A New Beginning: The Resurgence of "Unknowns"

[Singularity]

Oliver Sanderson, the gifted child as named at his homeland, the boy with green eyes who was loved by each and every family member near his place, was an extrovert. He was more of a loquacious boy always indulging in one or other topic.

“Do you know what this is made of” the very question which had been the mark of his conversation.
He was an extremely voluble young boy who engaged in soliloquies not conversations.

In his room, he was working to figure out something he had missed, something which was silently asking for his attention, something important, rather useful.
The room was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. Oliver went back to his living room.
He quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room.

Picture frames hanged off-centered. Pictures of his dearer ones, with whom he shared an important part of his life.

“Where is the creation table and where is that alloy. It must be here. I am sure it should be here”

The safe box was more of an untidy place. It had papers, research papers, portraying figures of unknown identities, things. But amidst all of this, aside each arbitrary thing, blood stenches were marked in the only relevant thing found there: a dogtail.
It had engulfed all the memories of past, painful history. It was the identification of what was Oliver now.

Name: Oliver Sanderson
Blood: O+
Worker ID: PH024579
Department: Factory/ Hauling section, Corinth Research Station

The information inscribed in the dog-tail was complete different to what Oliver was currently pursuing.

The Corinth Research Station is the main research center of the Zoners, often visited by scientists of The Order. New Zoner equipment and weaponry is being developed here, using the latest technologies available in Sirius.

The factory used to process the counterfeit software, design and architecture it to the export stall of the station itself. Scientists pour in every month to enhance their quality and brainstorm the software available and use it to manufacture the deadliest of weapons that Zoners can sell to their Sirius Weapon partners.
In between all this, somewhere in the deeper sections of the station, rather a haunted compound itself, rumors flow around about possible experiments on subjects relating the aliens. Experiments that were conducted and information to these all was played pretty close to the chest of the chief scientists and trusted workers.

Oliver had sorted out all now. His long working equations, models had started paying off. The model was working inordinately fine.

“I hope it works when I layout my final version” A ray of hope coated on his face.

He had brooded over his thoughts about the creation a thousand times and it was his baby.

He took out a research book to feed his doubts with some answers, and kept it on the table. He moved to arrange for a coffee, which he desperately needed to keep himself active the remaining portion of the night. The Book toppled and fell down as it was at the edge of the study, which couldn’t balance the weight of the heavy-structured shape.

On the cover page, was inscribed which revealed the truth as to why it was such a secrecy for him.

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