During their conversation, something else was happening without their knowledge. In the darkness of the empty garage, on the workbench, the emitter sparked slightly. A voice could barely be heard coming from nowhere—almost a whisper—a deep and low whisper that had a sinister feel. The voice was there, but not there—in the same place and yet somewhere far away.
“Did you feel that?” The voice said.
A second voice answered, “I could not only feel it, but it was strong enough of a time displacement to register on the magnetograph.”
“I must know what it was and where it came from,” replied the first voice. “Track its origin. Find it, or your life will end.”
“I live only to serve…”
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