Harold followed him over and closed the door to the lab, and then turned back to me. He was still wearing the same serious look, making me frown at him.
"Really? How long are you gonna keep scowling? The Demon King is gone now; you can relax," I joked, but that didn't budge the expression on Harold's face.
"You know that he is lying to us about what he is going to do with this, right?" Harold demanded, but I didn't answer right away.
I had my suspicions, but I had no way to prove it, and Mark told me to have faith. He said Helsin was a trustable guy, but there were things that he couldn't say because of the government.
I never had a reason to doubt Mark, but Harold was right, and I was worried.
"I still don't know, but Mark says-," I started to say but was cut off.
"You are not that snake! You need to think for yourself on this one! You are not as stupid as you look, so stop trying to act that way!" Harold declared, but I threw it back at him.
"Oh? Then fine, let's say that I believe you about Helsin wanting to use the Megatron Pulse for his own good. What the fuck are we supposed to do about it?! You just said that he already has our work!" I shouted back, and Harold slapped his hand to his face.
"I know! Here, come over here and look at this. Before we knew how to create the beam, we understood how it was supposed to work, right?" Harold asked me as he went back over to where we had been working and sat down.
"Sure, we used to model, so we knew what we would be looking for. What about it?" I asked as I walked over to join him, standing behind my chair.
"So, I have been suspicious about Helsin for a very long time. I decided to see what would happen if someone tried to use his game after we had changed. The first person I tried could not enter the game," Harold said as he pulled up the same simulation that we had just witnessed.
"What is that supposed to mean? No one can play the game?" I asked.
"Shut the fuck up for a moment, and let me explain before you question!" Harold growled.
I really didn't like when he acted like this, and I was close to backhanding this idiot out of his chair. That is what would happen right now if this wasn't so damn important.
"Fine, tell me then, Smartass," I growled.
Both of us had gotten into a few fistfights over our work in the last ten years but now was not the time. Whatever the know-it-all had figured out, it wasn't good.
"I had to try five signatures before one work and after doing a study," Harold explained, and a map of the world appeared on the screen.
There were a lot of red dots on the map, but from what I could see, a third of them were blue.
"Only one-third of the population will actually be able to play the game. It looks like it was too much to add all humans, so they restricted it to the largest portion of people with the same frequency. Now, look at this," Harold instructed me, pointing at the same screen as all the red dots vanished.
I waited, but it seemed to be my turn to speak.
"Okay, but what does this have to do with us. What does it matter if he fucks over one-thirdone-third of the world from this game? Won't someone else just make a game after that is far superior? We will have limitless potential, right?" I asked, feeling my chest get heavy.
"This is the same simulation that we just ran, Zack! This is what will happen if Helsin uses this with his game, but that isn't the only thing. If he does do this, I am sure that he will make it, so he is in control! Do you think that son of a bitch is going to let us do what we want?!" Harold shouted as he jumped up from his chair.
The implications of what had just happened started to become all too apparent as the ice started to run through my veins. As I glanced at Harold, I broke out in a cold sweat, and he nodded in agreement.
"Now you seem to get a glimpse of what is actually going on here. To trust one of the richest men in the world that can see nothing but his own ambitions is foolish," Harold told me as we stared eye to eye.
"What can we do?" I asked, not really sure what we would do from this point, but Harold didn't have a good answer.
"To that, I don't know. It's not like we can tell anyone, and now that he has what he wants, we don't have many choices. Tomorrow both of us are going to look into this and try to figure out some way to stop him from doing this. For now, we have tests to run," Harold said after a long sigh.
"What do you mean, tests?! After everything, you just told me, and now we are going to perfect it?!" I stammered, not sure what this Looney Tune was up to.
"What choice do we have? Even if we can't stop him, at least some will survive. We can try to fight him after that, but if the Megatron Pulse fails, then we are all gone. No matter how much we hate him, there is the rest of the world to think about," Harold explained, but that didn't make me feel better.
This was worse than I could have ever imagined, and if it was true, I wasn't sure I could stop him, but we had to try. I did not want to be responsible for the demise of all humanity.
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