"Constant"

When did everything start changing? I left, the dials and switches on my device were working properly, the little meters gaguing everything ,calibrated perfectly, when i went to retire last night. Yes, the years spent on each and every little calculation, all the effort spent to get the parts I needed to make my dream come true were finally coming to fruition, but, i never in my wildest dreams expected this. No, the table-my god, it did used to be a table, right? - bowed and swayed in tune to the droning, the gentle whirring of gears. I put on my goggles, specialy designed to see the vibrations given off by my glorious machine.
But how did it get turned on? Wait. How did it even get finished?
I did leave the parts out last evening, did I not? Now...
I watched in fascination as the thing did its work, bending the laws, adjusting the constants till they were mutable beneath my hands, all of physics just a clay to be modelled to my own whims.
But no, this isn't right. i didn't design it for THIS...
I couldn't take my eyes off of it. How could such a beautiful thing actually have been created by my hands? The colors, the shapes of bending reality and shifting paradigms had me completely captivated.
No no...I won't let this happen. The parts aren't even in the right place. The elements are wrong. I have to stop this. I reach a shaky hand towards it...
And feel beneath my fingers the fibres of life itself. I touch them warily, feeling the pulse of all living things brushing against my hand, the pulse gently synching with my own rythem. I can feel it...i feel the very spark of all life...in everything. I pull, and I feel soft shifts, renewed vigor flowing from one form to another.
NO...I feel death, Draining from the living things of this reality into another, stirring unliving flesh into action. I could almost hear their thoughts coming through, dark, hungry, and urgent. I had to put and end to this. I picked up a chair, raising it up to destroy...
How could I even consider doing this? The wonders that were being promised were like none i could imagine. I feel the chair start to mold in my hands, becoming...what was it changing into? I'd never seen such a thing, this creature warping, melting into itself, thoughts floodinging my mind with images of treasures, of power, of control over the very forces of all things, and i shuddered...
This wasn't mine. I did not do this...I tried to focus through the power and psychich energies flowing freely into my brain, eyes shut tightly to block out the visions being forced into my head, buring itself deep into my memory, my concious thoughts being subverted...i had to concentrate...
But why was i fighting this? The beatuty of chaos. Otherworldly beings of such great power wanted to share with us their madness...To resist seemed to be simply wrong. Perhaps I SHOULD give in, and let the untold horrors embrace and destroy...I could be their way, the portal. i could let them in...