Camelot Corporation
When you restart something, you have to re-shut it too.
You know, I thought my troubles were over. That Marco Kohler had been well and truly dead, Jennifer, Elaine, William, Lance and I were going to be able to live in peace. Boy, was I ever so wrong!
It all started under my nose. After university, Jennifer and I went to work in this private corporation called Camelot Corporation. It is a company that seeks to invent new wonder machines with high technology equipment. I became an inventor, while Jennifer's a researcher. We were researching on whether we can recreate and reenact a scene. Like for instance, when we killed Marco, to make it happen again. Not, like we wanted to. But somehow it happened.
Jennifer and I were discussing our recent project at our weekly get-together with William, Lance, Lily Fay, and Elaine. "We have this new technology machine that can reenact the exact same occurrences that happened in chronological order. That means that we can see everything again, from the crucification of Christ to the last soccer match on Thursday," Jennifer said.
Elaine squealed, excitedly. "That's like, so cool! We can view our adventures as some movie during our meetings!"
"Well, it sounds awfully complicated. But what if it gets into the hands of crooks, who wants to change history? Like make themselves inventors of the lightbulb or something," Lily Fay said. "What if…Marco came back?"
We all grew quiet and solemn. We cannot forget the horrific events that happened a years ago, at Tintagel University? When we met Psycho-Marco, who wanted to kill us. Us as in William, me, Lance and Elaine. Because he believed in legends of King Arthur. And he made some other people believe it too. And it costed him his life, plus his associate's life too. But he was dead, gone. And no way was our project going to help him find a way back.
"Don't worry, Lily Fay, he's not coming back. We've defeated him once, we can do it again. Our worst injuries was some crushed ribs, fainting, PTD, and malnutrition. It's not as bad as getting shot in the head, losing a hand, getting pierced in the shoulder with a sword, or getting conked on the head by a flowerpot. I bet that's what made Marco so mad."
But Jennifer was feeling paranoid. "You know, I don't think it's such a good idea. What if Marco's friends caught wind of it, and decided to kill us for it? We might all die, and unleash past terrors on the world. Like World War One or Two. Or maybe World War Three if
Marco got out."
"But it's our one chance to fame and fortune! We'll be successful, like Albert Einstein. And nobody is smart enough to make it work. It'll all be figures and codes. Only specialists like the FBI can. And I don't think Marco's friends are specialists." I argued.
Elaine shrugged. "But don't blame me if there's trouble. A wonder time machine like that is too much responsibility for us humans to handle. It'll make people crazy, thinking they're God or something." Right now she's going through this stage where she's a hippie, meaning she's got many religions, like Buddhism and Islam, and has all these weird theories about how we should be natural, go with the flow, as Confucius says.
I looked at William for support. He was more mature now, not so much as a bike-racing hipster, more like a deep serious man. Lance was still as childish as ever, thinking this is all a joke, and chatting with his girlfriend on his handphone. I'm sort of glad that Jennifer has dumped him. He's not good enough for her, he's not serious at all.
"I don't know, but from what you tell me, this machine sounds pretty dangerous. Just remember that with great power comes great responsibility. A knife can be used to cut fruits or murder people if it's used in the wrong hands. A powerful machine like this could erase someone from history, thus changing the course of the future. What if some Arthur fanatic went back to the Middle Ages and killed King Arthur when he was just a baby? We will be different from what we are now. And Marco…he will win. Somehow."
I gulped. Can Marco really come back?