Imagine a place. A place where nature is forgotten. A place where light comes only from a dull monitor, where the only sounds are buzzes and whirs from working electronics. A place where life is only a memory, where screens show pictures of every place in every dimension. A place so vast, and so full of electronics, that it mazes forever, endlessly buzzing and whirring til the end of time.

Now imagine living in this place for even a short period of time. You'd go mad with the endless buzzing, the constant electronical blinking and flashing, the dulling radiation pouring from every screen, all around you, destroying your brain cells brutally as you sat and festered in your own insanity.

Now imagine living there for all your life.

This is the life of Radhaz, electronical genius, prisoner of his own intellect, damned to stay in this realm for all time. For centuries he has lived here, talking to the whirs and bleeps, knowing each machine by heart and a name, them being his only friends. He has been foresaken to this realm by his master, the great one, the puppet master, kidnapped from his own world and thrown here, into this electronical hell. His job is to calculate, to work out the physics of all realms, to work out the science in the world. He alone has already unlocked the secrets of space, every world, every law of physics. But now he works on his most difficult case to date.

His current task is to unlock the secrets of time.

Fingers work on keyboards, typing with fingers so ancient that they are bony and pointed, twisted by the makings of this terrible hell. He is close to the answers. Just a few more hours and he will have it. Just a few more calculations. Just a few more thousand numbers to type.

Suddenly a man appears behind him, tall and strong, red battle suit hanging around bristling muscles.

"What have you found, Professor Radhaz?" Kuma asks, softly, knowing from experience that disturbing the ancient genius could indeed be costly.

"Just a few more hours," the proffesor mumbles. "And I'll have it all, the secrets of time revealed, every calculation solved and every number typed."

"Do you know the answers to the questions of time between dimensions, professor?"

Radhaz stops typing and turns, ancient, crazy eyes staring holes through Kuma. "Leave me to my work and you'll have your answers in a few hours."

Kuma backs up. "Yes, professor." A small twang of fear balls up inside of him. Though he has never seen the ancient genius in action, Kuma knows that the bounds of Radhaz's mind is not restricted to science. "By your leave then, I'll be back in three hours."

"Three hours four minutes twenty eight seconds," Radhaz speaks, returning to his screens. "Return then and I'll be done."

Kuma nods and disappears.

Radhaz continues on with his work. "Just a few more hours and we're almost done, Bessie," he speaks to the monitor. "After this we will know everything. Everything we need to know. Everything to escape this place."