"Three"
A large machine whirred to life.
"Two"
A cylinder on one side of the machine began to glow.
"One...fire!"
The light shot from the machine, and for a moment, what looked like a miniature fireworks display went off in the confined room.
Artemis Fowl leaned back on his swivel chair. The test had gone off without a hitch.
It had all started a few months earlier when Artemis was sitting at dinner. He had knocked over a glass, and it had shattered. To a normal person, this would be nothing extraordinary, but to the Irish genius, it set off a flurry of activity in his brain. It began with thinking about kinetic and potential energy. If it can't be created or destroyed he reasoned, then where did all the kinetic energy in the world come from?
Eventually, he theorized that reality must be layered. The topmost layer, or real-prime as he called it, was what we were aware of. Under this layer, there must be a swarm of energy feeding off into real-prime.
And so began the designs of a device the could penetrate into this layer and harness the energy in it. Artemis had to utilize every bit of the most advanced technology, both human and fairy, to achieve completion of this prototype, but it would be worth it.
He rubbed his hands together. A new age was dawning for man, an age were the desperate search for energy was no more.
He didn't feel worried yet, that he might not live to see this age.
The TARDIS was careening through space and time with shocking turbulence, even in The Doctor's opinion.
"What is going on?" his companion, Martha, called out over the roaring machine.
"I don't know, the TARDIS has just gone berserk!" The Doctor yelled back. He eye's were scanning each monitor in turn, trying to figure it out. Then a wild idea hit him.
"No..." he mused, "no human could...unless he has help..."
And then the TARDIS stopped so suddenly he and Martha were launched off their feet and onto the metal floor.
"Where..." Martha began.
"Earth, Dublin, Ireland, two-thousand and seven" he read off a monitor.
"Is something wrong?" Martha asked. The Doctor gave her that grin that she knew meant there was about to be trouble.
"Oh yes, something's definitely wrong."
( Well, it's a short start. Tell me what you peeps think. If you like, I'll write more, if not, I won't. Simple as that. Peace -Saber)