Yes folks the model T2000 is here!

I dream of worlds that are somehow different, where metal does not gleam and plastics do not exist. A world where technology is different, where magic is common place and supernatural beings inhabit the world as real as I am. To be rid of this technology is something I dream of everyday. How dull I find it. How mundane and ordinary my life is here upon this orbiting space station.

And somewhere across the vastness of space in a world torn asunder by war and famon there is demon of the underworld who sits upon a throne of skulls and blood - the trophies of his victims and enemies and wishes he were elsewhere. Anywhere but here in a world accursed, where demon battles demon and elves and humans seek sanctuary from the ravening horde. He dreams of a world where ships fly through space and technology is his to control. And he thinks how mundane his life is. Yet for him, there is no release. This he knows and he returns to plotting his next military campaign with a sigh....

Meanwhile many worlds away a scientist works day and night on his Big Idea. He believes that he can integrate his mind with that of his computer and by doing so expand his consciousness across a vast digital network that consists of millions of thoughts and ideas that are maintained through a distributed computing system. A system that is almost as organic as the body he wishes to escape from.

And he is successful. His mind soars the digital high seas while his body sits motionless in a chair a thousand miles away. He is ecstatic. He is delerious with the power and freedom of the mind. Vast planes of consciousness open before him and he is almost overwhelmed. But then he hears it. A nagging sensation that something is wrong. He pretends to ignore it but it becomes ever more persistent. His mind is filling with dread and he dare not look to see what it is. But he knows now that he cannot resist forever this rhythmic pounding of what he knows in his heart to be fear itself.

He has freed his mind of the physical body and found in the void the sound of the doomritual echoing out across the multiverse. He knows implicitly its meaning. He knows for whom it is intended. He feels the eyes of the demon upon him and he despairs. His mind for a brief instant beholds terror incarnate before it is torn apart.

He sits now in his chair. Nothing more than a vacant husk of flesh. A helpless drooling idiot while his mind flees this way and that in a storm of electrical currents and he knows nothing now save that his soul is lost.

Help us for we are trapped! Please!

Our mission was that of simple reconnaissance and yet there was nothing to prepare us for the disaster that befell. How were we to know that the land upon which we had settled our ship would somehow slip out of reality?

We are trapped now. We hide in our ship deep in the mountains to the north. Our instruments tell us that we are in a bubble beyond which there is nothing. An absemce of time and of matter. We are doomed we fear to live out our days in this place. We watch of course. What else is there to do but continue our mission. It is all that sustains us. But we are fearful that our prescence will be discovered by the demon hordes that charge this way and that across the land.

We watch and wait and keep our silence. We are trapped now...forever...

We are fatigued with your presence. We cannot take much more of the tormaent. We are a most placid and benign species and we wither and die as a flower without sunlight or water. We are fatigued. We cannot endure. Yet we know you cannot leave us. We are doomed!

We live between worlds in the spaces between atoms and there our existence was sublime. We had found our utopia and we were content. It was without warnng that the land in which you dwell was sundered and fell into our continuum. Now our existence is filled with the pain and suffering of your world. The noise! Oh the noise that spills forth from your realm is unbearable. We cannot endure the chaos and malevolance that eminates and permeates our space.

Our people die. They cannot cope with the change. We seek exile but where can we go? We are doomed....