the plan before the action.

it fucking annoyed me, I knew it was just a story, but it shouldn't be. EXIST.

I look over the counter in the center of the lab. I came here to relax, thinkｰdo something else, anything. but it was no good; I was looking at the device that may as well be the world greatess unknown. _scientifically _speaking.

a device that shouldn't be in the hands of any living creature possessing the incapabilities to comprehend where it'll lead to, let alone withstand its consequences...

hand on my chin. my heart pounded, as it **** its existence into my mind, as if telling me or agreeing it's dangerous. it was an **** sentence, and I new it, but my hand was already inches away from the remote.

holding it in my sweaty, slightly tembling hand, I realized I was holding my breath. I'm the man who discovered the 5th "tron"! SO, how can I, Feast, be so.. I start by slowing my breathing down, until it felt cool within inhale.

"first: to kill the idea; you must edradicate all traces of its 'once' existence, and repl-" I repeated words from one of my books, turning the knob on the device, and letting go-