Silence and darkness. Vague sentences constructed in her mind, only garbles of images that did not mean anything specific. The crackle of each footstep on particles from the debris, echoing down the corridor that appeared red to her, some defining shades representing the contours of her surroundings. Somehow, she believed reality resembled such shades, altered by lens that kept the truth hidden, but still intact. She believed that although the path was shaped for anyone to travel on, there were hidden restrictions to reality that made it unwholesome, but safe to the general public. The Media was one such lens that hid the whole truth, keeping people believing that the media's perspective was the true perspective. Lucifer paralleled what the Media did.
No, of course Lucifer was not truly the Fallen Angel. At least that's how she looked at it. Sariel was not even a Fallen Angel herself, but she had some deep instinct to choose the name she was presently called by. It proved the same with the others in her group, all with names of angels that had fallen from grace. And it seemed that a top CEO took an interest with Sariel, because of the special training she had as a short-term Navy SEAL. That CEO called himself Lucifer. This man seemed like a typical young businessman with too much money, slicked-back hair, black suit, blue tie, and would rather talk through a representative. But Sariel did manage to meet him once. Usually men would be gawking at her, bending whatever resolve that planned on keeping in her presence. But Lucifer kept calm and reserved about his opinions of her. She had a form between voluptuous and petite, sporting a beauty rivaling Kristin Kreuk in exoticness. Although that was not far from the truth of lineage, since she did have both asian and european blood flowing through her.
A simple clatter of metal to stone triggered both she and Sealiah to lay their backs of the wall, holding two fingers to the side of their goggle, activating an extra scanning mode to track all vibrations down the corridor, showing up as intense blue lines whereever there existed a strong tremor. The resonance of sound echoed from a small steel plate that came loose from the damaged ceiling, relieving both women that there would be no "close quarters" confrontations for this time. Although both of them decided to take this path, both feeling compelled that this corridor led to something important.
Free from the maze of rubble that hindered them, they found their speed doubled, yet remained to be silent -minus the scratching sounds their dirty shoes made on the flooring. A steel door, double-locked, had the label "Radioactive Testing Grid" in Chinese written to one side. No personnel could be detected. Wait, their goggles were set to the wrong scanning grid. Sariel rotated a switch at the side of her goggle and activated her infravision setting. She motioned Sealiah to do likewise. There was a bright heat signature on the far end, most likely leading to a bright chamber. Sealiah finished cracking the digital lock, by the time Sariel hoped to look through the small window in the door, the portal had opened. Her comrade pushed her to the side, a couple of shots from a well aimed gun impacting the wall behind where they had stood. Ricocheting bullets echoed across the hall, drawing mumbling sounds from that bright area on the far end of the corridor.
"That was impressive," Sariel said sardonically, "Throw us to a den of lions, why don't ya!"
Ripping two slim knives into both hands, Sealiah did not even respond. Holding both weapons in throwing positions, she rolled sideways across the threshold and threw the knives as she passed. After the thuds of knives hitting their mark, the sound of choking and gurgling could be heard in response.
Sariel pulled out two silvery magnum pistols from her thigh-belts and turned to occupy the doorway, guns blazing in all angles to whatever remained. She was reckless in this, completely forgetting that this chamber had something to do with radioactive material. And luckily, she hit nothing but a few scientists and the two corpses with knives in their chests and guns at their sides. The chamber had a laboratory setting, with vials, tables, computers, and a sealed chamber at the far back. One scientist seemed to have the balls to watch Sariel, barely hiding behind a computer tower atop a work-table.
Both guns raised to the scientist's direction, "You! Come here!"
He was apprehensive in obeying her order, but it was either that or struggle to run and risk getting killed. But this was a woman, could they be really ruthless? Before he could think of it further, he found his body moving out with arms raised high, hands forward, palms open. It felt strange, if not kinky, to submit to a girl with guns. That was just his youthful geek-thoughts intruding in his mind again.
"Your name?," she hooked her foot behind his knee and pulled him down with both guns' nozzles pressed to his forehead.
