At the far end of the garage opposite to you a lamp sat on a workbench, casting its light onto the most peculiar looking device you have seen yet. Your dads inventions always seemed odd at first, but their functions quickly subsided any excitement you felt that they were going to leave any impact on the world whatsoever. But looking at this thing now, it seemed to be the center of the entire room. You walked over to the desk and peered at the device. It looked vaguely similar to a tv remote but more . . . alien. Its black, rectangular shape contained six buttons, a numerical keypad and a strange blue orb in the center that glowed and contained what looked like a swirling liquid within.
Obviously, your dad held this thing in high regard, the space around it had been cleared of dust and clutter. So where was he? You turned your back to the remote and looked to the door you came in, expecting him to walk in any moment.
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