This is real. It is a documentary, not a story.

David Mark walked down the hall, going to the debate for the Science of Energy Arts, or SEA. I was a project built on nuclear and chemical energy's. David didn't need to be there, he just loved this stuff. He was a night guard for a Verkins Town Museum, but hated it. To him, it was like working at McDonald, since he was a nerd. He wanted to go to the SEA meeting, because they claimed to create doorways to different parts of the universe, or even other dimensions. David doubted it, but still went. It was in the main hall of the museum that he worked at. It was a huge room, a podium on top of the stairs to the exhibits. The whole room was light brown, lined with a darker brown. There were poster around showcasing the new exhibit, the sea exhibit (Irony). Everybody was there, in fordable chairs. There was an official looking woman in a suit on the podium, looking and shuffling papers. She tapped the microphone, on of the at least 20, for dramatic effect, not to test.

"Welcome." she said in a nice voice, as if she were talking to children. It made up for her official grey hair, and dead eyes. She looked like she had 100 pages of business. "As you know, I am Miranda, a spokesperson for SEA. The new dimensional doorway is under control, and will open new possibilities for the future, including life, evolution, and technology. The project is being held safely and under control at the SEA headquarters" She continued talking, stone faced, about stuff with the doorway. Then came the questions. "Questions?" Miranda demanded. This made David feel like this was the most unofficial meeting ever, despite being very official.

Half of the people raised there hand as if a wave. She picked on an eager person, who looked in there mid 20's. "Is there any possible dangers with to much knowledge gained?" he said. That's what you are worried about? thought David, thinking about all the things going wrong.

"No, we will not send humans, but robots and rovers, since it will be in highly toxic parts of space." she responded.

A girl, about the same age got picked next. "How much energy will be used during this process?"

"About the energy use of 20 nuclear bombs. It is safely controlled in the SEA headquarters." she said, not very assuring.

David raised his hands, despite hating all the attention. He got picked as soon as he raised. "How many people are working on this project."

"Over 2000, maybe more." she answered. The rest of the meeting was plain and boring, but to David was the best time of his life, besides the other meeting. He was taking notes the whole time. By about 10:00 pm, the meeting was over. He had to stay, he was a night guard. he met up with Miranda afterwards, once everyone left and they were taking down the podium. "Hey, Miranda, right?" he said, trying to start a conversation.

"Yes, do I know you?" she said, in a vast different voice, as if annoyed. David took this as rude.

"No." said David, annoyed to. Looks like annoyance is contagious. "I just wanted to know if this is entirely safe. You know, since you use more than 10,000,000,000,000,000 joules of nuclear energy and all."

"Look, uh-"


"Look, David, in business, sometimes you have to lie, but it doesn't really matter, since I get paid anyway. It is just my job. My job is to lie. In conclusion, maybe. I don't know. Probably not." she said, sound mature and immature at the same time.

David had to stay at his desk in the main hall for the night, so he could hear and see them pack up the whole time until midnight. He sat there waiting, looking at his notes. Not safe. It sounded safe, but impossible. If it were this simple, and this short, and it just appeared, how is it possible? Why haven't anybody tried it before? Why were there no questions or answers about how, just is it safe? But he was not one to worry about this stuff. He had a job to do.

He sat alone, just him and rattles of the shaken objects, shut down display trains, and bones. With no one here, it was always empty, too much space. David doesn't play on his phone or scroll social media, he didn't like that. He always read books. He loved sci-fy and how human had little significance of this world, mainly the works of H.P. Lovecraft. It wouldn't take a lot to make him believe this. He read, not paying attention that much, but looked up on and a while. The building was silent without anyone, too. This was silent and empty. Now.