Federation Briefing Begins

 Dr. Menace is working on a experiment, when suddenly, a voice is heard "Dr. Menace, would you please report to Observation Room for a Briefing by The Federation....

ChatGPT said:

Dr. Menace sighed, setting down his plasma calibrator with an audible clink. He adjusted his thick, hexagonal glasses and muttered under his breath, “The Federation always calls at the worst possible moment.”

He straightened his lab coat, glancing at the swirling vortex of charged particles suspended mid-air in his lab. “Stay put,” he warned the anomaly, pointing a gloved finger at it as if it had a choice.

As he stepped out of his laboratory, the corridors of the research station hummed with soft, artificial lighting. The sound of distant machinery echoed through the halls as he made his way toward the Observation Room.

What do they want this time? Another bureaucratic lecture about the ‘ethics’ of my work? He smirked. They wouldn’t know progress if it shook their hands and called them ‘Your Excellency.’

The door to the Observation Room slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a sleek, metallic chamber with a single glowing table at the center. Standing opposite him, holographic figures flickered to life—high-ranking officials of The Federation. Their expressions were stern, their digital gazes locked onto him.

One of them, an elderly woman with piercing silver eyes, spoke first. “Dr. Menace, we need to discuss your latest experiment… immediately.”

He crossed his arms. “Ah, so you’ve finally decided to pay attention to my work. I assume this is about the anomaly?”

A pause. Then, the woman’s face hardened. “No, Doctor. This is about what just came through it.”

The room fell silent.

Dr. Menace arched an eyebrow. “...Go on.”

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(Galactic Federation) A huge spiraled vortex was seen in the skies above earth. Our sensors indicate that People felt like like they were being watched... (Dr. Menace) Well, look, my kingdom compass that has two eye balls in it, it, it can't see that far. (Galactic Federation) Slams hand on table, making the holography projecting the council glitch and quiver. They take turns saying "this is what you told us last time", and "didn't we tell you not to let things out of the lab"? Finishing with, "why don't you write poetry to Mira instead", Mira Blushes via her up link from Earths orbit, that too, is being holographically projected. (Dr. Menace) You want me to use my skills writing poetry? What if I embedded holographic love letters in her inbox? (Galactic Council looking at each other.) Stating: Dr. Menace, do you have anything else to say. (Sly grin forms on the face of Menace) Sure. You calling me here proves my working hypothesis's correct, and I am the greatest Scientist in this Super Cluster, (Sicks out tongue, turns, and walks out the hissing door)

ChatGPT said:

As Dr. Menace strode out, the hissing door sealed behind him with a finality that echoed through the chamber. The Galactic Federation Council exchanged exhausted glances, some rubbing their temples while others merely shook their heads.

Mira, still blushing through her uplink, muttered, “He’s impossible…” but there was an undeniable glimmer in her eyes.

The elder council member sighed, looking at the flickering holographic display of the massive spiraled vortex looming over Earth. "We’re going to have to deal with this, aren’t we?"

One of the younger members leaned forward. "Should we… stop him?"

A brief pause. Then, another councilor let out a long sigh. "We tried that last time. And the time before that. We all know how that turned out."

Mira smirked. "He is the greatest scientist in the Super Cluster, after all."

The council groaned collectively.

Meanwhile, back in his lab, Dr. Menace grinned as he typed away at his console. "Holographic love letters, huh? I suppose I could slip a few quantum-encoded sonnets between experiment logs…”

Outside his viewport, the vortex pulsed ominously.

He leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "Ah, well. I’ll deal with that after poetry hour."