Year 2058
“Oh my god, are you like a mutant like the one from that movie…..” one lady asked. I was quite used to those kinds of questions those days. I sacrificed 2 whole years of my life to taste the fruits of it. Actually I used to think that the sacrifice made by me was perhaps less than 2 seconds. Because even I didn’t know how it happened. All I knew was this. I was trapped in a glass cylinder for like last 2 years. It was quite comfortable though. It was equipped with entertainment devices, food items and other daily necessary goods. Only thing was, all the time in the whole day I was being watched by someone. Well, it was not like a zoo, where kids used to come. All my visitors were aged, Jurassic, bald geniuses. Well, those guys were some kind of scientists. But why were they watching me all the time? Was I like to experimental rat or something? I wished. At least they didn’t have experiment done on them 24X7 for 2 years. Most of them are declared successful or dead. With me, it was like they weren’t satisfied at all. I mean I wasn’t a failure or something. Hear this. I used to get struck by hundred types of shells and bullets daily; I used to get many kinds of shocks and radiations daily; they also used to try all kinds of pills on me. But it wasn’t my fault that their efforts were failing.
Well, one fine night when I was working in my lab, I got this cool ability. I COULD HEAL now. Many of you might think of this as some experiment that I did on myself or some laboratory malfunction or something like that. But, let me clarify. I was watching a movie in the lab on that occasion, as I clearly remember. There was no chemical or radioactive material in my lab, just a bunch of computers (box, we called them) for running some simulations. I fell asleep while watching movie. Next day I woke up, and as one might guess, I fell down from the chair on which I was sleeping. I got a pretty bad cut on my arm due to something pointy on the box. I stood up to look for some first aid. But before I went to facilities room, it was gone. The cut was gone. Now, you tell me, did I look like some mad scientist to you? No, right? I used to do the same stuff in the same chair every night for a month before and was that the result? I didn’t think so.
But whatever happened at that night, I was officially qualified as a freak. Even after a year, people, and many times the people who knew me before, kept asking me, “Are you like mutated specie”… (“Yo man, you know human evolution, I am just ahead of the curve”) or “Are you a robot”… (“Cut the crap lady, I am as much man as your man” in my mind but to her “I am an agent sent by god, I was sent to end all pains of this humanity. Thou shall bow to me now”) or “Will you be able to survive without food for a year” (and this he did after inviting me for dinner… What was I supposed to say? It was delicious food out there. I just gave him something satisfactory, “I can generate energy from any kind of source. May it be food, or sunlight or even just energy of universe which I have learned to receive after a lot of meditation”) Man, they used to believe in any kind of crap that I told them. It took me some time to learn what actually satisfy few people, but it was worth it. The laughing that keeps on going in your head after looking at their faces is irreplaceable. But I was forgetting something. I was exponentially spreading the news of my ability to everyone.
One fine day (or night), I woke up. It was complete dark out there. But that was my illusion. I suddenly figured out that my hands and legs were tied to something. I thought I was kidnapped by someone. But why me? I didn’t have much money for them; perhaps they wanted my parents to give them something. I shouted. Apparently they didn’t close my mouth. Why, I thought. I must have been in some place where nobody could have heard me. But through the black covering on my head, I could definitely tell that it was a lighted environment, and not some deserted jungle or ground. Where the hell was I? Answer came soon. Some police guys and some commando-type looking people were standing in front of me. I was now more scared than I was earlier. I mean what did I do? I didn’t break any law. “Come on, please, don’t send me in jail”, I begged in my mind. But apparently the story was little different.
“Look, I have family out there and there are few MLAs that are friend with my family. So, If you are just keeping me against my will or not even telling me what the hell did I do wrong, I am going to make a big trouble for you guys”, I tried to sound as confident as I can, but all I got was few giggles. “Don’t worry Mr. Khurana. The things will be completely clear after a few tests. All we are asking is your cooperation”, a man with white apron said. “Now, as we have heard, you HEAL. Am I right?” Now I got the whole picture in my head. I was like a mutant guy to them. They were going to experiment on me. They were going to use my genes or blood or bones or … what that existed… for reproduction of my abilities. They were going to perhaps clone me. They were… well, ideas were bursting in my head. But wasn’t sure what exactly these guys were up to. I was kind of a scientist. So, at least they should have taken my opinion into account. I mean, you just get some damn ability and you just turn from an experimenter to an experiment? It was utterly surprising.
