Deftly, his practiced fingers unhinged the lock on the large, wooden chest that held the secrets of his origin.
His skin buzzed from the elevated nanobot activity in his veins.
Almost automatically the adrenaline boost activated to increase his heart rate and ensure total focus. “Better than a triple espresso,” he would brag to the cell-based skinners at on Drakmar VI.
The lock wasn’t the real threat. The box contained nano viruses. The NVs would reprogram his ‘bots to kill him. Bad way to go.
Removing a long thin tube, he unraveled a sheet of material so thin it appeared to be two dimensional. Slowly he lowered to horizontal material across and through the chest.
The material singed an ugly dark mottle as he passed it through the box before it self-ignited with a hissing crackle.
Seventeen years he had been searching for this box. All his money, all his time, what was left of his humanity and now it was here in front of him.
Activating the cam inside his ocular implant for posterity he simultaneously reached into the past and into his future…