It was evening on Earth. It was the year 2011. Tom Starnk was working on his suit in the Eco Industries headquarters in New York.
'Oh dear, the Hydroactor has pretty much burnt up, here. I would need another Hydroactor, A.T.O.M,' he said.
'Sir, the suit is using a lot of power which is sort of damaging the Hydroactor, causing micro-hydrogen leaks and small fires, which are then controlled by our failsafe systems,' said A.T.O.M. 'We need another source of power.'
'Not yet, buddy,' said Tom. 'We need to search for enough resources. Plus, Peggy Evans is trying to persuade me to join some super-secret hero group for no reason. I don't sign contracts, especially when the contract description just says team of heroes. So, I have put an alert on the chaos-detector against Peggy Evans, and her so-called group called The Runecoveners.'
'Sir, isn't it wise to know more about that group? It sounds pretty interesting to me,' said A.T.O.M.
'It isn't too interesting, trust me,' said Tom.
'Sir, I think the chaos detector has found some traces of magic,' said A.T.O.M, as the chaos detector started beeping loudly.
'Wha—it can't be the trinity of chaos—they are in prison. F.L.O.R.E.N.C.E, back-up the data of the K.A.S.H.V.E.E Algorithm…power the suit,' said Tom.
'Sir, I'm afraid that the traces of magic are increasing as the seconds pass,' said A.T.O.M, before F.L.O.R.E.N.C.E could respond.
'Backing up the algorithmic data. Eco Man powering up,' said F.L.O.R.E.N.CE
The chaos detector's display changed:
VICTOR RUNESON
From 1081 AD
Temporal Vibrations Detected
Nationality: Asgardian
Then, Tom heard a voice in his head, 'We all have things that we regret…'
A cricket match came to his mind. Little did anybody know that across the multiverse, Deadchaos would be saying, 'Ah, that little voice in his head—based on a true story, or I could say, a true story.'