"Kenneth Reinhardt," he said in a prompt fashion, unphased in emotion by the guns to his head. He was thinking of using some charisma to get this one off his case, but a gut-instinct told him not to.
Withdrawing both weapons away, Sariel holstered one and motioned for Ken to stand up. "Clear."
Sealiah slipped into the room and gingerly unsheathed her knifes from the corpses, wiping the bloodied blades across their white labcoats. "Bring him to Terminal Theta," she said to Sariel, "His libido should be easily contained." Sealiah locked her gaze to her higher officer, grinning with her pouty pink lips.
Just as Sealiah was silent to her previous comment, Sariel did likewise with this one. Pulling off her goggles, Sariel glared at Sealiah with stunning hazel eyes. Pointing the magnum at Sealiah, she opened her mouth to say something, but found a lacking urge to evoke any words. Shutting her mouth, Sariel shook her head and left the room.
"Score one for the underling," Sealiah smiled.
Between the two, Ken could see that both operatives were stealth agents. Both were probably involved in the recent explosion near the Residential Level. He hoped that Elana and Kyosato were alright, knowing that they were both down there. The one with the guns was brown haired, this one near him was blonde. Both women had their hairs up in a bun, practically to make sure that their hair would not get in the way of their tasks. Just thinking about what these tasks were, made Ken feel like pissing in his pants. Yet keeping his self-control would be key in maybe liberating this place of these women. He smiled to himself, thinking how kinky these dominant-types were.
"C'mon cowboy," Sealiah playfully slapped him upside the head, "You get to party with the girls today."
"Great," Ken said dry with sarcasm.
---
.
Stroking his gray beard, Saul regarded his newest stack of files to sort with some skepticism. One over another, these files were filled with a broad number of projects and tests of things that were all new ideas in this decade, most with no patents or government approval. He would guess that the scientist thought of him as the "government approval," despite how many rules he would be breaking by passing any of these through. Heaving a sigh, Saul gathered up the entire stack and placed it at the corner of his office, already stacked high with things yet to be reviewed. Although one file remained to be untouched on his table. Picking up the inch-thick document, he thought of tossing it carelessly to the pile. Bold letters drew his eyes to it, red and stamped alongside with SEELE's adopted symbol of a triangle with seven eyes.
"Give me a few moments to get this straight," Saul had phoned his associate, Kouzou Fuyuzuki on a ship in Antarctica where Gehirin's key-members were positioned, "I am to head off the remainder of research in Shanghai?" The file with SEELE's seal contained a briefing on the research breakthrough on what was called "N2" explosives technology. Doctor Weisnberg was informed that he would be replacing an aging scientist there who was to be terminated from the project, due to lacking performance.
A few moments later, "Alright, fine damnit! Just inform that damn associate of yours at SEELE that I don't appreciate being shipped from one country to another, like some damnable hot potato!" Then he slammed the phone down in its place.
Fuyuzuki informed him that there was an additional problem in Shanghai. The secret laboratory there had been infiltrated by unknown operatives, traced currently by the triple-computer network system. This computer network was a prototype to what would be later, the MAGI computer systems. Each computer was named: Snoy, Snsnoy, and Smnglof. So far, it has proved efficient in keeping track of all things. Literally, keeping track of "all things".
Slipping the file into his black leather suitcase, Saul kept the plane-ticket that was also within the file in-hand, leaving his office shortly after he informed his secretary of his leave. Saul felt that he had left a part of himself departing that building, somehow knowing that stepping into the deeper region of this UN Conglomerate would tear away his life as a member of this Earth.
He was not far from the truth.
---
.
Somewhere in the layers of maze-like corridors of the Shanghai (Beijing) Science Structure, Kyosato had led Elana passed all the darkness and rubble, up to the Conference Hall. This was not exactly a hall, moreso a very elongate Conference chamber in which the scientists would meet for special announcements from the United Nations. At this point, the special announcement was the State of Emergency, where Lieutenant Robins was heading off evacuation plans.
"- And so, once the choppers get to the helipads outside, we need an orderly evacuation-"
"Like if there ever was an 'orderly evacuation'," Kyosato muttered as he and Elana closed in on the cluster of personnel to Lt. Robins's.
