Light. All around was light. Pure light, piercing the darkness in a shatter of sparks.
Looking down at the machine he was working on, Otto found his mind wandering as he worked. Wandering to love, wandering to lust, wandering to hatred and anger and fury. Even occasionally wandering to pity, although that didn't last long. Playing the what if game. Working out equations. Thinking back to all the women he'd ever loved. He frowned as he worked, concentrating on the task and mulling over the past. Hearing a knock on the door, he wondered if perhaps his destiny waited ahead.