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A city on Planet New Berlin, engolfed in an icy winter, a place where night lasts for almost six standard months had just entered the dark period of the year. An old looking building with many windows glowed in the night. Another dot that blended into larger dot of light seen from space. Abowe, on a dark sky, space ships glided through the winter air, leaving endless trails behind, that intersected and formed warious geometrycal forms.

Inside a man in his late forties, perhaps fifties walked down a corridor. Lighting was not functioning as intended an flickering light emmited odd sound, that resembled ticking of an old, broken mechanical clock. The man was Franz Maister, a renoun name amongst archaeologists, but not in public. Who is interested in some crazy old archaeologist, digging out past, something that was to remain burried. Noone. However the masses didn't realise the importance of people who worked in this building and across Sirius. Joke, oftenly heard by the centuries old walls of the Institut is perhaps the best explenation of importance and wery existance of archaeologists and historians.

"We can change something not even God can. We can change past."
This joke was in the mind of Franz Maister when he carried his old briefcase full of neural net acces codes to the meeting hall, where his colegues waited.

"The mytsery of Von Rohe's final days is soon to be revealed. "

His steps could now be heard at the wery and of the corridor.

"Only if my speculations are confirmed, only if they accept my theory, only if they understand the significance of my findings"

The door opened and everything went silent. He could only hear his heart beating and blood circulating.

"Now, there is no going back."