In an expansive lab, a young scientist was tinkering with a huge project of his, and it was almost finished. He crushed up a green gem in a mortar and pestle, creating a pile of sparkling static powder. From there the young man poured it into a boiling vat of hydrated solution, which turned it a glowing green color.
“Supersaturated quantum mix complete,” He muttered to himself, “this’ll give that jackass a taste of what mind can do over matter.”
“Now, I just need the last ingredient…” The scientist then walked to a locker, reinforced by a heavily protected alloy. In one of the files he fished out a pitch black substance, so dark that it dimmed its surrounding light. Right next to the locker was a tiny glass dome with uninsulated wires that connected it to the boiling vat.
He entered a passcode into the lock, which let the dome open a hatch. There the scientist placed the dark substance into the dome and sealed the hatch shut.
“Alright you son of a bitch, it’s show time.” With that he adjusted his glasses, and pulled down a lever. As the reactor powered up, the scientist was backing away slowly while the wires transferred energy from the black material, emitting sparks of darkened electricity.
Shortly enough, the boiling vat turned purple; then started swirling into a pitch black vortex. The scientist started walking away from the area where any objects around the vat experienced slight suction and distorted space. He was ready to leave, until his colleague entered, obstructing his path.
“Woah there, buddy!” The young author pushed the technical alchemist back a couple steps. “You were supposed to dispose of all your crazy tech junk two days ago. Capital’s orders, not my commands.” He stopped to clear his throat.
“Besides, what is that machine you’re running? It looks heavily unstable!”
“Oh!” The alchemist gave a devious grin, “allow me to show you, comrade.”
The two entered into the lab, the scientist then happily presented the vortex he created. "With this, we can access an unlimited plethora of unforeseen discoveries! We could find the very meaning of our existence, this can change the world!"
"Our king would not approve of this..." The author tried to ground him to a more sensible reality.
"To hell with our king! All that bastard ever does is lie, cover up his misdeeds and corrupt our system. Think about it, we could make this world an amazing place; the sky is no longer the limit, but our tenth-dimensional space capacity!"
"You can't. We aren't ready yet for potential consequences, it's immoral and you know it! This is the taboo of our universe that should have never been discovered from the start."
"Are you blind to the possibilities? We could find more answers than science could ever dream of achieving!"
"Maybe knowledge isn't always a good thing. After all, it had exiled human life from the Garden of Eden."
"Oh that fiction piece is full of itself!" The alchemist furiously replied, before taking a couple deep breaths to speak softer and keep himself level-headed. "We can no longer live in a world of lies, whitewashed by some monarchy that doesn't even know its own shit. I have imbibed more knowledge, more awareness in the span of one week than that sleaze we call a king did in his lifetime!"
"Imbibe? Can't you see that you've become drunk?!"
“Mother of god, can’t you see that you’re being used?!” The alchemist glanced back at his experiment, “If you wish to catch me, then you’ll have to go fishing in an infinite dimensional sea!” then he bolted towards the vortex.
“Oh no you don’t!” The author then tackled the scientist, knocking his glasses onto the ground; cracking one of the lenses.
The alchemist pushed him off, then slowly formed his hand into a fist. “So it’s a fight you want, huh? Then it looks like you’ve left me no choice!”
A brawl broke out between the two intellectual savages, pushes and shoves transitioned to punches and complete fury. Unfortunately, the scientist’s hyperopia led him to lean on the losing side, giving him less and less control over his former colleague in education; they had enlightened the masses together and provided a higher level of insight.
Now, one of them will lose his mind; and the other will lose his grip on life as they know it. The scientist is eventually thrown back into the machine’s anti-electrical wires, causing him to shriek in immense pain; a pain like he had never felt before.
“Oh goodness!” The author frantically darted his eyes all around the lab to try and find something useful. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”
“You… DuMbAsSssss-s---s!” The scientist hissed, slowly losing his three-dimensional form. “You thhhhuuuuuiiiiannnkkn you”re doing the right thhhhanfing by keepping this away from ourur knowledge, buiibut you’re dead wrong,!” His voice fizzled out as he finally vanished, leaving behind a small current of wind.
As it hit the author, he could hear whispering in his ears.
Semel venit finis - facit novum principium
Then, with a defeated look on his face, the author muttered, "Perhaps you were right, but I'm still keeping this from leaking out to the wrong authorities."
With that, he picked up the alchemist's glasses; inspecting them closely. Then, he turned off the dangerous machine and disabled any further use on it.
"He's never gonna catch you, but I'd better keep from getting caught myself."
Finally, he locked the entrance in order to stay in permanent solitude, decades to only think for himself.