"- we will remain here until the Strike Teams send word of clearing this place."
"He's got a manly voice," that was Reyna, a newly graduated Japanese girl from the Michigan Institute of Technology. She was speaking to Elana at the time, both girls were friends since Reyna arrived a year ago in Beijing. She had this cheerful attitude which was refreshing, but at this time when Kyosato found the suspense and danger exciting, it was quite an annoying contrast.
"Miss Melina," Robins called out over the congregation, "since you will be the first of the junior staff to gain their Doctorate's Degree, I would be pleased if you could give the congregation your views on the reason for this situation."
Just as every other action or representation of truth delivered by higher authorities, it only dissuaded the younger, more undirected and lost of the staff from making any further questions. But sometimes, Kyosato caught the lines of stress on Robins's forehead, showing clearly that he would have rather been in their ignorant positions than on the higher end. If ignorance is bliss, then the rest were yellow with envy.
Provided that the four U.N. Soldiers guarding the doors would be sufficient protection against terrorists who were able to penetrate the facility, Kyosato had no worries. But the obscure fact that this was not a true state of emergency that was news worthy, meant that this facility was truly a Classified subject.
"Right now," Elana seemed to be nearing the end of her impromptu speech, just ten minutes had gone by as she commandeered the podium, "I think that it is time to rest our minds and keep things on the down-low." Some did not understand what she meant by "down-low", but it was a common phrase back home in the suburbs which meant "hush-tone".
Leaving the stage, Robins retook his place. Drawing a remote control from his pocket, he clicked the multi-panel screen behind him on. Each panel was two feet high, while the screen was 40 feet by 20 feet high. A widescreen that was usually used by the military personnel that had commissioned this facility a couple years ago while the Terrorist regimes were on their highs. Nowadays, while the threats were on the "down-low", the guys of the facility usually came together to watch sports channels on the satellite television connection. It looked like it was back under military jurisdiction again.
"From Central Command to you," the Lieutenant began hesitantly, "I believe it is time to reveal what these Terrorists are after..."
Curiousity clearly on his face, Kyosato stepped forward into the crowd of his fellow scientists. It seems like the mysteries of their diverse projects would finally be revealed.
---
.
"Tessaract."
"A wha- ?"
"A tessaract," explained Sealiah, running her black-gloved hand over the key panel, "Its a bit hard to explain. I took a study in Quantum Universe. The way this keypad is configured, you would need some sort of knowledge in Theoretical Physics."
"So can you decrypt it?," Sariel shifted her weight to her left leg, tapping the gun simply over her other arm impatiently.
"Yeah right," Sealiah scoffed, "I understood the class, but I never tried passing it. That was years ago too."
A gun snapped to Ken's direction, "Alright Science Guy," Sariel motioned to the panel, "You work here, so decrypt that panel."
"I don't know anything about this," Ken said, "My clearance of this-"
BAM.
"Useless," she put her gun away with no regard for Ken's twitching corpse.
Sealiah sighed, "We could have had so much fun with him. I mean, he was pretty handsome."
"You want to be next?"
Sealiah did not say another word.
"Having trouble?," crackled Lucifer's voice on her removed headset.
"You would know, how?," Sariel spoke into the reciever.
"Analyze the panel fully, Sealiah. Understand that you must decrypt each dimension of the Tessaract."
Sariel felt a chill go up her spine. She felt that her sense of security had been drained at that moment. Some part of her wanted to believe the supernatural theory that Lucifer was indeed the Fallen Angel of theological lore, but another fought against it. Logic would believe that there was some sort of surveillance camera on them. Yes, that would probably be it. With nanotechnology, it was entirely possible. Sariel comforted herself with that thought.
" -by removing the dimension of time, which is signified by the lights tracing it, it will isolate into a solid light beam on the lines of the shape. Then you deal with the tesseract solely."
"What exactly is a Tesseract?," Sariel knelt beside her partner.
"Just listen to Lucifer's instructions as I work," Sealiah said without looking to her.
