The End of Days, The Machine

“This is too much power for such a small machine.” A short woman in regal attire paced through a very large room filled with lab equipment. “Are you preparing for the end of days, John?”

“You believe in that silly prophecy, Celeste?” John snorted.

“Don’t you?” Celeste raised her eyebrows.

“Absolutely not, I am a man of science not superstition.” John pulled one of the many chairs in the room and sat.

“So, to what purpose are you creating this then?” Celeste walked around the huge mac...