Celia led Sherlock toward the elevator. She turned to him, "Are you a detective?"

"I am," Sherlock nodded. Celia stared at him. "Jack was a detective," she mentioned. Sherlock tilted his head. "Who was Jack?" he asked her. Celia smiled, "He was a detective, like you."

"What happened to Jack?" Sherlock continued. Celia pondered before she frowned. "Jack went away," she replied. Sherlock blinked. "Went away, to where?" he asked her. Celia continued to frown. "To the topside," Celia said. "They took him."

"Who did?" Sherlock watched as the elevator opened. Celia turned to the elevator. He heard her say before she vanished, "The Bad Men."

Sherlock entered the elevator and the door closed the moment he stepped through. Slowly the elevator ascended to the Main Plaza. Upon exiting Celia reappeared and led Sherlock toward the North Wing.

"Mama says they have things to lure them in the North Wing," Celia skipped toward the elevator. Sherlock crossed his arms, "Like what?"

"Control rods," Celia replied. Sherlock stopped, "But there weren't any when we checked."

"They moved them," Celia told him. "They're in the storage unit."

"Why keep them there?" Sherlock asked her. Celia replied as the elevator door opened, "The Alpha ones broke and the Beta ones wouldn't work."

"So the Beta ones are in storage, what became of the Alpha ones?" Sherlock stepped through the elevator and turned to Celia as she stood in front of the doorway. "They were destroyed," Celia answered as the elevator door closed.

The elevator descended and Sherlock chewed on his lips. It didn't surprise him the least they tried to control the Beta Series with another set of control rods. Or the fact that the control rods couldn't stop the Beta Series from becoming nothing more than automated death traps. They were a threat to the stability to Utopia as they could not be controlled and simple programming was predictably deleted. Given that Celia had to keep them from damaging important valves and the like, Sherlock dreaded what might've happened if Celia was not active before he and the Doctor came to Utopia.

Sherlock planned how to deal with the Beta Series. Since Celia knew where everything was and how to access them, Sherlock felt that if worst comes to shove, Celia could help him get to safety. She was an AI and didn't have two-hundred fifteen bones and organs to worry about; Sherlock however didn't have that luxury.

When the elevator door opened, Celia was there. She led Sherlock through the North Wing toward the storage unit, skipping along the way. Despite being an AI, Celia had all the traits shared with a human girl. It unsettled Sherlock, for why would Utopia want her to look that way. He couldn't help but ask her as she led him.

"Celia," began Sherlock as he kept up with Celia. "What were you programmed to do?"

"Me?" Celia stopped and turned to him. Sherlock nodded. "They said they were lonely and they wanted a friend," Celia said to him. Sherlock blinked, "You mean, the Alphas?"

"Yeah," Celia slowly nodded.

Sherlock nodded again. "And, what of Callan?" he asked her.

"Callan was lonely," Celia answered.

It crossed Sherlock's mind. Nay, it invaded it. They had Celia programmed specifically to replicate a young girl, around the age Ciri was. No doubt Callan in his Alpha form would be unable to comprehend the difference and likely assume Celia was his daughter. The fact they knew was more enough to make Sherlock's stomach churn.

"Was Jack lonely, too?" Sherlock walked up to the door that led into the storage unit where there was a keypad next to the door. Celia stepped near the keypad and glanced at Sherlock. "Jack had a brother," Celia said. Sherlock blinked. "He did, what happened to him?" Sherlock continued. Celia replied with, "The Bad Men got him."

Sherlock chewed on his lips and nodded. Given what little he heard, it didn't take long before it came to Sherlock what happened to Jack and his brother. Someone got wind of what Jack was actually doing and done to him as done to the others, his brother no doubt suffered the same fate as it would be a way to keep the truth hidden. The fact this had gone on for almost five decades, it was something that Sherlock was unfamiliar with.

From meeting with Frank when he was still an Alpha to now, Sherlock could safely say that these two cases could never be topped. John would find a way to turn this tale into another novel. The first novel was an acclaimed success; in fact, the success was enough for John to dabble in the science fiction genre when he wasn't writing detective stories out his and Sherlock's cases.

