Chapter 7
Libraries don't have elevators.
Libraries also don't have secret codes.
Libraries definitely don't have testing tubes and more weird scienc-y equipment that I couldn't comprehend.
"You're late," Dora said in high gear equipment while operating a device meager enough to fit in my cat's mouth. (God my parenting impulses are weird).
"Dora, you acknowledge my confidence in you is the same as my own. However, I must remind you that 98 goes abreast even our prognostications. So I request from you, before we commence launch, to examine it for myself."
"Hey, uh, care to tell me what's going on? I don't even know your names?" I said this but in spite of this something was pulling me to this weird-ass villain cave that obviously spelled nothing good for me.
Why can't I move my feet?
The Pakistan man froze and glanced over at Dora.
"I directed you to acquaint him of the fundamental," Dora sighed and gestured at me like I was a problem child.
"Boiling egg metaphor, you know he'd freak out, and if he's anything like V he'll be better at experience then our definitions,"
The man sighed and offered out a hand with a graceful smile,
"My name is Carlton Drake, you have been fancied by the universe," He said with a smug grin. His presence was immaculate, OCD and germophobe resident with pristine apparel and a persuasive speaker.
I just had to watch him to tell that much.
He'd probably choose one of our savory delicacies as a meal.
"Uh, sounds cool and all, big fan of the universe, big fan, but, care to be specific?"
"Well, if you want it from the origin, we were a part of the Life Foundation, we were head engineers for biology, physical cosmology, physics, and astrophysics." The two shared a expression of joint hatred,
"We both shared a mutual intention. Conjecturing the outside universe, primarily black matter. Accordingly, we built a device - say - most people could simply regard it as an acquisition of tubes and wires. In truth, it was filled with liquid helium, with an interior that hovers at a tenth of a degree over absolute zero - carefully shielded from the noise, the microwave radiation resonated -"
"Slow your horse's science guy, firstly, is this your tragic backstory? Secondly, please pretend you're telling this to a second grader, third this doesn't solve 'the chosen one' shit," I said second grade as a joke but that was the grade I left on.
"I understand, well then, you're aware of how bats use echolocation to locate their prey, mosquitos? Well, we did the same thing but this time it was to distinguish black matter. What we weren't foreseeing was to find living or other alien lifeforms inside of which.
"We called these symbiotes - beings that require an oxygen breathing host..."
And they dragged on. In summary, they found millions of species and captured 4, but, as they wanted to keep those beings safe from humans and vise versa, the two kept the knowledge they spent years accumulating to themselves and got sacked for such a costly and unresponsive endeavor.
Due to their previous work in the scientific field, they were both getting a few million each year and had this entire library set up as a diversion to what's beneath.
Sounds about right.
"Alright, that's great for y'all, fuckin' lovely, actually. And that new species thing? Epic, it's cool to know we're not alone in the universe. But uh, I'm working a 10-hour shift 6 days of the week to support myself and my cat so -"
"There's just something about him that's so alike to..." Dora said, trailing off, Drake, (apparently his name) finished for her.
"V? My thoughts precisely..." Before I could say anything else he held a device that Philip would decide was edible to my chest and I froze, it was ice cold.
A prink, I swear I felt one ion my neck but I ignored it.
"98.2348 match, fascinating." And the world quickly rushed toward me, I attempted to break my fall but my sight went dark before I could.
"This might be the first breakthrough we've had for a month, that's a record amount of dullness."
(V had been watching the entire time)
( The one thing the universe brought him to, the thing the universe threw at him, the thing he'd never be able to leave - and he was such a loser)
(Was it bad that he'd already grown attached?)