He snapped his fingers. "Just like that. Bam." He snapped his fingers again.

Chris had temporarily transferred back to his old workplace. After establishing the machine was potentially up to the task, he had to continue research and development of the rockets or the shuttle that would bring it into space. He did the research in the office he set up many years ago. Most of the important books were still on the ground, in stacks based on subject and alphabetical order of title. After absorbing as much information as he could find about energy supply and the advanced designing and assembling of a space ship, he returned to the workshop. The blueprints of his wormhole machine and rockets had been pinned to the wall. The blueprint of the wormhole machine was printed out in different sizes. They were all filled with handwritten comments, question and adjustments. His desk, located beneath the prints, was stacked with other files, calculations and drawings.

"I've been busy establishing how much of each material I have in stock at this point. I know there's a few locations spread over the US where I could take whatever I needed. I'll probably have to do that in a few months, but for now I'm not too worried." He put down the controller for the robot that was currently tightening the screws on the second missile. He looked at the camera and shook his head.

"Anyway, I've come into a few mechanical speed bumps in the past four weeks. Nothing too major, but it did require some extra tinkering on C-8 over there", he said while gesturing over his shoulder with the thumb of his tight hand. "If I'm honest with you, there's no reason to complain. Sure, it's not going nearly as fast as I hoped it would go, but not even close to being as slow as I feared. All in all, we're going steady. Slow but steady." He softly scratched over the skin between his eyebrows.

"I've also managed to cut some weight of the WHM. I'm getting closer to a sustainable weight, but the more it weighs the more it goes at the expense of precision. And that... that is obviously crucial to the entire plan. If the machine isn't assembled in the exact same way as it is here, the results could be catastrophic. It could mean the wormhole erupts... in the best scenario nothing happens. In this worst-case scenario..." he swallowed. He didn't have to finish the sentence.

"The batteries that are going to power that thing are actually the strongest in the world right now. It took me a few years as a side project, but I've managed to create something so powerful it will be able to charge the WHM. I'd like to take a jab at all the scientists who've been working on alternative energy sources for tens of years with thousands of people, but on the other hand... I took most of their work and expanded on that. It's probably fair to mention the tiny 150-year head start I've gained on them since." He grinned at the camera. "Sadly... even then, with that astronomically powerful battery, the WHM demands so much energy that I only have one shot at succeeding the moment we get into space. And considering the way all the other parts have been manufactured... if it fails, I'll have to build everything again", he sighed softly, "from scratch. It probably wouldn't be that bad..." he stared at the floor, his eyes closed. "Anyway, we've got to remain optimistic." He got off the chair and headed back to the rocket, rubbing his hands. "Considering how far I've managed to come so far, there should be no stopping me now. Oh, sorry, C-8. Stopping us now."