Cyber Chronicles 2: Prime Voyage

Chapter 30: Present

Lincoln stood in front of the imposing statue of Obsune, his eyes tracing the intricate details of the titan king's majestic form. The statue seemed to radiate a palpable sense of power and mystery.

Obsune's history had become an obsession, a puzzle that begged to be solved.

Over the past hours, Lincoln had combed through countless books and ancient texts within the library, searching for any information about ModCytron and its mission to Earth. He knew it was a classified mission, and his expectations of finding concrete details were low. Still, he couldn't help but hope for even a glimpse of insight into the origins of the enigmatic lifeform.

Yet, his efforts had yielded just a handful of cryptic references and vague allusions. ModCytron remained shrouded in secrecy, its true nature and purpose concealed within the deepest layers of Alvanian history.

Lincoln sighed, realizing that some secrets might never be fully unraveled.

Amid his fruitless search for ModCytron's origins, Lincoln had stumbled upon a fascinating revelation about Moderators. The very title suggested a role of governance, and his curiosity led him to delve deeper into their existence.

As he pored over the ancient texts, he discovered that Moderators were not just mere observers of the universe but wielders of influence through an indefinable chain of command. They possessed a subtle control over the course of events in the universe, their actions quietly shaping the destinies of worlds and species.

One particular revelation piqued Lincoln's interest—their involvement in the selection of energy manipulators. The knowledge resonated with him, as he had always wondered why he, of all people, had been chosen as the one of this era.

It was an extraordinary gift, one that had altered the course of his life in ways he could scarcely comprehend.

Yet, as he delved deeper into the lore of Moderators, he realized that his selection might not have been solely the work of ModCytron. Instead, it appeared to be part of a grander cosmic design, orchestrated by these enigmatic beings who held the threads of the universe in their hands.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder: What destiny was he meant to fulfill? Was he failing to do so?

Lincoln pondered the implications of this newfound knowledge. It raised more questions than answers. How did Moderators choose energy manipulators? What was their ultimate purpose, and how did it connect to the fate of Earth and Alvanian?

The wind rustled through his hair, a gentle reminder of the world beyond the confines of Alvanian. Lincoln's thoughts drifted to his family, and his heart ached with the longing to be with them. His wife and his son were always in his thoughts.

He couldn't help but wonder how Naomi was coping, knowing that for him, time flowed differently here. What felt like weeks to him amounted to mere moments for her. The thought of their separation weighed heavy on his heart.

"Dev..." Lincoln whispered to himself, a mix of love and sadness in his voice. "Maybe once all this is over..."

He recalled a conversation he had with Dexter, a conversation that had offered a glimmer of hope in the face of uncertainty.

"But Dex, will this ever be over?" Lincoln had asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

Dexter's response had been unwavering, his smile a beacon of optimism. "It sure will, man. It'll take time, but it'll be worth the wait."

Lincoln sighed, his hope tempered by the harsh reality they faced. "Hope is all we have, huh?" he mused, his tone somber.

Dexter's conviction hadn't wavered. "Yes. But I'm promising you this, over my grave. When our children grow up, they will partake in a world of peace and tranquillity."