Yet, how could Sherlock explain what is happening now will be a different story. He himself wasn't sure how this was all happening. It only seemed like yesterday he was solving the case of an ill mattered broker. Now, he's solving a case in another universe from his own. This fact was something Sherlock wasn't sure what to think about. On one hand, it rattled in his mind that there are other universes, other worlds, with their own political nightmares and the like. On another, he wasn't sure what to think about it.

Celia stared at the keypad for only a few minutes before the light turned green and the door opened.

The storage room was comprised of rows of metal framed shelves, four shelves per six rows. There were clipboards on each of the shelves that showed a list of items that the shelf had. Some shelves were supplies such as pens and papers while others were medical kits. Given what being a Keeper and Guard entailed, no doubt the need for the kits was plenty.

Sherlock walked through the shelves, checking each one. He found boxes of papers that were used to mislead police and anyone who'd look at them, used in the event of something being taken. One of those papers he found made him cringe. The papers were suicide notes, each differently written to avoid being linked, and the way they were written was another example of what horrible deeds were done in Utopia.

Sherlock continued to look through the shelves until Celia called to him. She pointed to a row where there were padlocked containers with warnings tapped all over. No one was supposed be anywhere near them without supervision or permission. Anyone caught near these containers would be withheld in an unnamed location until further notice.

Sherlock lightly touched one of the containers and pulled his hand away, a thick layer of dust remained on his hand. "No one has been here for forty years?" Sherlock turned to Celia as she was glancing at the containers. Celia stopped and turned to him. She nodded, "Yeah. After the Beta Project failed no one has been in here."

Sherlock read the labels on each of the containers. "What one should I take?" he asked Celia. Celia frowned, "You need the Master Control Rod."

"Right, control them all at once. Which container has it?" Sherlock continued. Celia continued to frown. "I don't know. It's not on the official records. It could be in any of the containers," she explained.

Sherlock cringed before finally nodding. "Okay, is it different than the other ones?" Sherlock asked her. Celia pondered. "It should have M.C.R. somewhere on the handle," she said finally. Sherlock rubbed his chin as he glanced at the row of containers. "How many control rods are there?" Sherlock turned to Celia. Celia pondered before answering, "Forty-six."

"Forty-six," Sherlock cringed. "There are forty-six Betas?"

"Forty-six active Betas," Celia corrected him. "There are a twenty control rods in each container for one hundred and fifty Betas."

"What happened to the hundred and four?" Sherlock asked. Celia glanced at the containers, "They were destroyed."

"Bloody hell," Sherlock cursed. While forty-six Betas were dangerous as is, even Sherlock couldn't fathom the thought of dealing with all one hundred and fifty Betas at once.

With Celia's help he pried open the containers. Inside were rows of control rods. The control rods looked like batons and weighed almost like cricket balls. They were colored black and on the handles were numbers in accordance to the Beta it was for. Sherlock glanced at the control rods as he pulled one at a time from the containers. With Celia, Sherlock kept track of the ones he pulled and ones he hadn't.

As Sherlock pulled another control rod from a container, he found that it was tinted red unlike the others. On the handle, there was a faint blooded hand print, left handed. Sherlock asked Celia about it. She told him that a Keeper who controlled Beta One was horrifically gored when it turned on him after it was led through a darkened area and no longer recognized him as its Keeper. What fate befell the Keeper, Sherlock could tell.

"When I find this control rod, what am I supposed to do?" Sherlock asked Celia. Celia told him, "I have to hack it for you to use it. When I do, you can command the Betas from anywhere in Utopia. They will all come to you the moment you command them."

"And where should I lead them?" Sherlock continued as he grabbed another control rod out of the container. "You have to lead them to the treatment facility," Celia said. "It's a controlled environment. There are emergency valves to dispel excess water and safety equipment to keep from being electrocuted."

"Well, that's useful," commented Sherlock as he pushed one of the containers from him and grabbed another. "I hope the Doctor is having luck."