Well, in that week, I lost many simple assumptions I used to do in my life. Before that, my life was happy-go-lucky type. I never ever bothered to think what might be above me or who was I working for. I just used to do my job and believe me, I was fine at that. Nobody used to ask any questions as I used to deliver things decently. Now, it was different time. I was a prisoner now. How I started to feel that? I was completely rubber coated with some material in a dark room, with no apparent opening. I mean, I was not psychic. I was not harmful to anyone. Sometimes they say that people with abilities or power are harmful. If they get their power out of bad intentions, it might be dangerous for the society. But, I didn’t even know how I got this damn ability. And the worst part… I wasn’t getting tired. People generally go to sleep when they get too exhausted. I wasn’t getting tired at all. I mean that was an advantage for me or was it some curse put on me, I didn’t know. I wasn’t even getting mentally tired. I wasn’t tired of thinking. I wasn’t tired of sensing everything. I wasn’t tired of bumping onto the walls in the hope that they would break one day. But they were watching. They sometimes tried to give me some shocks to make me unconscious. It worked, but only for few moments. Within a second, I used to come back to my senses.
I actually wanted to cooperate. But they couldn’t understand that. They just thought that I was a long lasting fighter type of guy. But, the issue was, my head wasn’t ready to sleep or stop. I tried to do some meditation stuff. But as soon as I used to do something like that, my heart beat would change, which used to signal them, and they used to come to wake me up. They wouldn’t listen to me at all. 3 months before, I was a guy, who was barely able to sit in a chair for 3 hours. Now, they asked me wake up for 3 months. Well, it was just the beginning. They started to take my blood samples. Well, I was obviously weighing lesser those days. But, my body was like in a survival mode. I wasn’t feeling anything at all. Needless to say, they wanted to check my survival skills as well. What came next…? I told already. Lethal weapons, DNA mutation techniques. First I was afraid, but then I became used to it.
Day 653 in that prison. I still remember the day as it was like a movie shooting cut on me each day. They brought something which recently some scientists in Russia managed to make. It was an Electrifying signal emitting gun. I was like a shock therapy that I suffered for so long, but in excess. More like 100 times lethal. I was chained from my legs and hands to the construction frame of a small room. Then, the gun was placed in front of me. Some calculations were being made by those guys. I liked electrical signals from college. But…, it was not a time for me to learn that. Many guys were congratulating each other. “This weapon transforms the energy of fuel in the gun into a real EMP, which is then directed in a single direction. The resonance of all such shock waves causes really high temperature and obviously a really high electric field. Now we here and now guarantee all of you gentleman… and ladies, that no object, no matter how hard or strong it is, its molecules will definitely loose the bonding and in the end the object will melt or evaporate. We have tested in on lead, titanium, steel bricks and also on some complex objects like organic substances and well… finally on a diamond. Ladies and gentleman, we give you the dissolver of everything and anything… EFSR1.8.”
They inaugurated the gun in front of me. Now, I was not sure how to react. The thing that could melt or evaporate anything! I mean, I could heal. But for me to heal there had to be some part of me existing. But it was immoral. How could someone say a prayer for death first and then kill him. “You devil… you animals… I am dying here… can’t you see”. “NOOOOOOOO….. PLEEEEEEESEEE” I shouted at first time during in last 3 months. They by then knew few tricks to mute me. Just give me a little shock dosage and strike on my head hard. “7… 6… 5…”, I saw. It was coming. “2… 1… FIRE”. I shouted “NOOOOOO”. But nothing happened. It just felt like intense shock. Something must have gone wrong. The whole room trembled like it was made of card board. The Electric filed at my body generated before it hit me, spread through the chains and into the whole building steel. It just blew off all the circuitry in building and the gun stopped. People were getting buried under the rocks. I just noticed that one of my hands just got free due to this earthquake-type incident. I just used all force in my life and pulled my other arm out of the latch. It got out, but was bleeding badly. But, it would heal, I knew. I got myself freed somehow.
