Chapter 1 - Meet the Lord Evan. Crazy Physicist With Genius Brain

            His fingers are constantly moving. In order from little finger to index finger, tapping the origin of the work bench until it creates churning random that fills this room, complete with the distinctive friction of the flipped paper, as well as some sounds from the keyboard that are the basis for the finger dance, plus a very audible sigh that has a lot of weight in it.

            One of his hands with a tremor picked up mug not far from there, drained roughly the clear liquid inside, then huffily refilled the glass to return to another sip. Many times. Until it felt like the man wanted to vomit, but it didn't happen. To be honest, if vomiting could restore his sanity, he was willing to vomit many times a day.

            After throwing his tired body back on the chair, he tightened the coat he was wearing, his body was shivering from lack of rest. His thumb and forefinger clashed to lightly pinch the dry skin on his lips, leaving a wound that ended with a distinctive iron smell of blood.

            The man in his twenties closed his eyes tired, trying to sleep himself for a moment, but still couldn't. Cursed at his damn habit of not falling asleep when something bothered himself. Usually, if work interferes with the contents of his mind, he will work very hard for days, forgetting his sleep and stomach contents so that he can finish quickly and at least be able to hibernate to replace his chaotic sleep patterns a few days ago.

            But with his current job- what he regretted was why he wanted to be given such an impossible task, then the word sleep would really not be in his dictionary so he could die from exhaustion. Yes, it is, very, very possible.

            The man, Evan Bridgette, the Lord Bridgette was quite successful at a young age. Because he is twenty-nine years old, he has become a young physicist who is quite extraordinary because of the works and books he published about many things in this world. Which of course is still a debate for scientists because something like that cannot be taken for granted. There must be experiment and very, very concrete evidence.

            Making a time machine.

It sounded really, really crazy, and he cursed the insanity that would confidently succeed when offered the big project. Two years ago, and now he can't find anything, while his movements are being monitored by the world.

            Not infrequently he only slept once every four or five days, and even then because his body was unable to. His face was white, can't remember the last time he came out of his modern office just to take a sip fresh air. Instead of making the skin dry cause air conditioner in the room is always on.

            His eyes reddened, his hands continued to dance on a note filled with formulas that could not be understood by ordinary people. Don’t talk about layman, even he himself could not yet find the formula he had to create in order the project with the team now can succeed.

            With various theories that have emerged, humans appeared much earlier than when writing was invented. Eighty percent of history is lost. Of the twenty percent that exist, many things are still unknown at this time. The existence of gravity too, was only discovered by one of the famous physicists, Einstein, a few years ago. How could he, who was just a young physicist, with a crazy and impulsive mind, be able to create gravity in order to make a time machine?

There was an uproar that was revealed from social media, about an astronaut who was much older than his twin on earth. This is because a rocket needs a speed of about twenty-eight thousand kilometers per hour to get through the earth's atmosphere. If something moving closer to light travels, time will slow down.

            On the other hand, from the general theory of relativity from Einstein, namely the larger the object, the more it will cause the distortion of space and time. The greater the mass of an object, the greater the gravity produced, which means that the greater the gravity, the more it will affect the time distortion.

            So, building a time machine for the future is very difficult, because it requires a very, very large gravity, as well as a very, very high speed. Yes, maybe if he found a proper formula, and could explain how to make gravity, he could just build the time machine. But right now it was absolutely impossible to have that much energy and speed. An atomic bomb is only has a percentage of its energy if it is to be juxtaposed with the energy and speed to make a time machine.

            That's into the future.

            Not to mention the past.

            There is no theory that can explain how a person can return to the past.

            Again and again that man cursed himself for being impulsive when given this crazy project. His degree of boredom two years ago made him just accept the offer without thinking that he was not a god who could create crazy things in the blink of an eye.

            Maybe it could have been created, but who knows what year, maybe he was already in hell to atone for his sins. I don't know, that man didn't even believe in an inexplicable object called god.

Ah .. his head was about to break. He desperately needed some sunshine and got out of his study-slash-work for a while before he went crazy and ended up scrambling all the unsuccessful discoveries his team had been making over the past two years.

            "Where are you going, sir Evan?"

            “Go out”

            His coworker just nodded in understanding even though this was not the normal hour for someone to be hanging around. But who dared to fight him anyway. Besides, it seemed that people quite understood, yet the man had not seen the bridge of his nose in the past four months apart from his desk. Even he ate his lunch-before night still in his office.

            He was enjoying a cup of hot americano before his eyes rolled to see a group of people in their trademark field uniforms chatting with their superiors. Yes, he is currently working in a private organization where scientists from various fields gather, have their respective teams and then are assigned to make project which is practically crazy.

            "They ordered fifty tonnes" a person's voice over his shoulder almost made him spurt his coffee as it failed to enter his throat. He wanted to swear but he felt that his energy was wasted only to get a useless grin and an apologetic muttering in return.

            "Yellow Cake"Clearly his partner again. As if he knew what was on his partner's- a – year -  mind. "They ordered fifty tonnes, I guess that's why people were too curious there came today" Yellow Cake, a yellow flour that is usually accompanied by a dangerous symbol complete with the accompanying radioactive III description.

            “Fifty tons is too much, right? Is not that 235 is 0.7%? I think it's enough if it only takes seven point five kilograms, which means we only need to buy as much as one thousand to one thousand one hundred kilos.” Okay, he will apologize but Evan forgot the name of his partner, but actually he became interested in listening.

            Uraniumor what is commonly called the Yellow Cake. An element that shoots neutrons to destroy the atomic nucleus, resulting in a chain that eventually triggers a reaction that is very useful in energy production, one of which is what some physicists in their company are doing, for power generation to be distributed all over city.

            "Kazakhstan?" it means asking where they buy Yellow Cake. Because, yes ... that country is able to compete with Russia in the category of Commonwealth and independent countries. This country has 941,600 tons of uranium reserves per year 2015. Uranium production there has continued to grow from year to year. Naturally, they buy from Kazakhstan.

            "Yes"

            Yellow Cake which has two isotopes, 238 and 235, is enough to overwhelm them with backups. Since the isotope that can be used is 235, which is only 0.7% of the entire Yellow Cake, the rest belongs to the isotope 238. But having reserves of up to fifty tonnes is quite wasteful and a lot of money. Not to mention the storage and treatment of yellow 'flour' is quite troublesome because it is corrosive and dangerous.

            He took a slow sip liquid black in his hand while pensive. Various schemes appear in his mind, he is in a saturated phase to continue to be a money-making robot, which of course he doesn't know what the money is for because his parents died a few years ago. Getting married is not her option to continue living.

            The curious people referred to by their colleagues are the IAEA. International Atom Energy Agency. An international body or organization which they seek to promote nuclear energy peacefully, and discourage its use for any military purpose.

            After eavesdropping a bit, -please don't blaspheme this one man because his curiosity is also high- he discovered the fact that he said his company had reserved 'too much' to create a nuclear power plant that was 'sufficient' for citizens and outsiders around him. Yes .. of course those ridiculous excuses did not make the IAEA satisfiedmakes them have to talk in court, later.

            After seeing the horde of male men missing somewhere, his long legs again walked quickly, ignoring their colleagues who asked for their destination. To be sure, he just came into some room, borrowed a note and left his office.

            Again and again he felt boredom as a result of his routine like this continuously. Several crazy thoughts burst out, giving rise to unreadable chunks of smiles. Looks like he will have a little fun.