"Now," Lucifer continued, "You have a cube that is squared. Put two fingers on two part of the inner-cube and two fingers on the other two parts and spread it back to the outer corners of the cube. You will notice that the inner-cube's lines are now not highlighted. Push the fore-corners of the cube back to make a square, so now it is two dimensions. Take the two points of the upper part of the square and push them down to make a line, which gives you one dimension. Close that point to a dot..."
As Sealiah did so, the doors hissed open.
"Do your stuff, ladies." And again. Lucifer shut his connection off.
Both women stepped into the elevator, although Sealiah heaved a last sigh at the dead Kenneth Reinhardt. Whatever would become of the body, she only hoped that it would be respected. She was a stickler for proper burials, but she had no time to carry around a corpse to make sure it was buried properly. You could not really trust the governments to do something proper nowadays.
The slight hum of the descending elevator put Sariel into a sort of trance. Her mind escaped to other thoughts, she felt like crying. How she ruthlessly silenced that scientist, who did nothing but follow. So cold, yet so sweet. Her first husband proved to be a chauvinistic pig, making love to her and leaving her out of it. He was not like that when she dated him, but it would be expected because he was a pervert. She hired an assassin not longer after she divorced him, it did not stop the pain of mistake in her heart, but it dimmed the wound. Sariel saw her husband killed. Dressed as a pedestrian, the assassin passed him and left him dead with a bullet through the side of his head. Deep inside, she felt pity but did not cry for some reason. Only at the funeral, did she give any sign of sorrow, tears coming down profusely.
"No," she muttered with eyes shut. Kenneth did not deserve to die, but she had labeled most men worthy of death. It was only from the denial of losing her husband, because she was so vengeful from her epiphany. He was a good hearted man, a good provider, but she did not feel the appreciation she wanted.
-Stop worrying-
She opened her eyes toward Sealiah, despite the fact it did not sound like her, "Did you say something?"
Sealiah shook her head, "Why?"
"Nothing," Sariel sighed, then returned to her thoughts.
-I forgive you-
Then it grew to some sort of shape, the voice seemed vaguely familiar.
-Until then...-
Just as the elevator lift lowered into the immense dark space of Terminal Theta, a single long tube highlighted with blue and white spotlights at the center. Sariel discovered that the voice triggered a buried familiarity within her mind. Drawing upon all her memories, she summoned it out and called openly.
"Seth!"
No, of course Lucifer was not truly the Fallen Angel. At least that's how she looked at it. Sariel was not even a Fallen Angel herself, but she had some deep instinct to choose the name she was presently called by. It proved the same with the others in her group, all with names of angels that had fallen from grace. And it seemed that a top CEO took an interest with Sariel, because of the special training she had as a short-term Navy SEAL. That CEO called himself Lucifer. This man seemed like a typical young businessman with too much money, slicked-back hair, black suit, blue tie, and would rather talk through a representative. But Sariel did manage to meet him once. Usually men would be gawking at her, bending whatever resolve that planned on keeping in her presence. But Lucifer kept calm and reserved about his opinions of her. She had a form between voluptuous and petite, sporting a beauty rivaling Kristin Kreuk in exoticness. Although that was not far from the truth of lineage, since she did have both asian and european blood flowing through her.
A simple clatter of metal to stone triggered both she and Sealiah to lay their backs of the wall, holding two fingers to the side of their goggle, activating an extra scanning mode to track all vibrations down the corridor, showing up as intense blue lines whereever there existed a strong tremor. The resonance of sound echoed from a small steel plate that came loose from the damaged ceiling, relieving both women that there would be no "close quarters" confrontations for this time. Although both of them decided to take this path, both feeling compelled that this corridor led to something important.
Free from the maze of rubble that hindered them, they found their speed doubled, yet remained to be silent -minus the scratching sounds their dirty shoes made on the flooring. A steel door, double-locked, had the label "Radioactive Testing Grid" in Chinese written to one side. No personnel could be detected. Wait, their goggles were set to the wrong scanning grid. Sariel rotated a switch at the side of her goggle and activated her infravision setting. She motioned Sealiah to do likewise. There was a bright heat signature on the far end, most likely leading to a bright chamber. Sealiah finished cracking the digital lock, by the time Sariel hoped to look through the small window in the door, the portal had opened. Her comrade pushed her to the side, a couple of shots from a well aimed gun impacting the wall behind where they had stood. Ricocheting bullets echoed across the hall, drawing mumbling sounds from that bright area on the far end of the corridor.