I was looking at a portion of sky after a long time. Man it was good. I was ready to go. But then, I just heard the scream of a woman under a pile of what looked like beam-steel. Man she smiled at me at inauguration. I just pulled her hands and she came out. I was angry and definitely was not sure whether she deserved that gesture from me or not. She was about to thank me for this. But somehow I was not ready to accept that. “Am I a hero? Is this a way to treat a hero? Do you even know if there would be a superhero in this world?” I slapped her as hard as I can. She instantly fell down unconsciously… fortunately not dead. I came out. It was an island on which the building was placed. Lakshadweep was my guess. I just looked at that lady. I was not a hero. I was an experiment. The sincere student inside me was dead. Definitely I was not a scientist. But I controlled myself. I was not going to take revenge on anyone. After all, I was not hurt at all, I thought. I just jumped into the water and started swimming. I wasn’t sure how long the next shore was. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
“Oh my god, are you like a mutant like the one from that movie…..” one lady asked. I was quite used to those kinds of questions those days. I sacrificed 2 whole years of my life to taste the fruits of it. Actually I used to think that the sacrifice made by me was perhaps less than 2 seconds. Because even I didn’t know how it happened. All I knew was this. I was trapped in a glass cylinder for like last 2 years. It was quite comfortable though. It was equipped with entertainment devices, food items and other daily necessary goods. Only thing was, all the time in the whole day I was being watched by someone. Well, it was not like a zoo, where kids used to come. All my visitors were aged, Jurassic, bald geniuses. Well, those guys were some kind of scientists. But why were they watching me all the time? Was I like to experimental rat or something? I wished. At least they didn’t have experiment done on them 24X7 for 2 years. Most of them are declared successful or dead. With me, it was like they weren’t satisfied at all. I mean I wasn’t a failure or something. Hear this. I used to get struck by hundred types of shells and bullets daily; I used to get many kinds of shocks and radiations daily; they also used to try all kinds of pills on me. But it wasn’t my fault that their efforts were failing.
Well, one fine night when I was working in my lab, I got this cool ability. I COULD HEAL now. Many of you might think of this as some experiment that I did on myself or some laboratory malfunction or something like that. But, let me clarify. I was watching a movie in the lab on that occasion, as I clearly remember. There was no chemical or radioactive material in my lab, just a bunch of computers (box, we called them) for running some simulations. I fell asleep while watching movie. Next day I woke up, and as one might guess, I fell down from the chair on which I was sleeping. I got a pretty bad cut on my arm due to something pointy on the box. I stood up to look for some first aid. But before I went to facilities room, it was gone. The cut was gone. Now, you tell me, did I look like some mad scientist to you? No, right? I used to do the same stuff in the same chair every night for a month before and was that the result? I didn’t think so.
But whatever happened at that night, I was officially qualified as a freak. Even after a year, people, and many times the people who knew me before, kept asking me, “Are you like mutated specie”… (“Yo man, you know human evolution, I am just ahead of the curve”) or “Are you a robot”… (“Cut the crap lady, I am as much man as your man” in my mind but to her “I am an agent sent by god, I was sent to end all pains of this humanity. Thou shall bow to me now”) or “Will you be able to survive without food for a year” (and this he did after inviting me for dinner… What was I supposed to say? It was delicious food out there. I just gave him something satisfactory, “I can generate energy from any kind of source. May it be food, or sunlight or even just energy of universe which I have learned to receive after a lot of meditation”) Man, they used to believe in any kind of crap that I told them. It took me some time to learn what actually satisfy few people, but it was worth it. The laughing that keeps on going in your head after looking at their faces is irreplaceable. But I was forgetting something. I was exponentially spreading the news of my ability to everyone.
One fine day (or night), I woke up. It was complete dark out there. But that was my illusion. I suddenly figured out that my hands and legs were tied to something. I thought I was kidnapped by someone. But why me? I didn’t have much money for them; perhaps they wanted my parents to give them something. I shouted. Apparently they didn’t close my mouth. Why, I thought. I must have been in some place where nobody could have heard me. But through the black covering on my head, I could definitely tell that it was a lighted environment, and not some deserted jungle or ground. Where the hell was I? Answer came soon. Some police guys and some commando-type looking people were standing in front of me. I was now more scared than I was earlier. I mean what did I do? I didn’t break any law. “Come on, please, don’t send me in jail”, I begged in my mind. But apparently the story was little different.
“Look, I have family out there and there are few MLAs that are friend with my family. So, If you are just keeping me against my will or not even telling me what the hell did I do wrong, I am going to make a big trouble for you guys”, I tried to sound as confident as I can, but all I got was few giggles. “Don’t worry Mr. Khurana. The things will be completely clear after a few tests. All we are asking is your cooperation”, a man with white apron said. “Now, as we have heard, you HEAL. Am I right?” Now I got the whole picture in my head. I was like a mutant guy to them. They were going to experiment on me. They were going to use my genes or blood or bones or … what that existed… for reproduction of my abilities. They were going to perhaps clone me. They were… well, ideas were bursting in my head. But wasn’t sure what exactly these guys were up to. I was kind of a scientist. So, at least they should have taken my opinion into account. I mean, you just get some damn ability and you just turn from an experimenter to an experiment? It was utterly surprising.
