As the Dwemer machinery around him hummed to life, Calcelmo smiled with both pride and glee. All of his research, all of the time spend working, it was finally paying off. His dream of bringing the Dwemer back to their former glory was coming true.
The Dwemer Centurion unfolded itself and stood, reaching an extraordinary height. Calcelmo stared in awe. It had taken him years to piece the machine back together, but it was worth it. Everyone had called him a fool, calling his creation an obsession. Just a month into the project, his nephew was adamant to continue helping him with his work. Even worse, Faleen refused to see him any longer until he scrapped his project.
But Calcelmo couldn't. The Dwemer were his inspiration, his doorway to the past. And there was still so much to learn from his experiments. It pained him that the ones he loved couldn't see how important this was. But it didn't matter anymore, his creation was complete. After so many years of work, he had finally brought a piece of the Dwemer back to life.
For a moment, Calcelmo hesitated to finish his work. It was tearing apart his relationships with everyone he knew. But as he put the final piece in place, he realized it was too late to turn back.
The Centurion towered over him, steam billowing from metal pipes. It was a magnificent piece, a perfect example of Dwemer engineering. Calcelmo stepped forward, his arms open wide.
"Rise, my creation. And recognize your new master."
The Centurion didn't move, and for a moment Calcelmo was doubtful of its condition. But after a short pause, it slowly lifted itself forward. Calcelmo felt a burst of pride, like a parent witnessing its child's first steps. Despite its enormous stature, it took quite a bit of time to walk across the room. Even so, it was a miracle.
But as Calcelmo gazed at his work, he felt numb. This was what he wanted, but he wasn't pleased with his work. To spend so much time on his creation, he expected to feel more... satisfied.
With an aching heart, he walked towards the Centurion. It stopped to face him, it's face immobile. He had spent enough time away from the ones he loved. It was time to end this obsession. With one hand on its shoulder, he reached into the Centurion's chest to pull out the Dynamo Core from its body.
Just as his fingers brushed the core, the Centurion jerked alive. Calcelmo yelped as a mechanical arm slammed him into the wall. He looked into the eyes of his creation, and saw just how far he'd fallen.
And as the light faded and his vision became darkness, he remembered Faleen and his nephew, and how there was so much more to say. His last thought was of them, just before his obsession ended his life.