Echoes. The sound of footsteps bounced around in the spacious storm drains. The first footsteps in years. *Cling Clang the young man created loud sounds as he climbed up the metal ladder that reached up to the surface. He covered up the hole to the secret passage and he began to walk down the bridge to the giant, overwhelming abandoned factory. It was a miracle the place still had not been demolished or bought after years, however the young man expected a certain man had taken care of everything when he began his work in the basement of this factory over two decades ago.

The young man reached the freight elevator and punched in the code. This young man wasn't like others of his age. Easily a genius, however he did not try to show it off. Remembering the code that hadn't been punched in the elevator in over two years astounded him, however punching in that code so many times, in such a rush, when putting in that code fast enough could be the difference of life and death might have had something to do with him remembering it.

The elevator brought him down to the lowest level. As he entered the room, the floor panel instantly glowed, power being sucked from untouched, dusty wires into the floor panel. Light glowed from the creases in the 3 panels that met at the center of the room, that met in the center of a logo that meant so much to this young man. Was this logo still the mark a man had used to distinguish his work from a terrorist organization? Was this logo the mark of simply that mans greatest creation, and not his ideas? Or was this logo now the mark of that mans failed creation, the creation that could have been listed in a dictionary as the alternative definition for "evil".

The panel separated into the three pieces that made it up. As the logo split into three, three names came to the young mans mind.

"Franz Hopper.

Aelita

….X.A.N.A."

A column rose out of the floor, steam exiting this awesome machine as a micro-fraction of it's power activated, just to give this theatric appearance as the power switch was presented. This defined the mystery of who Franz Hopper was. He created a machine that had influenced the world in so many ways, yet he was still a human. He was still a loving father and husband, and above all wanted to protect his family.

The young boy walked a few steps into the room, reaching the column. His blond hair blew back a bit as ventilation fans activated to try and cool down this Supercomputer. His glasses began to become a bit fogged up by the steam in the room. He looked down at a panel covering the master switch. He pressed a button and the panel moved, and the switch came into view. It was down, just has they had left it two years ago.

"Well, this is it. I'm either setting up the first step in saving the world..."

The young man pushed the switch up, the power overwhelmed the computer, lights turning on, humming sounds growing louder and louder, electricity sparking out of old wires.

"...Or I'm setting up the first step in the destruction of the world."