Chicago, 1893.
He ran across the hangar as if that was
the last time he was ever going to be able to feel his legs. Everything was
blurry and confusing. His eyes were covered by tears … he knew something was
terribly wrong, he knew…
Lucian
went down the long staircase which took him months to find. An exhaustive
investigation financed by J.P. Morgan himself was getting to an end. He was both
excited and terribly scared, if Morgan was right, whatever he was going to find
down there was not going to be pretty.
“Clack”
– he loaded his gun. After all, every time he went to work meant risking his
life, he was aware of it, I dare to say that he was ready to die, he always was.
There was not a single string of light that could guide him; everything he had
was that terrible sound, a constant thud…
“Tuck,
Tuck, Tuck”
“What
the hell?” – He kept going down.
Then
he saw a human figure at the end of a narrow hall. The floor was covered by a
thin layer of a dark liquid. “Hello… is anybody there?” “I am a pinkerton, do
not dare to move, I am coming your way” – he shouted.
The
human figure didn’t seem to care much, it was just…there.
Lucian
got closer and saw a man standing, guarding some kind of door.
“Hey,
you, what the hell is this place?”
“Ugh…
ugh…” – It growled.
“What?”
Lucian
aimed his gun at the humanoid’s head. “Turn around, or I will shoot you”.
“Ugh…
ugh…” – It growled.
The
creature turned and faced the detective. He had never seen such a thing, that
thing was pale as a glass of milk, his eyeballs were missing and he had two massive
bloody holes at his forehead. Lucian didn’t hesitate, not even for one second… he
fired two bullets that hit the very chest of the monster throwing it down to
the floor.
Lucian
went pass the corpse and opened the door at the end of the hall.
A
powerful bluish light left him blinded for a couple of seconds.
He
dropped his gun.
Copper
wires covered the ceiling making a tornado of industrial madness in front of
him.
“Help, please” – mourned a fragile voice at
the distance.
Lucian
went running and what he saw changed his world forever.
There
were six gigantic cages full of bodies; they all looked like that monster he
just killed. Their eye balls had exploded, they were pale as a blanket and two
shinny bloody nails were stuck into their skulls. This monstrous machine was
hurting them; it was turning them into some kind of horrible undead creatures.
The
wires led to the surface, this machine was harvesting them…
The
detective had to get out of that infernal place; he went up stairs and head
straight to the convention. J.P Morgan had to hear about this. This was going
to be a scandal.
He
ran across the hangar as if that was the last time he was ever going to be able
to feel his legs. Everything was blurry and confusing. His eyes were covered by
tears … he knew something was terribly wrong, he knew…
“Ladies
and gentlemen, welcome to the World’s Columbian Exposition” – A man shouted to
the crowd.
Lucian
was lost amidst the excited multitude.
“What
was going to happen?” – He asked himself.
“Let
me introduce you to the future of science, to a spectacle that will leave you
dazzled in excitement”.
The
crowd started clapping.
“Behold…
the Alternate Current.”
Suddenly
the exposition was covered by a beautiful yellow light. Over two thousand light
bulbs were lit at that very moment. It was a wondrous experience.
Lucian
stopped.
He
could hear the mourning of a thousand souls coming out from those light bulbs,
he was disgusted and terrified. Those
monsters were lighting the whole place with the electricity that came out of
their heads, an infinite cry of pain and death contained within a crystal bulb…
who was capable of such a crime?, who was so fiendishly violent to make that
massacre and show it to the world as an enormous achievement?
“And
here is the man responsible for this miracle, ladies and gentlemen, scientists
of the world… "
"Nikola Tesla!"
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