((Colab post with Wiz, again.))
	"One more step, and we're all dead." These were words no one would ever want to hear, especially on space station 13, a very volatile place where the insane, evil, and generally malevolent forces of the universe tend to pick on. The station had endured meteors, monsters, a cthulhulian horror, and an outbreak of the common cold. However, what Martin Robinson held in his hands, an EMP grenade, while standing next to the singularity holding device, would be the worst of it all. Martin had been accused of turning Scarred-Hide, a lizardman security officer, into a monkey using a dna-scrambler. An offence that was normally met with getting beaten to death by security, but Martin had managed to keep them at bay using SCIENCE! And a lot of explosives. 
	As such, he had managed to blast his way to the singularity containment area, and here, he was making his final stand. He knew he would die, but he if was going to, he'd take every asshole on this station with him. "I REGRET NOTHING!" Martin yells, before pulling the pin on the emp grenade. In a flash, the singularity was released....and suddenly, along with Martin, and the rest of the station, vanished, leaving every other living being, save for the slimes in xenobiology, floating in space.
        
            "...Shit." Head of security said, before the pressure difference of the vast emptiness of space killed all living beings, save for someone who had been turned into a space carp, a sort of space fairing shark. They simply flew off, to start a new life nibbling on space ships. 
                Martin, now flung though space and time, would find himself on a new planet. With a space station lacking power, and no food, he knew he'd have to venture out into...wherever the hell he had just landed.

The city itself looked much like what he knew Earth cities had once looked like. Busy asphalt streets, tall grey buildings, and cars everywhere. But even more unsettling than this sudden leap into a long-forgotten past, was the complete lack of people. It appeared that the entire place had been emptied out, and only the plants that now encroached on man's domain showed any signs of life. Furthermore, with the power out, there was no way to figure out his actual location, or whether this place was even real to begin with.

Nearby, standing out from the grey rows of broken-down buildings and crashed vehicles, was a large glass dome that stuck out over the rest. There used to be a large sign with some kind of name on it above this dome, but the words had been faded away into an unintelligible mess by the sands of time. The place looked slightly more home-y than the rest of this desolate place, however, as it appeared to be the only place with the lights still on. It might also contain answers as to where (or when) he was.

    "....Well, either I am in my own personal hell, or God's got a sense of humor..." Robinson says, before quickly moving thoughout the station, grabbing whatever useful supplies he could. Some body armor, very basic riot gear. good for stopping knives, and broken bottles, but little else. He also grabbed some knives, and a few bottles of alchohol from the bar, knowing that booze could make for a good weapon. Finally, he grabbed a jar, and headed to Xenobiology, and he placed in said jar, a small grey slime. Slimes were harmless, normally, until they got hungry. In which case, they became extremely dangerous, especially adult slimes, who could devour a human whole. But this slime, was a baby slime. Small, and pretty harmless. Along with the slime, he grabbed a monkey cube, a thing which, once given water, would form into a fully functioning, living, monkey. Perfect slime food.
    Now geared up, Martin ventured out, with a backpack full of knives, a slime, and a monkey cube. He head towards the dome, a knife in hand, and a gleam of a mad man in his eyes.

The facility was strange indeed. There was a large chainlink fence to dissuade intruders, although it didn't provide much of an obstacle. The guard post implied that there would have been more significant resistance, had this place not been empty. The inside was a spotless clean series of white laboratories, each locked behind a metal door. There also appeared to be a few observation areas. Frustratingly, each of these facilities was locked away from him, requiring some form of keycard and iris scan to open. While it might be possible to find a keycard within the facility, finding one of the original staff seemed to become less likely by the moment.

    Robinson was a tad annoyed. Had the station still had full power, he could create a large enough cyborg to rip those doors off of the hinges. The best he could do now wa-
    
    Wait a moment....he had an idea. A wonderfully twisted idea, but it relied on one thing. Looking around for any computers that were within his reach, not behind locked doors, he tried to search for pictures of the staff. "Maybe, with a picture, and a keycard, I could open those doors..." He mutters. It was worth a shot at least, and was far from his last resort, but this would require the least amount of effort. Which was good, as he was tired from almost ceasing to exist. Which this plan failed, as while in the space station, pictures were taken with advanced enough cameras that any scanner could be fooled, it appears these people used far more primative tech. "...Darn you, and your shitty cameras. Darn you." He growls, agitated. Taking a moment, he got another idea. He looked around for a source of water, something like a sink, or even a old water bottle. He didn't need much, he just needed some.
        
        Finding a water cooler, the kind most of the office workers on the station talked around, due to some old time earthen tradition, Robinson smirked as he pulled the monkey cube from his backpack, and watered it, a fully grown monkey appearing underneath the stream of water. He then, almost imedtiately, uncorked the baby slime, and ploped it onto the Monkey, which began to scream as the slime devoured it. After a few moments, the Monkey had vanished into the slime, who had more than trippled in size.
       
        "Hey there, you..." Robinson began, sweating. Slimes were known to attack humanoids, rarely, and without a propper weapon, he might be its next meal. However, they were also known to listen to those that fed them, so he had a 50/50 chance of this working. "You want more food? There's some monkeys behind those doors..." He says, pointing to some of the metal doors that barred his progress. The slime, hearing about more food, rolled towards the doors, and began trying to eat them, it's acidic body (hopefully) breaking apart the doors given a few minutes. After half an hour, the slime manages to finish though one door, it's heavy armor taking it a while to devour. Sated with this metallic meal, the slime wanders over to the water cooler, and begins to eat that, thirsty. 
        
        Martin now was able to enter into one of these labs, and notices a number of strange machines, and data banks. "Hmm...not quite what I had in mind, but this will do..." He starts, as he explores the lab, looking over the machines, trying to figure out what they did, and also hooking himself up to the databanks, via his robotic implants. What this did was allow him to surf the data from the comfort of his own mind, as he looked over the machines. Being a cyborg has some perks, after all. "All this, for a toy train?" He asks aloud, confused. Why so much effort put into this? Was this toy train some sort of artifiact? Did they get it from the Wizard's Union? Did this place have a Wizard's Union? So many questions, and a lot of answers, just not to the questions Martin was truly asking.

    Keeping all of the measurements saved in his memory, Martin begins to make a theory. "I need to preform some reasearch..." He states, heading back to the station. "Lots of research..."