A Quantum Heist

Mantraa was a brilliant nanotechnologist. He was making miniaturized versions of objects; totally functional in it’s original being.

This regeneration project, was groundbreaking. He called this machine “quanta-plotter.”

For safety Mantraa had hidden a tiny prototype of his invention in a cyberspace ; guarded under multidimensional grids and protected by “quanto-electronic codes.”

However, these codes c’d only be opened by spells 🪄 with synergistic sounds.

That meant , a sound resonance casted on earth but capable of modulating frequencies to the other-worlds.

Consequentially, some of those signals were capturing arbitrary sepulcher arsenals from deeper cyber space.

Something was coming!

Something dark to ruin everything!

It was this “inter-spatial-species,”fiddling with the quantum-electronic logics, attacking in a micro heist.

Striking thro those machines were these cyber entities, phantom assassins 👽 all unseen , yet, trying to manifest in random “mind over matter ,” catastrophes. At short order, it was apocalyptic!

“Where is this city of dirge so walled ,” the aliens 👽 appalled!

Remember, it was dark desolation, calling out from nowhere.

But until next, I shall keep intercepting with my withered hands, endlessly tapping to repair, another of those impinging nightmares!

This is -chipped—intelligence warding off, undetectable enemies at the quantum fields.