1789, Boston. Xavier Cromwell has perfected a hydrogen fuel. A fateful night in the late december 1789, seven days before christmass came a stranger convinced Mr. Cromwell first to sell the paper for hydrogen fuel. Mr Cromwell and his legacy never dealt with poverty since that eventful day which he gave a theory in which water can be turned into a greater fluid for any locomotive, automotive or any of the sort.
Three days before Troi Ah Te’ Lek, rebelled and took the prototype of HOP transport, had the knowledge of his brethen who took a theorem of Hydrogen fuel took it to the stars and exceeded the achievement for humans in third earth. He knew of the name who gave the Hydrogen fuel to the visiting Zadokian then in 1898. That was why he wanted nothing but to watch the extraordinary event that took place in that era.
Now he is about to die in the year 1948, he didnt want all this, but he had to and pulled that trigger.
“Mr Kaperch, why are you staring intently into a blank scren”asked the private.
“I know why they are here.”
“What are you talking about?”, asked again the private.
“Tell your staff sargeant, to stand down and buy me time, if not its the end of everything.”
“Then we all are dead, if you will not take me seriously.”
With two hands in the air Kaperch and said
“I duncare no more, we mankind has lost all hope, all hope of living because of people like you, who thinks nothing more to be a puppet first of the system and of our own thinking. I simply duncare. The rest of mankind depends on you. Go ahead mock me, go ahead ignore me, we are dead because you, private cant make a conclusion at least hear me out and make me plea for us humans. I simply do not care anymore.”
“As you said I simply do not care.”, and with that the future ended there.
It was an endgame strategy for all world decision. They took the bait of the Zadoks, and retaliated.
In a day, The world plummetted into a chaos. Two days, near apocalyptic end.The third day, all means of life in Third earth was near at its bitter end.