A scientist’s struggle with evil intent
April 20
Dear Diary,
I’m still here. In the future. Things are not going well.
I write this with a heavy heart and a sense of dread.
The rogue scientists are desperate. They’ve kidnapped my grandson, Elias. The brilliant young man I just met is now in the hands of those twisted madmen. And it’s all because of me and my damned invention.
They contacted me, the scientists. They said they would hurt Elias if I didn’t give them the key algorithms for the teleportation device. The very thing I swore to destroy to prevent them from misusing it. I feel like I’m being ripped in two. I can’t let them harm Elias, but I also can’t give them the power to change the past and shape the world to their selfish desires.
I’ve been pacing my room for hours. Trying to think of some way out of this nightmare. I go over and over my options, but each one seems more impossible than the last. If I give them the algorithms, they win and the world is doomed. If I refuse, they’ll hurt or kill Elias, and I’ll never forgive myself.
I need someone to turn to. Someone who can help me find a solution. I feel so alone in this strange future—who do I trust? The weight of this dilemma is crushing me. The pressure is suffocating.
Maybe… maybe there’s a way to outsmart them. If I could find a way to give them the algorithms but somehow sabotage the device, make it malfunction or self-destruct. It’s a long shot, but it might be my only chance to save both Elias and the world.
I need to be careful, though. If they suspect anything, they might hurt Elias out of spite. I have to be smart about this. I have to be strong. Even though I feel like I’m crumbling inside.
I never wanted this. I never wanted my invention to be used for evil. I just wanted to help people, to make the world a better place. And now, because of me, everything is falling apart.
But I can’t give up. I won’t give up. Not on Elias, not on the world. I’ll find a way to fix this. I have to.
Even if it costs me everything. Even my life.
I’m going to get to work now. I’ll write more when I have a plan. Or if… if the worst happens. But I can’t think about that now. I have to focus on saving my grandson and stopping these rogue scientists.
Pray for me. Pray for us all.
Lael
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