(Robotic dimension)
The robotic dimension never slept.
Even when silence seemed to rule the vast metallic corridors, machines whispered to one another in coded pulses, lights blinking like restless eyes. Inside Hangar Seven, two massive spaceships stood tall, their silver bodies reflecting the cold glow of artificial suns mounted on the ceiling.
"Fuel check complete."
"Control systems responding."
"Navigation synced with lunar coordinates."
The voices echoed crisply through the hangar as soldiers in armored suits moved with trained precision. Each of them wore the insignia of the Space Recon Force — the unit trusted with protecting not just planets, but balance itself.
One of them turned toward his partner and nodded.
"Ready, comrade?"
"Always."
With a deep mechanical hum, the first spaceship powered up. Blue energy lines ran across its surface like veins coming alive. Moments later, both ships lifted off the platform, disappearing into a tunnel of light as they accelerated toward the moon.
The Moon – Silent Witness
The moon looked peaceful from afar — pale, calm, untouched.
But peace was an illusion.
As the spaceships landed near the old sensor zone, the soldiers immediately sensed something was wrong. Dust patterns were disturbed. Deep marks scarred the surface, as if something heavy had been dragged across the ground.
One soldier pointed ahead.
"There."
The sensor — once firmly planted — lay nearly twenty meters away, shattered into fragments. Its outer shell was cracked, internal circuits exposed like broken bones.
They began recording everything.
"Sensor displaced by external force."
"No signs of natural impact."
As they moved further, another discovery froze them in place.
Robot R-16.
Or what remained of it.
Its metallic frame was torn apart, one arm missing entirely, optical lens cracked and lifeless. Whatever had attacked it wasn't random — it had been deliberate.
"This wasn't an accident," one soldier muttered.
"Someone didn't want to be watched."
They replaced the sensor with a new one, reinforced and better concealed, then retreated back to their ships — unease heavy in their minds.
Back in the Robotic Dimension
The moment the data was uploaded, the main chamber buzzed with tension.
Screens displayed images of the damaged sensor, the destroyed R-16, and strange marks on the moon's surface.
Some scientists exchanged worried glances. Others remained calm — too calm.
One of the senior analysts spoke.
"We've recorded unidentified alien movement near our planetary zone days ago. This confirms it."
"So they've reached the moon," another said quietly.
A heated discussion erupted.
"The moon is Earth's closest shield," one scientist argued. "If another civilization claims it—"
"It becomes a stolen birthright," another interrupted.
The room fell silent.
Finally, a decision was made.
"We build," the chief scientist declared. "A permanent laboratory on the moon."
Murmurs spread instantly.
"With what material?" someone asked. "The environment—"
"Tito," came the reply.
That single word carried weight.
Tito — the strongest metal known in the robotic dimension, harvested only from distant planets under extreme conditions. Resistant to pressure, radiation, and atmospheric collapse.
"We rebuild R-16. Stronger. Smarter. And we send it back."
"And the lab?"
"Teleported. Piece by piece."
The robotic dimension was preparing for something bigger than exploration.
It was preparing for defense.
(Historic Dimension)
The Kingdom Without Its General for
Four days.
Four long days since Erika had vanished.
Inside the stone halls of the kingdom, unease grew like a spreading shadow. The market whispered her name. Soldiers exchanged nervous looks. The air itself felt heavier.
In a private chamber, Mira paced back and forth, her hands clenched.
"She would have returned by now," she said quietly.
Alexander stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes distant.
"She wouldn't disappear without reason."
Mira stopped and looked at him.
"I miss her," she admitted. "Something feels wrong."
Alexander nodded. He felt it too — a quiet dread gnawing at his chest.
Meanwhile, the council hall filled with ministers. At the center sat the King, silent and thoughtful.
Then Jaccob spoke.
"My King," he began smoothly, "four days have passed. Our commander has not returned from her mission."
The King said nothing.
Jaccob continued, carefully choosing his words.
"One must consider… the enemy kingdom."
The implication hung thick in the air.
"They may have captured her," Jaccob added. "Or worse."
Several ministers murmured in agreement.
The King finally spoke.
"We do not assume. We act."
He ordered five elite soldiers to be sent in search of Erika, toward the rival kingdom.
Jaccob bowed.
Outwardly calm.
Inwardly, he smiled.
Because if Erika returned, his ambition would die with her presence.
So he acted.
Quietly, secretly, Jaccob sent one of his loyal men ahead — not to help, but to warn the enemy kingdom with false information.
"Five spies are coming," the message said. "Prepare."
Chaos, he hoped, would do the rest.
(Modern Dimension)
Morning light filled the house, but something was wrong.
Rebecca stood near the kitchen doorway, calling softly.
"Erika?"
No reply.
Jimmy checked his phone. Scott sat at the table, restless.
"She's probably asleep," Rebecca said, though her voice lacked confidence.
Minutes passed.
Still nothing.
"Scott," Jimmy said, "go check her room."
Scott ran upstairs, pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
He checked the cupboard. The bathroom. Behind the bed.
Nothing.
His heartbeat quickened as he rushed back downstairs.
"She's not there," he said. "Erika's not in the room."
Silence crashed over them.
Rebecca's face drained of color.
Jimmy clenched his fists.
"She wouldn't leave without saying anything," Scott said. "After the museum… if something happens—"
"We find her," Jimmy said firmly.
They split up.
Scott rushed to the museum. Rebecca checked the nearby mall. Jimmy searched the lab and surrounding streets.
Hours passed.
Nothing.
They regrouped at home, exhausted and afraid.
Then Scott's eyes widened.
"The park," he said suddenly. "She asked about it… about where we found her."
They didn't waste another second.
The park was quiet, bathed in afternoon sunlight.
They searched desperately — until Rebecca spotted her.
Erika sat alone at a bench, staring ahead, her expression unreadable.
Rebecca ran to her.
"Why did you come here?" she cried. "We were terrified!"
Scott arrived moments later, anger burning in his voice.
"You can't just disappear! Do you know what could happen?"
Erica didn't respond.
Not at first.
Then she stood slowly.
"You lied to me," she said.
The words cut deep.
"I remember," Erika continued. "Something blue. Something glowing. You didn't tell me everything."
Jimmy understood.
"Come home," he said gently. "I promise… I'll tell you the truth."
She studied him for a long moment — then nodded.
Back home, silence filled the room.
Jimmy spoke.
"Your grandfather… was my father."
Erika froze.
He explained — carefully now. About the watch. About dimensions. About a man who lived between worlds.
Rebecca stepped in when things became too complex, breaking it down gently.
Different worlds. Same blood. One device that broke every rule.
When Jimmy finished, Erika laughed — bitterly.
"So he had two lives," she said. "And told us nothing."
Rebecca met her gaze.
"You weren't ready. Not until now."
Erika's eyes hardened.
"Where is the watch?"
Jimmy and Rebecca hesitated.
The room fell silent.