collection of random stories(by me)

DR.Clockwork

DR CLOCKWORK

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nothing can even comprehend the doctors machines, nor his mind. I-its like hes a god.

You fool. He is god. He is beyond our comprehension.

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the scientist worked day and night. Working, building, drawing. Repeating the exact same process for half a decade. The most smartest ingenious scientist the world has ever seen. Locked in his basement, creating moon knows what machines. His choice was to give up a normal life, and instead dedicate it to science. And clockwork mechanics. Having perfected the topic of clockwork. He still craves knowledge. But deep inside, the grasp on him, the thing that had killed the bliss in his life. He knows he it's not too late to turn back now. But his days in his basement. Were lonely. No one to speak to, until...

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"Hmm", he reached into the parts box. Picking out various pieces of gears and springs.

He reached underneath a wooden table and picked up a large copper box. Pieces of wires and gears protruded from it. He smiled, removing his glasses. Leaving them on the table. "finally, a marvel of clockwork engineering", he started fixing the wires. Occasionally getting a fire torch and welding springs inside it. He reached into the parts box again. This time holding a glass cube. It pulsated a teal coloured glow. He gave a smile as he carefully placed the cube inside the copper box. There were six holes underneath, ports. He carefully welded the wires to the ports. And with a sharp ting the machine hummed to life. Its gears slowly turning, while the smaller ones sped at a blur.

"Finally, after months. Its complete!", he beamed "the clockwork mind" he slowly lifted the box, the cubes gentle light pulsating. "That suspendium crystal tesseract is marvelous!", he acknowledged his own work. He left the Clockwork mind on his table. The room was reasonably small. He opened the door out. And he looked at his basement. Carefully organized parts. Boxes with gears, cogs and springs. He reached into a certain box of modules. He took out a pair of nifty electromagnetic sound coils. And a synthetic suspendium water tank. He took these parts and welded a pipe connecting the water tank to the side of the Clockwork mind, and he took some spare wires as well. Welding them together with the sound coils. He had of course turned off the clockwork mind, as of not to cause a short circuit. He switched the poor on. And the clockwork mind hummed back to life. He looked at the marvelous machine. Though he worried that he had connected the sound coils incorrectly. "Ah. come one", he spoke urgently. As if the Clockwork mind had listened a static emanated from the coils. Vibrating the air, it went in different pitches and volume.

And so day and night he had stayed with it. Firm that he had accomplished something great.

And so after a year, the machine had learnt basic speech.

"Clock work, you seem well", the scientist said to the Clockwork mind. Its gears always ticking. He had found out, cutting power to him, destroyed his memory banks. So he had built a compact powersource for the machine. The machine, in reply to the scientist was.

"I am well, Forloc Harlock", Forloc reached for an oiler, carefully oiling the gears. The box had a pair of spider-like legs. Moving across the table. The Clockwork mind was a sentient autonomous machine.

Its substituted neural pathways, for a suspendium shard tank, in which electricity bumped here and there in patterns. Creating a mimic of a human brain, data was fed into it through sound. And then it is transformed into a series of electric discharges into the suspendium. It happens just as fast as a normal person's brain works.

A true clockwork mind.

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some stuff from Airships: conquer the skies

Suspendium belongs to Airships conquer the skies and therefore belongs to Zarkonnen.