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Sunday, March 11, 2007
~ 4:49 PM ~
"Allow me to present to this world, the vehicle to save us all - 'Old Father'! Designed to bring mankind forth to the furthest of places we went, the search for a new earth is just a step away..." The voice of Jove rang across the globe, stunning millions as it went, through V News. All except the Professor and I. And of course the rest of the Olympian team. Yes, the Olympian team. An archaic name coming from the corporate world. It included Merc and the rest of the scientific world involved in the project. Not to say that we'll ever get recognised for all that we have done, including the whole of this 'Old Father' interspace vehicle. The credit goes to Jove, and Specific Electrics.
"Mm? What is that? What did he do to the ship behind us?" Merc pointed at a panel of devices on board of 'Old Father' as the camera moved its shot through the interior of the vehicle. I too found them unfamiliar, yet the buttons look normal, just like the rest. "Maybe its secondary control buttons." I replied.
"No. I designed the ship such that there is no need, and cannot have, secondary buttons. These are buttons for a device that is alien to us. But who would have installed them? Surely no other qualified engineers we know of is not on our side?" The Professor retorted.
"Maybe its the weaponry system that General Andrew was talking about the previous time." I proposed another possibility. General Andrew 'Rocky' Evans of his Alpha Rho Epsilon division force was made the military science advisor to our Olympian team. We scientists dislike the regimental race of warmongers, but nonetheless we were left without a choice.
"I have specially made them face far away from our main control room to push him away from us, so it is impossible that they moved the controls there."
"Regardless of what it is, we will know it tomorrow, when the thing is launched, with us in it." Minerva spoke, with a tint of disappointment and fear.
"Ah, yes! How time flies when you rush your work, yet yearn never to complete it. Hopefully all answers will come tomorrow, satisfactorily."
