The message box beeped.

Curious, he wasn't expecting any calls, let alone anonymous messages.  He flipped the switch for playback.

"Monkey cabbage Australia"  Gibberish.  He reached for the machine as it slipped into thickly accented Arabic.  His arm slowed, finger almost at the playback switch.  It would not move any further.  The machine flowed into hypnotic Latin and smoothly transitioned into Bach 15 and 15, or something eerily similar.

This was beyond simple hypnosis.  He had no idea how much time elapsed - seconds, hours, years - the concepts merged.  His mind raced, threadlike hallucinations, world lines, possible futures and probable pasts converged, danced and separated before his eyes.

Finally, the machine returned to an English dialect: the ancient recorded voice of an actor playing in an almost forgotten cult fiction.

"Warp 1"  The pause was both agonizing and pure bliss.  He wanted it to continue forever and to have never happened.  It did both.

He remembered the voice belonged Patrick Stewart.

"Engage"

The final gears clicked into place.  He had caught the Universes attention and was now pinned by its gaze.

Bob transcended.  And he took the Earth with him.