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 Excell...