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Well, it was just a normal sunny day in Tasmania, September 2088.
Sector #772, Tasmanian Facilities, Tasmania, Singaporean Federation
“Hey there, #95221,” #92134, the person just coming into the lab through the alloyed security door, greeted the other one with passion and friendliness. Such method of greeting a colleague would be rare these days, at least in Singapore and its territories. Both of the two were Singaporean scientists; in fact, they were professional units, Level Yi transhumans, men who would have their abilities further than imagined with the power of mechanical additions to their fragile bodies. They were to operate one of the most powerful machines utilized by man: the Ender Universal Teleportation System. Gifted to Man by the humble, honest yet gullible Endermen, a stray species whose homeworld was destroyed and seek for a civilization in which they could cooperate with, the machine operated through a simple theory of carrying particles through the dark energy flows in the universe, with the matter delivered into the dark energy by Ender energy, an energy generated by Endermen and their technology.
However the tech was not at all perfect; it could cause problems, as the ender energy used to send the matter into particles flowing in the dark energy could cause resonance of some kind. This resonance if out of control would cause violent distortions on not only the two sides where matter is being teleported between, but also random locations depending on the dark energy flow. It may also go wrong if another Ender teleportation sequence is ongoing. If the resonance is too powerful, it generates a rift in space-time, tearing a big hole and also generating lots of Ender energy around areas effected. Distortion becomes so violent, it could send worlds to chaos and even snatch chunks of a planet out. A simple mistake can result in such catastrophes; due to this, the operators of the teleporters of all the nations around the world were required to be more than extra careful. A transhuman fitted with the computers used to assist a creeper would do better than that.
Back to the lab, this extremely precise process was under the supervision of the two transhumans in the room, every second. Everything was going just fine.
“Targeted selected objective.”#92134 confirmed the controls, like a robot.
“Prepare to start teleportation sequence.”#95221 replied, and pulled the lever.
On the screen, a big, fat, green creature, walking slowly on four legs and stretching out its neck to the great big trees, was about to start its meal. It was a sort of dinosaur, resembling an Brontosaurus but with a bigger head. From previous research, it was presumed to be evolved from lizard-like beings in the same way the Terran dinosaurs did.
“Energy concentration completed.” The message went, noting the two that the Ender energy concentration is enough to teleport the object. It had a funny Malay accent, which entertained the two. Other screens in the lab begin to display comparatively different scenes. One displayed the Ender Energy concentration around the object; another was displaying Dark Energy flow routes, and another was displaying calculated possible resonance.
“Quick start the teleportation lah.” #95221 was a bit annoyed by the long process. With his aweful Singlish not removed by his transhuman systems (but instead incorporated as everyday language elements) he slapped the option on the screen to immediately “lift” (or by technical terms, “streamify”) the dinosaur into existence as particles that flow around the universe at superluminal speeds through the abundance of dark energy which was also constantly changing.
Normally a result would be expected in a second. Or two. But this time it wasn’t. Resonance levels and other stats on the screen went abnormal. The numbers skyrocketed with the digits flipping as fast as a speeding greyhound and increased in levels. Soon, an alarm sound was played, alerting all facility personnel of the aberration.
“What is happening?” another Transhuman scientist, #92651, sprinted into the room and started checking everything.
“It turns out…..another Ender energy surge happened to interrupt the process, and now levels of instability are extremely high.”
“How do we deal with that?”
“Terminate the process.”
But it was too late. The energy surge caused serious levels of disruption. The dinosaur, first, was teleported onto another planet, shocking the hunter-gatherer locals. Then, the Ender Crystals operating on the Ender space station Kevarak started to overflow.
“The s***! Everything is going wrong! And the heck? The resonance is going up!”
Alert level was raised to No. 1. The awful Singlish voice in the louspeakers kept reminding all the scientists in panic around the facility.
Finally it broke.
“F***!” the scientists had a strong desire for profanity as they saw a great purple ball coming out of the Ender station, in which they knew they had messed up the entire thing, but soon laws of physics were completely revoked and the vibrations could not travel through air.
It was no use describing this from a person within the range of effect’s view; instead, in outer space, the Ender station was severely damaged after the Crystal exploded due to energy overflow, and everything went wrong. A gigantic hole in space-time, tearing through the boundaries of universes and causing a quite large disorder in the multiverse.
One of the biggest disasters ever.
The results were far more severe than having the entire Gould Belt being defied of physics for a few Earth hours; and maybe some supernovae happened in the process; the greatest danger was that harmony between universes can be disrupted severely.
That happened immediately, as it turned clear that a few other realities’ regions were defied of laws of physics.
