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Dark Paradise.

Commander John J. Adams could not resist taking a final look around the rocky, mountainous surface of Altair IV before he boarded the C-57D and left the planet after concluding his visiting investigation. When his ship had approached the planet to determine the fate of the expedition sent to this sector of the galaxy 20 years ago, Dr Morbius had warned them not to approach because of the danger here, but Adams had ignored the warning and he had continued on his way.

He had been sent here to conduct an investigation; he was not just going to turn around because of the word of a scientist who hadn't been seen for two decades.

Altair IV was a beautiful world, in a rocky sculptured kind of way. But it was also the original home of a race of super-intelligent aliens, an ancient species known as the Krell. Morbius had discovered their legacy, in the shape of a massive cube 20 miles long in every dimension, powered by 9,200 nuclear reactors on a scale never before seen by humans. Morbius didn't count, he had kept the discoveries to himself, and he had used Krell technology to build that house, to devise Robby the Robot and just prosper here.

But there was a dark side to Altair IV.

During Morbius's studies of the Krell underground complex, he had discovered an apparatus that augmented his natural intelligence - the scientist was nearly killed, but he survived. Unfortunately, Morbius's brain was altered in a way that Adam's still didn't understand. Somehow Morbius's mind was suddenly able to manifest itself as a 'beast,' a subconscious monster that killed the original expedition. This beast, Adams now realised and knew was the manifestation of Morbius's darker side.

Jekyll and Hyde.

Both of them were aware of themselves on some level, but both denied all knowledge of each other as Morbius had proven when he was confronted with the truth. The darker Morbius or the 'anti-Morbius' surfaced when Morbius realised that there was a chance the C-57D would take his daughter away, so he started killing.

Now, of course, the scientist didn't believe Adams when he had made the deduction, but it was the case. Even Robby had known the truth, but whether that was a byproduct of being a piece of Krell technology, Adams could not say. But he wouldn't disbelieve it since Robby was built using Krell technology, who knew what was in the robot's databanks? It was likely the Krell had discovered the dangers of the 'plastic educator,' and transferred that knowledge over to Robby or made it a part of some kind of internet technology so the robot had easy access to it.

It was Morbius's subconscious monster that shared the scientist's love and devotion to Altaira which had killed off the original expedition of the Bellerophon.

It was Morbius's subconscious monster who was responsible for the deaths of Quinn, Jerry, and two others. Adams could understand Jerry's death; he had kissed Altaira after all, and no protective father liked it when someone seduced their child. The moment that happened, Morbius's subconscious monster acted and Jerry died.

It was Morbius's subconscious fears which were responsible for Altaira's pet tiger attacking them while she and Adams were taking a walk in the gardens near Morbius's home. By that point, Morbius had likely felt the growing but understandable fear he was going to lose his daughter, the only family he had on the planet, and that was how his mind had justified the murders.

Eventually, Adams and Altaira didn't need to do anything to change Morbius's mind because the scientist recognised it for himself later. It was like a scene out of 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,' where Morbius met and confronted and disowned his more aggressive and violent other-self.

But now Morbius, the Krell machine complex, technology and a wealth of scientific knowledge would be a major boom back on Earth but Morbius had denied, giving that crap about Earth not being ready for it yet, gone for good.

Adams sighed as he walked up the ramp of the ship, ready to issue orders for immediate take off while he composed his reports. It was all such a senseless waste.

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