The object Brook has seen in her dreams was a metal box, about the size of a person, propped up the middle of the room. It was covered with letters in a pictorial language. It supposed to return to it’s origins, but didn’t. Twenty or more cameras monitored it from multiple directions while a dozen technicians examines computer stations. The room had a welcome smell over the quarter mile of stale corridors to get here. Aaron, her brother, had the same dreams and had already known about the device and would not be so reckless to just show up and negotiate to examine the thing. She noticed a wrist watch that was the same as the one Aaron wore and briefly wondered if he wasn’t already here.
“Miss Brooklyn König.” A distinguished man in his 40s Issac Baxter wore a white lab coat, white dress slacks, and dress shoes strolled up to her while motioning the door behind her closed and secured. “Thank you for accepting my invitation to join this important research product. We don’t have many opportunities to show this device, and we are digging up more questions then answers. Your blog holds some markings seen on this object, and no where else.” He hands her a folder containing her blog post. She takes it and holds it in front of her.
“This looks like ” Brook asked suspiciously as her voice trailed off. A sly smile crossed her face as she thought of all the things she didn’t post about the thing. Her good sense had yet to catch up with her curiosity.
“Research,” Baxter was ensured to know she had more clues about how the thing worked. He walked her to about fifteen feet from it, right behind where the array of measurement devices started. “As it turns out some of our research was helped by your notes.”
“It isn’t a weapon.”
“That is a relief, “ he said while looking closely at the device now wondering how much Brooklyn was holding back about the device. “I wasn’t looking for weapons, I was looking patents; patents that can help the world.” Looking back at her inquisitively, “This device is similar to the one your great-grandparents examined in the second World War? Right?”
“I don’t know much about them, my parents and grandparents didn’t talk about them.” She had seen both models in her dreams and knew about each, but for her great-grandparents, her reoccurring dreams were if Germany and Japan won the second Great War. She had thought the devices were part of the fiction, too. That was until a few minutes ago.
“Then I have some material you might want to catch up on, provided you want to learn more about your ancestors.” He guided her to a workstation with three motors and a comfortable chair. Then to one of the close techs, “See that Miss König gets up to speed on the research. Also, keep good notes on what she know.”
When sitting down she noticed the date on the screen wasn’t right; it was her brother’s birthday. He wasn’t in the room, but he was in the computers. She didn’t see her brother often and didn’t have a clue who in here was working with her brother. “It looks like I have some reading to do, I’ve been interested in my family history.” Her dreams showed her where it came from, what it did, and people using it, but she didn’t know how it worked.
“From here you can look at the device and see what we have recorded. Please take some time to read your family history. We can catch up more, tonight.” With that he left the room.
The sepia images were of German researchers much younger then she seen in her dreams. The She figured the devices were parallel world probes, send from one alternate world to see what the others looked like, but that didn’t explain how she was getting dreams. Perhaps the device was feeding information directly to her brain. She looked at the device pictures on the computer and noticed a detachable controller.
“Brook, I’m Lester.” He hit some keys and a close up of three runes showed up. “This is what I’m working on. Call if you need anything, especially about the this.” With that Lester moved to his computer work station.”