Something was going wrong; streamified particles in masses were being attracted towards the Ender crystal which exploded. The particles were in masses. From other realities. Like surfing people on waves they ventured at great speeds; yet they were being dragged towards the dark mass where the explosion happened.
Hours later
By the time Time and Space fixed itself, which we do not know how it was done, there was no more disruption in space-time and no more rifts. The scientists went into temporary stasis after being warped into spaghetti and restored as original size.
When they tried to open up the satellite map, the signals didn’t restore well, and it was for a long time a dark screen.
Suddenly, blurry images of the world appeared in the static.
“It’s restoring!” But #92134 was far more concerned. As he saw not only the original continents, but there was a yellowish blob south of Australia on the map, only to disappear again in the static. When the images were recovered again for a few seconds, he saw a large green mass near what he assumed to be South America. There was also something wrong in the Pacific.
Was there some new landmass teleported to Earth in the chaos, as he is worrying about, or is it just hallucinations and illusions?
Raven Rock Ancient Temple, Raven Rock, Solstheim.
1/31/2084.
Priest Indoril Neloth.
I walked inside the beautiful, stone temple. They may not know it, but it was said to be made of bone. Like the ancient Dunmer of Solstheim armored by the bones of ancient creatures, battling the Ash. I was...gifted. Gifted and cursed. I could dream. I could predict. I sat down on a wooden chair. Nowadays, the Men, and Mer wore such garments! Suits, shirts and what not. Of course, a few would revert to the old Dunmer traditions, wearing the outfits for celebrations. I still wore my archaic robes, passed down from generations to generations. Argh! It happens once more! No! Not again...
"Wake up, Neloth. It is I, Azura once more." The feminine voice once more comes to me, but rather in a more hasty tone. "My lady, what is it?" I trembled, as I asked. "Mehrunes Dagon, wants to... kill you." The voice spoke. "Not just you. All of us, in Tamriel. You are of no use to them." The voice however, was strong. Dangerous. "We disagree. Sheogorath, Nocturnal, Boethiah and Mephala. We all do not want the destruction. We...deserve to be served. Dagon has confined us to our shrines. But do not worry. Approach the shrine of Dagon and plead him! Or else, soon will come a conflict of blood, with...foreigners. Not in Nirn!" The voice shouted. I woke up. "Dagon..." I silently spoke.
I ran outside. It was dark. I could see the bright, illuminated stars now. Nothing to do in the dark, I thought. I took rest. Tomorrow morning, I set off. As the sun once more began to shine, I took in a boat. To Skyrim. "Never thought I'd be in this hellhole again." I mumbled. The captain heard it, giving a chuckle. We approached Windhelm. "500 septims." The captain said, putting his hand forward. "500?! That's daylight robbery!" I angrily shouted. "Just pay up." The man said. I just paid him, and went off.
It was cold. I decided to stay the night. Walking up to Candlehearth Hall, I went inside. "No Dunmer." The clerk said, in a manly voice. He pointed at a sign. "No, let him stay. Poor lad, must be worn out." An old man told the clerk. I thanked the man, as I got inside. "Just so you know, there is a small candle in there. Blow it off, and I'll have you thrown to jail! It's been there for centuries!" The clerk shouted. I nodded, as I walked into the main section of the place. I sat down in there. A dozen people were chatting in the midst of the fireplace, on top of it a minuscule candle. "Looking for a man to protect ye? I'm it!" A man shouted at me.
"Bugger off, you bloody alcoholic!" I shouted. The whole in got quiet. "What'd you say to me?" The man shouted. He cracked his knuckles. The crowd began shouted, "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!. Just then, a man came out of the crowd. "By the Nine, man! He's a traveler. Stop it." I glanced at the man. He looked strong. "I'm Asgar, of the Companions." He said, shaking my hands. Later on, I decided to hire him, and not that alcoholic asshole. The Companions were renowned mercenaries. They say a hero of Skyrim...the Dragonblood or someone was once a leader of the place. He smiled, asking me where we were to go.
But little did I know, slowly things were changing. I told him I would be telling the location, but tomorrow. I was tired. As I rested, I was woken up by Asgar. "Hey, Dunmer, come outside!" He shouted. I asked him why. "COME OUTSIDE!", he shouted. The Hall began shaking. Things were falling down. Earthquake? I thought. But my fears were true. Outside, the sun was shaking, so were the clouds. Outside the city, the rivers were going on as if there was a storm. In the end, one loud shout. Utter silence. We were now in the universe...what was it's name? Asgar just sighed. He asked me where we were to go. I replied.
Mehrunes Dagon's Shrine.
Partially made by me and Singaporean Transhumans.