Well, in that week, I lost many simple assumptions I used to do in my life. Before that, my life was happy-go-lucky type. I never ever bothered to think what might be above me or who was I working for. I just used to do my job and believe me, I was fine at that. Nobody used to ask any questions as I used to deliver things decently. Now, it was different time. I was a prisoner now. How I started to feel that? I was completely rubber coated with some material in a dark room, with no apparent opening. I mean, I was not psychic. I was not harmful to anyone. Sometimes they say that people with abilities or power are harmful. If they get their power out of bad intentions, it might be dangerous for the society. But, I didn’t even know how I got this damn ability. And the worst part… I wasn’t getting tired. People generally go to sleep when they get too exhausted. I wasn’t getting tired at all. I mean that was an advantage for me or was it some curse put on me, I didn’t know. I wasn’t even getting mentally tired. I wasn’t tired of thinking. I wasn’t tired of sensing everything. I wasn’t tired of bumping onto the walls in the hope that they would break one day. But they were watching. They sometimes tried to give me some shocks to make me unconscious. It worked, but only for few moments. Within a second, I used to come back to my senses.
I actually wanted to cooperate. But they couldn’t understand that. They just thought that I was a long lasting fighter type of guy. But, the issue was, my head wasn’t ready to sleep or stop. I tried to do some meditation stuff. But as soon as I used to do something like that, my heart beat would change, which used to signal them, and they used to come to wake me up. They wouldn’t listen to me at all. 3 months before, I was a guy, who was barely able to sit in a chair for 3 hours. Now, they asked me wake up for 3 months. Well, it was just the beginning. They started to take my blood samples. Well, I was obviously weighing lesser those days. But, my body was like in a survival mode. I wasn’t feeling anything at all. Needless to say, they wanted to check my survival skills as well. What came next…? I told already. Lethal weapons, DNA mutation techniques. First I was afraid, but then I became used to it.
Day 653 in that prison. I still remember the day as it was like a movie shooting cut on me each day. They brought something which recently some scientists in Russia managed to make. It was an Electrifying signal emitting gun. I was like a shock therapy that I suffered for so long, but in excess. More like 100 times lethal. I was chained from my legs and hands to the construction frame of a small room. Then, the gun was placed in front of me. Some calculations were being made by those guys. I liked electrical signals from college. But…, it was not a time for me to learn that. Many guys were congratulating each other. “This weapon transforms the energy of fuel in the gun into a real EMP, which is then directed in a single direction. The resonance of all such shock waves causes really high temperature and obviously a really high electric field. Now we here and now guarantee all of you gentleman… and ladies, that no object, no matter how hard or strong it is, its molecules will definitely loose the bonding and in the end the object will melt or evaporate. We have tested in on lead, titanium, steel bricks and also on some complex objects like organic substances and well… finally on a diamond. Ladies and gentleman, we give you the dissolver of everything and anything… EFSR1.8.”
They inaugurated the gun in front of me. Now, I was not sure how to react. The thing that could melt or evaporate anything! I mean, I could heal. But for me to heal there had to be some part of me existing. But it was immoral. How could someone say a prayer for death first and then kill him. “You devil… you animals… I am dying here… can’t you see”. “NOOOOOOOO….. PLEEEEEEESEEE” I shouted at first time during in last 3 months. They by then knew few tricks to mute me. Just give me a little shock dosage and strike on my head hard. “7… 6… 5…”, I saw. It was coming. “2… 1… FIRE”. I shouted “NOOOOOO”. But nothing happened. It just felt like intense shock. Something must have gone wrong. The whole room trembled like it was made of card board. The Electric filed at my body generated before it hit me, spread through the chains and into the whole building steel. It just blew off all the circuitry in building and the gun stopped. People were getting buried under the rocks. I just noticed that one of my hands just got free due to this earthquake-type incident. I just used all force in my life and pulled my other arm out of the latch. It got out, but was bleeding badly. But, it would heal, I knew. I got myself freed somehow.
I was looking at a portion of sky after a long time. Man it was good. I was ready to go. But then, I just heard the scream of a woman under a pile of what looked like beam-steel. Man she smiled at me at inauguration. I just pulled her hands and she came out. I was angry and definitely was not sure whether she deserved that gesture from me or not. She was about to thank me for this. But somehow I was not ready to accept that. “Am I a hero? Is this a way to treat a hero? Do you even know if there would be a superhero in this world?” I slapped her as hard as I can. She instantly fell down unconsciously… fortunately not dead. I came out. It was an island on which the building was placed. Lakshadweep was my guess. I just looked at that lady. I was not a hero. I was an experiment. The sincere student inside me was dead. Definitely I was not a scientist. But I controlled myself. I was not going to take revenge on anyone. After all, I was not hurt at all, I thought. I just jumped into the water and started swimming. I wasn’t sure how long the next shore was. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
