Mr. Z

 

The power from within is inexorable.  Try as one might, it is impossible to extricate.  We lost a lot of good men during this campaign, but truth be told, I am optimistic.  If I hadn’t witnessed it with my own two eyes, I wouldn’t have believe it.  The legend of the magical core is true! 

Magical.  That’s what they call it.  What a bunch of horseshit.  The power from within the sphere is immeasurable, but it for certain is not magical.  It is alien.  And it is ancient.  My scientists tell me they have never seen anything like it.  You should have seen the giddy looks on their faces when they made their initial report.  They were like a bunch of 12 year old boys that had just discovered a nudey mag under their older brother’s mattress. 

“The findings are off the charts, Mr. Z!  The power within the sphere is measuring at”

“Ah ah ah.  Layman’s terms please, Dr. Grustaph”

“The core is more powerful than 10 trillion atomic bombs.  And if we could harness this power, we could change life on Earth as we know it!  There would be no need for electric companies anymore.  Forget about fossil fuels!  We could…”

“Calm yourself Dr. Grustaph.  First we need to harness the power, then we can talk about saving the world.”

“Yes, sir.  You’re right.  There’s just one thing.”

“Oh, what is that?”

“There’s a strange inscription on the doorway of the antechamber leading to the sphere.  It would be advisable to decode it prior to fumbling with something of this magnitude.  As much as I’d hate to say it.  It might be prudent to delay further testing until we know exactly what we are dealing with.”

“I appreciate your concern Doctor, and believe you me, I share your apprehension. Nevertheless the President does not share the same sentiment.  I will attempt to persuade him to order a postponement of scientific experimentation and analysis until a linguist can get here, but let’s not kid ourselves.  You know exactly what the President wants to do with this thing and he isn’t about to put his plans on hold for a foreign language geek.”

“So, shall we continue our work then?”

“Why don’t you and the other coats take a break?  We have food and refreshments in the game room with your name on it.  You and your team have earned it.”

“Well thanks, Mr. Z!  We have been working nonstop around the clock.  A little respite is exactly what we need to recharge our batteries!  Get it?  Batteries?  Because, we are working on the most powerful battery known to mankind?”

“Brilliant and funny!  You’re the best Dr. G.  Now go get your team and take the day off.  I’ll call the President about your concerns, and let you know what he says.”

 

That was the last time I saw Dr. Grustaph.  He was a brilliant man.  No so much funny, but brilliant.  It’s a shame I had to kill him and has crew.