The whirring of the computer fans in the Agri Complex building was almost deafening.

It was nothing to hear

a pencil scratch on a paper here or there but all that was drowned out in the resulting volume. A man sat in a
dark corner of the huge room, away from view but not away from the noise and thought to himself, the vortex of
noise and equipment whirring away in unison. The man was utterly tensed; his ears were perked upright and
listened to the rhythm of the whirrs. He was searching for a mistake, minute as it might be, that would start him
off on an intergalactic journey. His fingers tapped at the keyboard and searched for the pattern. His eyes stared
intently at the screen and became deeply transfixed on the floating numbers. Even though he was staring at a
screen with numbers, he could see them clearly and see the pattern. His life was the result of finding patterns in
seeming chaos. It was this ability that allowed him to find patterns even in times of war. His eyes, after a while,
became tired of staring at the screen and his hand started tapping at the keyboard once again. He had to keep
doing this until he is positive that he could not harm the mission. The man heard a voice from the corner and it
brought him out of his trance like state. "Two minutes to go." The man nodded at the hidden speaker
somewhere at the corners of the room. The speaker was also an instrument that was placed around the globe in
case the mission had to be aborted. It was this very reason that the speaker was hidden. The man kept staring at
the screen, searching for a mistake. "One minute." The man continued to search. He wanted to hunt till the very
end, till the very last possible moment. He knew that he had the power to abort and this satisfied him. "Thirty
seconds." The man knew that the mission would most probably end in less than a few minutes. The next few
seconds were crucial. "Now." A loud whirring sound echoed around the room as the fans sped up. The man
stared at the screen but it was already displaying a totally unfamiliar pattern. " Abort." The word permeated the
man's mind and distracted him for a moment. He steadied himself and applied the necessary controls to erase the
past pattern from the screen and activate the correct one. The mission would go on uninterrupted. "Abort" the
voice echoed across the room and to the ears of the man at the corner. A few minutes later, the man re-entered
his office, never turning off the computer he had been working on.