I was a young woman in an alternate universe Paris The year looked like the late 1800s. The entire city began to shake. I could see all the buildings begin to sway and tremble and bridges began to snap, foundations began to crumble and roads began to collapse. I was with a pilgrim who was searching for his new girlfriend. We were running into buildings, desperately trying to find her. Finally, we arrived and she was somehow asleep on her bed with her pet cat. I realized that my baby was still at home. Debris was flying through the windows, taking peoples heads off left and right. I found my baby and ran straight to the palace. It was a giant modern mash-up of Versailles. I ran inside. It was abandoned. I ran up to the palace bedrooms. They were empty. Outside as buildings came crashing down, a Godzilla came roaring into view. It's red cheeks and purple eyes could be seen even through the smokey daze of the ruined city. I had to hide. I felt like the Godzilla was looking for me. The paintings in the wall said, "Don't forget Cleopatra." But I had no time for their nonsense. I ran to the back of the Queen's bedroom, and lo and behold, in her closet was a glass elevator. I knew my best chance was to stay underground. I climbed in, with my baby wrapped up in a bed sheet, I pushed the basement button. It descended quickly, traveling through glass rooms where I could look out and see the monster's destruction. It reached the lowest level and stepped out. I opened the doors to find robot guards. They were low on power and did not give much of a protest to my sudden appearance. I reached the bedrooms and found the princess asleep. I soon found the Queen and King, also asleep. I work them up gently to tell them the bad news, but they did not believe me. I knew the destruction of our city had to do with the speaker voice. His presence was had been ominous for the first day his voice echoed throughout the streets and alleys of Paris. I was sure he was the one to blame for this tragedy. His hubris, his reckless experiments, his desire to play God had ended in death. But then a voice inside my head told me to find the twin princes. "Cleopatra!" I yelled, thinking about the time the girls in Cleopatra circle played a mean trick on her and dyed her feet and hair red. I opened the doors to find the princes on their computers. It had been them, they were the speaker voice. They had unleashed their science projects onto the streets of a defenseless Paris!
They got a stern talking to. After which, when looking through old photo albums and the death of my child, I realized I was a ghost, for I had been the palace's nanny 100 years ago.
