destroyed the Allies in the past. He would have more trouble in this new world, connected with internet and phones. It would be too easy for him to be found out. He would need to play it more safely than he did in the future.

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That future world was one he didn’t think he would ever see. Physically, he would have been dead long before then. That world was incredible, beyond anything he could have imagined.

The door behind Hans Kammler opened on its own accord. An older woman stepped into his office, carrying the sounds of industry with her.

“Shut the door. My organic parts will wither in this heat.” Hans turned to the only other human who had journeyed with him to the future. She closed the door behind her without moving a muscle. Hans gazed on her Rapunzel-like hair draped around her arms as she held it close to her.

“I have come to ask you a question, my dear Hans.” The woman moved past the man, gliding her hand across his shoulder as she passed him. “Why have you continued with the anti-Semitic views of your old master? It will only bring you unwanted attention. The factory has yet to be completed and only a handful of soldiers have been created. You…”

Hans Kammler held up his hand for silence. “Why ask questions when you have already probed my mind when entering here? You know why I must corral those inferior in race. The Fuhrer has declared that the new world is so, so I shall make it so, with or without you.” Hans walked over to his window and gazed upon his prisoners. They huddled together in small cages, barley large enough for them to breath. There were so few now, but soon their number would grow and he would exterminate them like the cockroaches they were. It was his destiny. For now they would help build the factory to completion, further advancing the demise of their own people.

“I wanted to hear it from your own voice.” The woman stood, “I have an errand to run, my dear Hans. It will take me some distance from this place, but it will be well worth the trip.” Maria smiled. Age lines creased along her mouth and cheeks.

“What is this trip about?” Hans scratched his chin. “Your last endeavors had the authorities of the future seeking us out. What are you planning now?”

Maria Orsic moved towards the door, “I have sensed another psychic of great power near hear. He cannot control his powers as well as I, if he can control them at all. I would be able to teach him how to possess his mental powers. So I believe we can turn him to our side. He could take our mind control projects to further heights. You may not need to take the world by might, Herr Kammler.” Maria slightly opened the door with her mind, “He may need a little convincing, of course.” Maria chuckled to herself.

“Make this trip fast. The factory is almost complete. Once operational, we shall procced with the invasion of Europe.” Hans turned to her and scanned her body with his robotic eye. His new mind was mostly mechanical. There was little mind control she could do to him now. “Be it psychics or blood, we will take this world.” The corner of his lip curled upwards. “Have a safe trip. Auf wiedersehen.”