Well, it was not a comfortable ride. I was squished between two highly obese bespectacled fatsos, as we were of to the Nyay mandir road (temple of justice) in a pom pom. It was raining, and on the top of it the rickshaw driver seemed to be drunk, as he was zooming along the road past the cyclists and motorist, swearing at every other street walker. It was close to nine. So, thank lord for that, traffic density was less as every one was busy watching their favourite interactive TV soap, in which the game show individually played with each and every watcher. That 3-d virtual reality show was a huge hit; it got the highest trp ratings. He had to acknowledge, that the shows were getting creative. Now you could tamper with your favourite saas- bahu saga, and develop changes in a way you like, you can then place it on internet and coax as many people as you can as you want. Plus you can introduce yourself as a character that would change the plot. It was a huge business. On net, you can chat with all your friends as if they lay in your own bedroom. You can do practically anything with the help of that instrument. He also had to admit that their organization of The Bespectacled community was doing poorly. Many of the spectacled poor kids have undergone the laser operation, and entered into the main stream entertainment. It was used practically every where. You no longer needed to visit Singapore for visual delight, down town there was a swimming pool, aided with virtual reality and people with fewer clothes they could create a full blown beach out of it. Slowly and steadily people never came out of their home, or at least their society. There was eerie silence all the time. The most struck were the youth, who never even came out of their bloody room. They felt that whatever feeling they wanted to satisfy could be done with the help of their computers.
Someone jerked at his collar. He was jerked out of his reverie. They have reached their destination. He emerged out of the covered rickshaw.
It was a huge palatial building, with many de-luster –ed stones. There were three doors. They were to go through the centre one. He climbed the stairs, behind one of the fat man; of course they took care of expenses of the ride. It was a faintly lit hall. The main counter table was pulled out; the stacks of books were pushed into the back room, to create a space for the few hundreds of the spectacled gathering, one of the largest in the country. It was the vadodara municipal library, and it dealt with pure, unhampered hard bound or soft bound, some musty, some yellow paged, some crow eaten, some rain drenched, some recently new (there was no new publication left, as the publishing companies had also fallen to the new computer gig, now you can visualize your story characters, and also change their lives in a way you want, now Voldemort can kill Harry Potter, once and for all and also Romeo and Juliet could choose to live forever.), some treasured old. Books were burnt, sold and resold by everyone alike. If you don’t like mathematics you could change it according to your own wish and your assumptions and create a world based on those assumptions, you could even dream of winning a Nobel for that. The night sky could be altered in a way you want, if you want the moon to be near, for a truly romantic experience, dang the laws of Newton’s gravitation, you can do as you want. But that library was the purest thing in the Sanskari nagari.
The crowd sat in a circular arrangement, with a centre podium that was of course the place where the speaker would address the gathering. There was nervous excitement in the air, something big was going to happen that day. They have fallen on some huge secret, which would shatter their world forever. He felt himself with gut-chilling anticipation. Some hooded men entered the room, with a dome shaped iron arrangement; they were carrying it on their shoulders. Behind him came the speaker, the founder of this organization and one of the first enlightened being to know that something was amiss. He was a tall fine man, with stout shoulders and slender body having a greatly arresting personality. He strode with confidence and reached the top of the podium. As soon as he reached the top, a small scrawny boy came with a mike in his hand. He tapped the mike, it was heard in every of the muffled speakers.
“Hello, mike testing, mike testing, one two three okay, okay.”
Then he handed the mike to the speaker. He also tapped it on or two times before he began
“Hello, my dear enlightened citizens of this world; I welcome you all and thank you for not falling into the grave trap of temptation by those who do not have the third eye. (Those who do not wear specs) Today, I have some important announcement to make.”
Every one nodded in excitement.
“… it has been brought to my notice that the people who do not wear specs are just pawns in the larger game played by the creatures even vile than the one who are creating huge profitable businesses on our expense.” He flicked a finger to the hooded men.
They removed the brown ragged cloth from the huge dome shape structure. Every one gasped when they saw what it contained. Inside it were large number of small pixy like creatures, who were continuously in motion, in the cage.
“… There happens to be no new technology that shook this world. Inside every computer, inside every 3-d computer set, there are these vile aliens that have been inhibiting this earth for quite a few times. They ooze out particulate substances that strikes the eyes and coaxes it to believe that the two dimensional TV screen is a 3-d image, this 3-d image is just a trick, all they want to do is get our attention, as it enters the eye, it bites on our blood cells, causing a neuro-toxin to emerge, so as a result we are unable to see through the trickery. Now, our spectacles shield us from these particles to enter. The particles so injected would live on our body, and out from it emerge new born pixies, killing us in the process. We are able to see them clearly because of the specs, they are not able to deceit us with their vicious particulate rays. They have been in existence for a very long time on the earth, but they have gained consciousness very recently. Previously they resided in the deserts, where we were prone to loneliness and mirage effect. Those mirages were caused by these creatures only. We have to stop them, and I need volunteers, volunteers to fight for this great battle against them. So are you ready to destroy them.”
Every one raised their hands. This meant ‘yes’, of course they did not want to get attention.
“Now for a full blown assault, we have to…”
Before he could complete, cries were heard from outside.
“What the hell?”
The front door exploded with a huge bang, those near the doors were thrown away by the impact.
“Kill the bloody Pakistanis.” One of the assaulter roared.
It was a slaughter, they killed as many as they could, we the bespectacled community were Pakistani spies in their eyes, eyes which were altered by those pixies.
One of them pointed a gun directly at my forehead.
I said “I am ready to surrender.” That meant that I had to give the objective of entering the country. He came to me, looked directly in my eyes, and hit me with the butt of the gun. I blacked out.
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I was in some sort of jail, without my spectacles. They have clipped open my eyes with pins, so that they could not be shut, I knew that I was constantly bombarded with the pixy radiation, I knew I would be dead in few months.
I could see protuberance on various points on my body, and along with it the rising pain, my last moments would be torturous, it would be worst sort of death.
In few months entire human race would die, and a new species would raise on the carcass of the older one, as with dinosaurs, so with human beings.
Alienman 