A room, underground. Three men, all wearing lab coats. Unknowning to the eye what has happened but what will be revealed. A tarp, on some kind of machine, was being pulled off, it hit the floor with a sweeping sound. Six metal beams on a platform and some lights were revealed. One man different from the other three entered the room, he spoke. "Is it almost ready?" "Not yet sir." Said a man adjusting some controls on a panel. "It will be in about two minutes." "Good." Said the one man different from the rest, he wore a black trench coat. He walked over to a voice recorder and turned it on, he picked up the microphone and spoke into it. "May twenty seventh, two thousand thirty three, I have decided to activate plan C-67, being the only plan left. All of this is my doing, and I'm going to set things right. If I fail, humanity will come to an end." "Sir, it is ready." The man wearing the black trench coat walked across the room, the three other men watched him. He stepped onto the platform. "This is it men, farewell." The men adjusted some knobs. One of them walked over to a big control panel. "Secondary power uplink, on. Emergency power uplink, on." He looked at the man on the platform. The man nodded. "Main power uplink, on." There was a whooshing sound and a bright light, than the room bacame completely dark. A few seconds later and everything was back to normal, but the man who was different from the rest, was gone. "Is it finished?" said one man. "No" said anothe. "It has only just begun."