[ WP ] Mankind has succesfully deleted every trace of the year 2016 . You , a historian in the year 2416 begin to wonder why there are no records of the year 2016 ever happening . When you begin to investigate , what you uncover , sends chills down your spine .

Ray sighed, pushing his spectacles onto his forehead and rubbing his eyes. It had now been five and a half hours since he had discovered that the record was missing. He had worked through row after row of holo-records, searching for any hint or mention of the year 2016. 
 
 
 He opened his eyes and replaced his spectacles. The dim of the library enveloped him as he peered along the narrow aisle ahead. It had gotten dark whilst he had busied himself with the records; such was his intrigue and excitement that he had n't noticed. He glanced at his watch. `` Eleven thirty'', Ray muttered, running a hand through his hair. A librabot hummed soothingly nearby as it took records from a cart with it's rusty claws and placed them on the correct shelf. A small lamp glowed from it's midriff. 
 
 
 Ray caught himself with his eyes closed, swaying rhythmically on his chair. *Wake up..* Ray thought, *just a couple more, there has to be something here*. 
 
 
 He reached for another record, inserting the thin slide into the handheld screen laid across his knees. Ray leaned forward and brought his face before it. After a pause, the screen flickered with life. White static hissed up at him and he jumped. *Corrupt*, he thought, *typical. * But then a grainy image formed at the center of the static; it was tiny, could n't have been more than 1080p resolution. 
 
 
 Ray leaned closer once again, nose almost up against the screen. The gaunt and cruel face of a man loomed into frame. His eyes were set deep into his face, like small black beetles trying to escape from the light, and scraggily black hair clawed down from his forehead. Thin lips curled into a malevolent smile. 
 
 
 `` It is time.'' the man said, his shrill voice cutting through the silence. `` For all of you to understand the mistakes you have made!'' he finished, twirling and sweeping his arm around the room behind him, as if a crowd had assembled. Ray noticed that the man was quite alone, stood in what appeared to be a small control room. Coloured lamps flashed on the walls, and an array of buttons and levers protruded below them. Ray turned his attention back to the man. 
 
 
 `` You all laughed!'' the man shrieked. `` You all said that the world could not be changed by one such as I, and yet here I stand, accomplishing just that and more!''. *The guy is a nutjob* Ray thought, slightly alarmed at the man's unnerving behaviour. *What is he talking about? *. 
 
 
 The man grabbed the recorder and flipped it around to show the control panel laid out in front of him. A grid of screens surrounded a large keypad. `` Witness the greatest experiment in the history of mankind!'' the man squealed excitedly. Ray focused his eyes on one of the screens. His mouth fell open in horror. The screens showed city centers from across the globe, strewn with bodies. As Ray watched, fixated, one of the previously-motionless bodies rose to their knees and stood up. *Why was he lying down on the pavement? * Ray wondered, confused. 
 
 
 Other bodies had begun to rise too, shuffling away across marketplaces and down alleyways. Something very odd was happening. Ray's eyes were skimming across the scene when he saw it. A small metallic insect crawling up the neck of the teenage girl. He watched open mouthed, as the insect scurried into the girl's ear. He inhaled sharply as it went. The girl slowly got to her feet as the others had done. 
 
 
 A pale, bony hand reached down from out of shot and pushed a sequence of buttons on the center keypad. The screens changed. Ray's eyes widened as his breath left him. Now the screens displayed rows of large tubes, filled with some kind of thick luminous green liquid; and floating in each tube were.. `` babies..'' Ray whispered in disbelief. 
 
 
 A crash thundered through the library. Ray gasped and dropped the screen, which clattered to the floor and lost power. He stood, staring into the darkness around him. A low hum met his ears and he focused in on the sound in front of him. A dim lamp approached him from the end of the aisle. Ray exhaled with relief. *The librabot, of course. * 
 
 
 The bot glided towards him. `` Are you closing now?'' Ray asked. There was no answer. The bot continued, it's humming and whirring intruding on the silence. It was ten feet away. `` I'll get my things together and be straight out.'' Ray said warily. Five feet away. Ray frowned. Two feet away. Ray stumbled backwards, `` Hey! What are you..''. A rusty claw extended from the bot and closed on his wrist painfully. `` Ouch! What is the meaning of this? I want to speak to Operations immediately!'' Ray roared, tugging futilely at the claw with his free hand. 
 
 
 A robotic voice finally came in response. `` Master, I have found another.'' 
 
 
 
 