"That was impressive," Sariel said sardonically, "Throw us to a den of lions, why don't ya!"
Ripping two slim knives into both hands, Sealiah did not even respond. Holding both weapons in throwing positions, she rolled sideways across the threshold and threw the knives as she passed. After the thuds of knives hitting their mark, the sound of choking and gurgling could be heard in response.
Sariel pulled out two silvery magnum pistols from her thigh-belts and turned to occupy the doorway, guns blazing in all angles to whatever remained. She was reckless in this, completely forgetting that this chamber had something to do with radioactive material. And luckily, she hit nothing but a few scientists and the two corpses with knives in their chests and guns at their sides. The chamber had a laboratory setting, with vials, tables, computers, and a sealed chamber at the far back. One scientist seemed to have the balls to watch Sariel, barely hiding behind a computer tower atop a work-table.
Both guns raised to the scientist's direction, "You! Come here!"
He was apprehensive in obeying her order, but it was either that or struggle to run and risk getting killed. But this was a woman, could they be really ruthless? Before he could think of it further, he found his body moving out with arms raised high, hands forward, palms open. It felt strange, if not kinky, to submit to a girl with guns. That was just his youthful geek-thoughts intruding in his mind again.
"Your name?," she hooked her foot behind his knee and pulled him down with both guns' nozzles pressed to his forehead.
"Kenneth Reinhardt," he said in a prompt fashion, unphased in emotion by the guns to his head. He was thinking of using some charisma to get this one off his case, but a gut-instinct told him not to.
Withdrawing both weapons away, Sariel holstered one and motioned for Ken to stand up. "Clear."
Sealiah slipped into the room and gingerly unsheathed her knifes from the corpses, wiping the bloodied blades across their white labcoats. "Bring him to Terminal Theta," she said to Sariel, "His libido should be easily contained." Sealiah locked her gaze to her higher officer, grinning with her pouty pink lips.
Just as Sealiah was silent to her previous comment, Sariel did likewise with this one. Pulling off her goggles, Sariel glared at Sealiah with stunning hazel eyes. Pointing the magnum at Sealiah, she opened her mouth to say something, but found a lacking urge to evoke any words. Shutting her mouth, Sariel shook her head and left the room.
"Score one for the underling," Sealiah smiled.
Between the two, Ken could see that both operatives were stealth agents. Both were probably involved in the recent explosion near the Residential Level. He hoped that Elana and Kyosato were alright, knowing that they were both down there. The one with the guns was brown haired, this one near him was blonde. Both women had their hairs up in a bun, practically to make sure that their hair would not get in the way of their tasks. Just thinking about what these tasks were, made Ken feel like pissing in his pants. Yet keeping his self-control would be key in maybe liberating this place of these women. He smiled to himself, thinking how kinky these dominant-types were.
"C'mon cowboy," Sealiah playfully slapped him upside the head, "You get to party with the girls today."
"Great," Ken said dry with sarcasm.
---
.
Stroking his gray beard, Saul regarded his newest stack of files to sort with some skepticism. One over another, these files were filled with a broad number of projects and tests of things that were all new ideas in this decade, most with no patents or government approval. He would guess that the scientist thought of him as the "government approval," despite how many rules he would be breaking by passing any of these through. Heaving a sigh, Saul gathered up the entire stack and placed it at the corner of his office, already stacked high with things yet to be reviewed. Although one file remained to be untouched on his table. Picking up the inch-thick document, he thought of tossing it carelessly to the pile. Bold letters drew his eyes to it, red and stamped alongside with SEELE's adopted symbol of a triangle with seven eyes.
