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15: Storm (Dedicated to Akari)
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The room was dark, but the storm lit up the sky. Lightning danced among the clouds as thunder made the music. Flashes of the sky glinted off machines only one man knew the purpose of, and sharp-looking tools people hoped they never had to. The air was thick with electricity and madness.
There was science to be done tonight, and by God he would do it.
Not that he believed in God.
This was the storm that would do it. It was the storm ushering in a new frontier of science and technology. And he was the man that would start it all. He would do it. No one else. He had chosen this night to do it. The night of the worst storm in years, it had reminded him of Frankenstein.
The good doctor had crossed a threshold, had destroyed what man thought possible in the midst of a storm. He was no Dr. Frankenstein, he had no castle, no hunchbacked assistant, and certainly no spare-parts man. But he had the storm, he had the machines, and he was crossing the threshold.
After this night, nothing would ever be the same.
He gave off a laugh, short, expected, mad, and pulled a switch.
There was a flash of light as the machines did their work, and another as the sky cried out for the dawn.
There was nothing, and then he had done it. For a second he had done it, he was the master of technology. He had done it. No one else. He was the master of technology. He would be the master of the world. Everyone would respect him. And no one would laugh.
The sky reacted violently and began to clap, not in applause, but in amusement.
Then, all hell broke loose. The lights flickered and the machines groaned and the science was done.
And the storm kept on clapping.
End.