The bunker was just as he'd imagine it: orderly save for a fine layer of dust.

All it needed was some TLC on that front before he could get to work, and work he did for six months in that bunker, but when that day came for K'ciuq T'tel-tarb to gaze upon the fruits of his labor, it was worth it.

Out of all the blueprints left in the bunker, the Reality Distortion Cannon (RDC) was the simplest to construct. Simple, yet powerful. All one had to do was type in the set memory span of the desired individual, aim at the temple of their skull and their memories were history. In earth weaponry terms, it had the power of an M16 but was as easy to carry as a pistol. The catch was that in order for the RDC to truly work, the beam needed to be locked onto the target's genetic signature.

Collections of trays of vials and specimen slides rested on an adjacent table. K'ciuq thumbed through them until he found the sample he desired. His face curled into a maniacal grin as he held up the vial containing a teal scrap of cloth to the light. The interplanetary scientist's luck only got better as he pulled the scrap out. It had been rolled up to fit in the glass container and when removed was the size of a dollar bill. With this scrap, K'ciuck could reap enough DNA to obliterate ten lifetimes worth of memories, a statement only proved once he finished reducing the DNA to liquid form.

But all he needed to do was destroy enough memories to send the former owner of the cloth scrap back to where it all began…

Earth.

Hillwood, WA.

PS 118.