"Give me a few moments to get this straight," Saul had phoned his associate, Kouzou Fuyuzuki on a ship in Antarctica where Gehirin's key-members were positioned, "I am to head off the remainder of research in Shanghai?" The file with SEELE's seal contained a briefing on the research breakthrough on what was called "N2" explosives technology. Doctor Weisnberg was informed that he would be replacing an aging scientist there who was to be terminated from the project, due to lacking performance.
A few moments later, "Alright, fine damnit! Just inform that damn associate of yours at SEELE that I don't appreciate being shipped from one country to another, like some damnable hot potato!" Then he slammed the phone down in its place.
Fuyuzuki informed him that there was an additional problem in Shanghai. The secret laboratory there had been infiltrated by unknown operatives, traced currently by the triple-computer network system. This computer network was a prototype to what would be later, the MAGI computer systems. Each computer was named: Snoy, Snsnoy, and Smnglof. So far, it has proved efficient in keeping track of all things. Literally, keeping track of "all things".
Slipping the file into his black leather suitcase, Saul kept the plane-ticket that was also within the file in-hand, leaving his office shortly after he informed his secretary of his leave. Saul felt that he had left a part of himself departing that building, somehow knowing that stepping into the deeper region of this UN Conglomerate would tear away his life as a member of this Earth.
He was not far from the truth.
---
.
Somewhere in the layers of maze-like corridors of the Shanghai (Beijing) Science Structure, Kyosato had led Elana passed all the darkness and rubble, up to the Conference Hall. This was not exactly a hall, moreso a very elongate Conference chamber in which the scientists would meet for special announcements from the United Nations. At this point, the special announcement was the State of Emergency, where Lieutenant Robins was heading off evacuation plans.
"- And so, once the choppers get to the helipads outside, we need an orderly evacuation-"
"Like if there ever was an 'orderly evacuation'," Kyosato muttered as he and Elana closed in on the cluster of personnel to Lt. Robins's.
"- we will remain here until the Strike Teams send word of clearing this place."
"He's got a manly voice," that was Reyna, a newly graduated Japanese girl from the Michigan Institute of Technology. She was speaking to Elana at the time, both girls were friends since Reyna arrived a year ago in Beijing. She had this cheerful attitude which was refreshing, but at this time when Kyosato found the suspense and danger exciting, it was quite an annoying contrast.
"Miss Melina," Robins called out over the congregation, "since you will be the first of the junior staff to gain their Doctorate's Degree, I would be pleased if you could give the congregation your views on the reason for this situation."
Just as every other action or representation of truth delivered by higher authorities, it only dissuaded the younger, more undirected and lost of the staff from making any further questions. But sometimes, Kyosato caught the lines of stress on Robins's forehead, showing clearly that he would have rather been in their ignorant positions than on the higher end. If ignorance is bliss, then the rest were yellow with envy.
Provided that the four U.N. Soldiers guarding the doors would be sufficient protection against terrorists who were able to penetrate the facility, Kyosato had no worries. But the obscure fact that this was not a true state of emergency that was news worthy, meant that this facility was truly a Classified subject.
"Right now," Elana seemed to be nearing the end of her impromptu speech, just ten minutes had gone by as she commandeered the podium, "I think that it is time to rest our minds and keep things on the down-low." Some did not understand what she meant by "down-low", but it was a common phrase back home in the suburbs which meant "hush-tone".
Leaving the stage, Robins retook his place. Drawing a remote control from his pocket, he clicked the multi-panel screen behind him on. Each panel was two feet high, while the screen was 40 feet by 20 feet high. A widescreen that was usually used by the military personnel that had commissioned this facility a couple years ago while the Terrorist regimes were on their highs. Nowadays, while the threats were on the "down-low", the guys of the facility usually came together to watch sports channels on the satellite television connection. It looked like it was back under military jurisdiction again.
"From Central Command to you," the Lieutenant began hesitantly, "I believe it is time to reveal what these Terrorists are after..."
Curiousity clearly on his face, Kyosato stepped forward into the crowd of his fellow scientists. It seems like the mysteries of their diverse projects would finally be revealed.
---
.
"Tessaract."
"A wha- ?"
