8 2780-Space station (424011) -LaPtop

The first of the four items of proof which Zatland's father talk about was located in their old home which Zatland resided in just yesterday.

A little bit inconvenient, as he had sold it already.

Thankfully Frenor made provisions as to the searching of the house with the government. He was the reason why the house was being combed over so slowly by the FBDID to remove anything dangerous.

In the group of governmental figures that investigated His father's laboratory, after his death; he had placed moles who were helping Zatland from behind the scene's. Some of them were mercenaries still thinking, they were working for an alive person.

If he could find it, he would begin to believe that there were at least supernatural forces at work in his mind.

His father was right to assign four items of proof to Zatland in the real world, without them he would always have the anxiety of wondering if he was having a schizophrenic episode.

At 3 am, Zatland snuck out from a neighborhood corridor, to arrive back at his old home. It wasn't reoccupied yet, so his key code still worked for his father's laboratory emergency exits. The other exit door was already re-coded by the redistribution service he signed with, but this was a loophole, they couldn't touch his father's lab until the government properly dealt with its internal contents.

The government had already completed its inventory earlier and seized all dangerous items from the lab, but had failed to notify Zatland with a statement earlier. As they usually take their sweet time sending out the paperwork, Zatland suffered a slight loss when selling the property.

Zatland got to the house peacefully as his father had told him, people were shielding him closely, ever present in the background.

So Zatland Could look for the laptop computer in peace.

It was hidden loosely inside a wall at a random point in the kitchen...

Finding the space in which consistency did not match elastic walling, would be easy, Zatland dug his hand through the wall. It was oddly soft and caved in like sticky goop.

There was no safe or lock on the computer for safety; it was just hanging in the wall in an area which anyone could find it by digging.

Zatland was sure, it wasn't there earlier, even though having no prior suspicious of something hidden in that specific wall, he found that place a bit strange from what it was before. Could it be the doing of that old geezer who broke into his home?

Retrieving the laptop computer Zatland was wowed by its size, rarely were portable computer nowadays so big, it was heavy too. Too Zatland it seemed like an unnecessarily bulky piece of machinery.

It was beautifully brutal, and custom made with slick edges like a blade. It had an armored outer casing that could stop machine gun bullets.

Square and bulky, it almost seemed like a suitcase; making you want to know its inside contents. Machinery like a computer did not need to be this big… unless there was an extra Function to it.

Zatland reached into the back and pressed it stealth button, as it disappeared into his palm completely invisible. You could see how the weight pressed his palm down.

"great, an invisible block of wood."

The space in the wall began to leak a liquid solvent, that sealed the area the laptop was once placed.

Zatland knocked on the wall again.

Knock! Knock!

Solid.

It looked no different from the rest of the walls in the home.

So far so good, the ghosts in his head weren't lying.

He quickly snuck out, his father had told him, he would probably only have a limited time to fetch his stuff, without people noticing.

Part of him wanted to find out who would have noticed, but the other more sensible part; told him to leave it for now.

….

Back home he began the opening process of the laptop computer, which involved dripping blood on four separate quadrants of the computer processor. He was a little bit squeamish when it came to hurting himself, so it took him four repetitive stabs to his finger to even draw blood.

During the process of attempting to hurt himself Zatland looked; kind of dumb, but luckily no one was around to see him.

He softly dripped the blood from his barely discernable injury and was barely able to get four measly drops off blood out, he used them wisely, and because of the control he had over his body, managed to hit the four proper coordinates on the processor easily. He then accurately reassembled the black armor casing over the computer.

The screen awakened and Zatland began to search through the laptop's functionality. It had impressively the smoothest transitional screens of any computer he had ever seen.

It would flip from page to page almost seamlessly as if a magic trick, it was at first disorientating.

Weirdly It had five unknown RPG games installed in the front Desktop.

'did the old geezers want me to play games?' Zatland wondered.

…

The computer had several capabilities that were divided into different modes and log- in pages.

"Hmm" as he looked, he also noticed some locked functions.

They each had a question and answered passwords, asking questions pertaining too high levels of Biology, Chemistry, and Engineering. Like a prerequisite test to open the functions.

Zatland searched the web for the answers but was confused by the wording. It didn't seem like they were questioning the average student would ever research online.

Naturally, Zatland having yet to learn such advanced knowledge, couldn't pass any of the tests.

Wait there was one more subject, "History" he clicked on the subject, and it unlocked like it was never meant to be closed.

His father probably left this folder for him, it was a unique file, looking a little like a large red book on the desktop of the computer. It was the most natural file to find.

He and his family had an unusual affinity for history, each of them studied it as a minor, when Zatland was growing up, Frenor would tell him snippets of historical mysteries, as his bedtime stories.

He clicked on it and began to read through the content; it was a historical record of all the events that happened back on the planet earth, since the invention of the internet.

It had access to the newspaper, research content, music files on each country. There was nothing it lacked, and it had further been dissected to put all information in an organized format on the screen. Except on this internet, all places where Visible. There wasn't any information he couldn't gain, as he had the master key.

By looking at the information: through the use of earth original information system, they could get a better view of the situation happening on earth at the time, better than anybody of that time could.

Zatland could see, secret organizations that the people of that time didn't even know existed. He could read through their communications.

It was basically that, they connected every single occurrence on the internet during specific dates in the timeline of the internet inception and destruction.

Known recorded information like earth weather, agriculture, geothermal readings, events, sports, Crime, and entertainment on a given day in every single city…were recorded.

It would be a tremendous invasion of privacy if the people of that era were still living.

If he had the necessary lifespan, he could build a time accurate hologram projection of the earth of era's past, and replay about a few hundred years' worths of history. If he didn't care for details, he could go back further.

He could find out almost everything that happened on earth, and how they related to each other on an international level.

How the death of one farmer, could relate to the starvation of a town in Asia, and the extinction of a particular strain of plant, that would later be needed in the curing of cancer. Or just your grandmother medical files.

This is all hypothetical, but if, he wanted to he would be able to find such information. The internet pretty much updated its database of information for a hundred years.

If he could go back in time, he could become stinking rich. The information he had his hands on would make him seem like a god among his fellow peers, Except in the current era earth monetary system meant shit.

Only people who live in the future, have the right to deeply patronize the contributions of those who lived in the past. And looking back on those days, almost felt like looking at a primitive ancient culture. Back when nuclear weapons were the ultimate threat to humanity.

Zatland wasn't trying to search for any specific information, so he opted to view the less invasive information on all the cultures.

He scanned further back.

He particularly liked the segments on Religions and superstitions and common mythologies.

Whether it was God, Karma, or Destiny, it spanned an intricate storyline, That Zatland couldn't help but believe was all connected. Like the people of the time where all telling parts of the same story.

A story of good versus evil and being a master over your own mind.

He didn't know why, but for some reason reading about history was like ready an adventure book.

You could get lost in the pages…and it brought perspective, to the problems that ailed all human being.