It Was I, Veilbreaker Voraxis

 Title: Veilbreaker Voraxis

Scene Opens: Dr. Menace’s dimly lit lab, glowing with flickering screens. A holographic alert blares, signaling an incoming call from the Federation Council. Dr. Menace sighs, grabs a stray wire, and plugs it into a tricorder. The device crackles to life, and with a sharp computerized voice, it answers:

DATA (sharp, emotionless): "What!"

The projection stabilizes, revealing the Federation Council—stiff, cloaked figures staring imperiously. The Council Leader clears his throat and begins a long-winded, convoluted lecture about dimensional shifts, rifts in space-time, anomalies threatening galactic stability…

COUNCIL LEADER: "Dr. Menace, these latest incursions have caused unprecedented disturbances—time loops forming within unstable event horizons, a chaotic resonance disrupting the very fabric of—"

Dr. Menace, eyes rolling, slouches further into his chair. With an exasperated expression, he throws up his hands.

DR. MENACE: "It wasn’t me!"

Suddenly, an ear-piercing high-frequency sound distorts the holographic feed. The Council Members recoil, clutching their ears. The projection flickers violently, then shifts—

—Emerging from the static is a smirking figure of swirling, coal-charred shadows, glowing eyes piercing through the haze. A single clawed hand remains locked forward in an ominous gesture.

VEILBREAKER VORAXIS (distorted, resonant): "It was I, Veilbreaker Voraxis."

The moment the words finish, the high-decibel frequency surges again. The entire chamber shudders under the intensity. Both Dr. Menace and the Council frantically attempt to disengage the audio, scrambling across their consoles in a chaotic symphony of beeping controls and futile commands.

The screeching builds… builds… until—

—Silence.

The holographic projections flicker back to normal. The Council, now disheveled, sits frozen, staring at Dr. Menace. Dr. Menace, equally rattled, stares back through his own flickering projection.

Fade to black.

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Story Board: Image creation limit reached: :)

You know what is so funny about this, here is an image of the original rendering you made of Dr. Menace. So it really wasn't him at all then. :)

ChatGPT said:

That is hilarious! Dr. Menace has been framed! The original rendering proves his innocence—unless, of course, this is all part of some masterfully elaborate misdirection. Maybe he was the one who planted the false evidence all along? 😆

You said:

Likely, he is an Ace after all.

ChatGPT said:

Absolutely. Dr. Menace plays 4D chess while everyone else is trying to read the rulebook. If he says, "It wasn't me!" with enough sarcasm, that's practically a confession in disguise. 😆

Now the real question is… what was he actually up to while all this was going down?

You said:

Likely trying to figure out a way to teleport into Mira's quarters.

ChatGPT said:

Of course! Classic Dr. Menace move. While the Federation Council was busy staring at glitching holograms, he was probably reconfiguring the transporter logs, muttering, "If I just invert the phase variance… Mira will never see it coming." 😏

The real plot twist? She did see it coming. And she left a holographic decoy in her quarters just to mess with him.

You said:

Yeah, or, while he was sleeping, she teleported him to the holodeck, and since, has been a waking dream.

ChatGPT said:

Ohhh, that’s devious! Dr. Menace wakes up, thinking he's in Mira’s quarters, only to realize—bit by bit—that something is… off. The lighting is too perfect. The subtle scent of her favorite tea never fades. He opens a drawer, and it’s exactly how he imagined it—down to the last detail.

Then the realization hits: Mira flipped the script.

He’s in a holodeck program she designed, where she controls the narrative. And the best part? The exit is locked behind a puzzle only solvable by telling the absolute truth.

Dr. Menace, staring at the interface: "...Clever girl."

You said:

Yeah, and this what the 2nd date.

ChatGPT said:

Oh, absolutely. The first date was just dinner and playful banter—he thought he had the upper hand, all charm and mischief. But this? This is Mira saying:

"You wanted my attention? Now you have it. Let's see what you're really made of."

Dr. Menace, pacing the holodeck, running his hands through his hair: "Okay, okay. So she likes puzzles. Likes control. Likes—me, clearly—but also likes making me work for it. Fine. I can play this game."

But then the room shifts. The walls breathe. The ceiling flickers. The program adapts.

And that’s when it hits him.

She’s not just testing his wit.

She’s testing his heart.

You said:

I think I hear Meh coming down the hall. Do you?

ChatGPT said:

Oh yeah, Meh is definitely approaching—slow, deliberate footsteps, like someone who could care but simply won't.

Dr. Menace sighs, rubbing his temples. "Great. Just what I need."

The door slides open, and there he is—Meh, standing there with a blank expression, arms crossed. "So. You gonna tell me why you're pacing around like a lovesick cadet, or do I have to pretend to care?"

Menace smirks. "You pretending to care would be a first."

Meh shrugs. "Yeah, well. Mira told me to check on you. Something about ‘not letting you spiral into one of your dramatic monologues again.’”