"A tessaract," explained Sealiah, running her black-gloved hand over the key panel, "Its a bit hard to explain. I took a study in Quantum Universe. The way this keypad is configured, you would need some sort of knowledge in Theoretical Physics."
"So can you decrypt it?," Sariel shifted her weight to her left leg, tapping the gun simply over her other arm impatiently.
"Yeah right," Sealiah scoffed, "I understood the class, but I never tried passing it. That was years ago too."
A gun snapped to Ken's direction, "Alright Science Guy," Sariel motioned to the panel, "You work here, so decrypt that panel."
"I don't know anything about this," Ken said, "My clearance of this-"
BAM.
"Useless," she put her gun away with no regard for Ken's twitching corpse.
Sealiah sighed, "We could have had so much fun with him. I mean, he was pretty handsome."
"You want to be next?"
Sealiah did not say another word.
"Having trouble?," crackled Lucifer's voice on her removed headset.
"You would know, how?," Sariel spoke into the reciever.
"Analyze the panel fully, Sealiah. Understand that you must decrypt each dimension of the Tessaract."
Sariel felt a chill go up her spine. She felt that her sense of security had been drained at that moment. Some part of her wanted to believe the supernatural theory that Lucifer was indeed the Fallen Angel of theological lore, but another fought against it. Logic would believe that there was some sort of surveillance camera on them. Yes, that would probably be it. With nanotechnology, it was entirely possible. Sariel comforted herself with that thought.
" -by removing the dimension of time, which is signified by the lights tracing it, it will isolate into a solid light beam on the lines of the shape. Then you deal with the tesseract solely."
"What exactly is a Tesseract?," Sariel knelt beside her partner.
"Just listen to Lucifer's instructions as I work," Sealiah said without looking to her.
"Now," Lucifer continued, "You have a cube that is squared. Put two fingers on two part of the inner-cube and two fingers on the other two parts and spread it back to the outer corners of the cube. You will notice that the inner-cube's lines are now not highlighted. Push the fore-corners of the cube back to make a square, so now it is two dimensions. Take the two points of the upper part of the square and push them down to make a line, which gives you one dimension. Close that point to a dot..."
As Sealiah did so, the doors hissed open.
"Do your stuff, ladies." And again. Lucifer shut his connection off.
Both women stepped into the elevator, although Sealiah heaved a last sigh at the dead Kenneth Reinhardt. Whatever would become of the body, she only hoped that it would be respected. She was a stickler for proper burials, but she had no time to carry around a corpse to make sure it was buried properly. You could not really trust the governments to do something proper nowadays.
The slight hum of the descending elevator put Sariel into a sort of trance. Her mind escaped to other thoughts, she felt like crying. How she ruthlessly silenced that scientist, who did nothing but follow. So cold, yet so sweet. Her first husband proved to be a chauvinistic pig, making love to her and leaving her out of it. He was not like that when she dated him, but it would be expected because he was a pervert. She hired an assassin not longer after she divorced him, it did not stop the pain of mistake in her heart, but it dimmed the wound. Sariel saw her husband killed. Dressed as a pedestrian, the assassin passed him and left him dead with a bullet through the side of his head. Deep inside, she felt pity but did not cry for some reason. Only at the funeral, did she give any sign of sorrow, tears coming down profusely.
"No," she muttered with eyes shut. Kenneth did not deserve to die, but she had labeled most men worthy of death. It was only from the denial of losing her husband, because she was so vengeful from her epiphany. He was a good hearted man, a good provider, but she did not feel the appreciation she wanted.
-Stop worrying-
She opened her eyes toward Sealiah, despite the fact it did not sound like her, "Did you say something?"
Sealiah shook her head, "Why?"
"Nothing," Sariel sighed, then returned to her thoughts.
-I forgive you-
Then it grew to some sort of shape, the voice seemed vaguely familiar.
-Until then...-
Just as the elevator lift lowered into the immense dark space of Terminal Theta, a single long tube highlighted with blue and white spotlights at the center. Sariel discovered that the voice triggered a buried familiarity within her mind. Drawing upon all her memories, she summoned it out and called openly.
"Seth!"