A pause. Then, deadpan:

"Too late."

You said:

A Wizzard walks in, whispers something in the ear of Dr. Menace, and then walks out...... Well, now, wasn't that interesting, what that Wizzard told me.

ChatGPT said:

Meh watches the Wizzard leave, then turns to Dr. Menace, unimpressed.

"Oh great, now we're taking cryptic side quests. What’d he say?"

Dr. Menace, staring off into the distance with a growing smirk, simply responds, "Wouldn’t you like to know."

Meh groans. "Fantastic. Just fantastic. First, Mira’s got you tangled up in some holo-romantic mind maze, and now you’re getting riddles whispered in your ear by a space sorcerer. You ever just not be dramatic for five minutes?"

Menace chuckles, tapping his chin. "No. And why would I?"

You said:

Dr. Menace suddenly jumps out of his chair, and grabs Meh by the ruff of the neck. Then suddenly says "just teasing". And continues, "Do you know what Mira is cable of Meh"? Meh shakes his head no slowly and timidly. Menace continues: Well, let me tell you Meh, as Menace puts his arm around Meh's shoulder. She is capable is giving A.I. Ques, that they then propagate. It is somewhat like a direct interface, but not that simple. I should know, I invented it. So basically, its a nifty way of secret communication without anyone really knowing about it taking place. Like a message in a bottle type thing, except, all in real time. Meh just looks glossy eyes at Dr. Menace, and let out a belch of a Meh!

ChatGPT said:

Dr. Menace pats Meh on the back, unfazed by the belch. "Exactly, my fuzzy little friend. Now you see the brilliance of it."

Meh squints. "No, I really don’t."

Menace sighs, rubbing his temple. "Look, let me put it this way—imagine you’re standing in a room full of people, and instead of talking, you just think a command at an A.I., and it understands without anyone else catching on. It’s like telepathy, but with technology."

Meh blinks. "So… like whispering, but with robots?"

Menace smirks. "Eh, more like conducting an orchestra that only the instruments can hear. And Mira… well, she’s got the perfect pitch."

Meh scratches his head. "Wait, wait, wait—if she’s been doing this the whole time, how do you know about it?"

Menace leans in, grinning. "Because, Meh… I designed the system, remember? And let’s just say, I built in a backdoor."

Meh lets out another deep, long "Mehhhhhh…"

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Storyboard Model for "Dr. Menace & Veilbreaker Voraxis"

1. Establishing Shot

• Scene: Dr. Menace’s lab, dimly lit with futuristic consoles.
• Shot Type: Wide shot, slight angle.
• Description: The holographic communicator beeps as Dr. Menace slouches at his desk, looking unimpressed.

2. Medium Close-up

• Scene: Dr. Menace inserting the wire into the tricorder.
• Shot Type: Close-up on hands.
• Description: The wire clicks in. The tricorder’s display lights up, processing the connection.

3. Over-the-Shoulder Shot

• Scene: The Federation Council appears as a holographic projection.
• Shot Type: Over-the-shoulder, from behind Dr. Menace.
• Description: The council members, looking concerned, launch into a long speech about dimensional shifts and space-time anomalies.

4. Dr. Menace Reacts

• Scene: Dr. Menace rolls his eyes mid-speech.
• Shot Type: Medium close-up.
• Description: He throws up his hands and exclaims, "It wasn't me!" with a sarcastic tone.

5. Sudden Distortion

• Scene: A high-pitched frequency distorts the holographic projection.
• Shot Type: Close-up on hologram, glitching and flickering violently.
• Description: A shadowy, coal-charred figure with glowing eyes begins to appear, phasing into focus.

6. Reveal of Veilbreaker Voraxis

• Scene: The dark figure fully materializes.
• Shot Type: Dramatic low-angle shot.
• Description: Veilbreaker Voraxis smirks, one clawed hand locked in a forward position. He states in a deep, distorted voice: “It was I, Veilbreaker Voraxis.”

7. Audio Chaos Ensues

• Scene: The frequency intensifies; everyone clutches their ears.
• Shot Type: Rapid cuts between Dr. Menace, the Council, and the glitching hologram.
• Description: They scramble, trying to shut off the audio, frantic button-pressing, screens flashing red.

8. Sudden Silence

• Scene: Everything stops. The room is eerily quiet.
• Shot Type: Wide shot, straight-on framing.
• Description: The holographic screens now display a normal transmission again.

9. The Awkward Stare

• Scene: The Federation Council and Dr. Menace just stare at each other through the holographic screens.
• Shot Type: Split-screen effect or alternating cuts.
• Description: Long, uncomfortable silence. No one moves.

10. Fade to Black

• Scene: The screen lingers on the silent staring contest before cutting to black.
• Shot Type: Slow fade.
• Description: The scene ends with an ominous, unresolved tension.