He was systematically destroying the things around. Many of my junior scientists looked fascinated by the cheek of this berserk man. His hairs were wild, as he was crushing each and every of our solutions very precisely. His hands were bloody due to the glass pieces but he did not seem to care. He jeered and cursed us, but continued destroying the biological and chemical goodies around.
By what hook and crook he managed to baffle the stone hearted guards inspired admiration from my side. With his piercing look, he observed us around. We were standing with our folded hands mildly and without much concern, only feeling guilty of the impending doom. He jerked one of the junior scientist by collar, the young lab researcher was little aghast, but the mad man didn’t hurt him.
Tears started pouring out of his eyes. “My unborn son with his mother, my only relatives on this planet, what harm could that toddler have done to your boss? Why them? We never resisted.”
The junior scientist was shame faced. He tried not to look at his attacker, but he could not escape from his gaze. The white lab coat was filled with the blood from the hands of the berserker.
He suddenly let go off his grasp and looked around in my direction. His face suddenly molted in anger.
“YOU THERE, YOU WILL FACE HELL FOR YOUR CRIME. I FROM MY HEART CURSE YOU THAT YOU WILL NEVER STAY HAPPY REST OF YOUR LIFE AND THE ONCOMING AFTER LIFE. LET ALL YOUR FUTURE GENERATION STAY IN DOOM AND DESPAIR. I CURSE YOU, YOU STANDING THERE.” He pointed his finger in my direction.
That was the last gesture he ever did in his life. After that his pointed hand flopped down, so did his entire body. His body was switched off in one jiffy microsecond.
The doors opened. The guards came in their usual over hooded black overall. They pulled the undead body and took it to the human refinery where he would be brought back to life with the memory of his wife and son permanently erased, as though his each memory erased, and he would be recruited in the so called elite troop of the guards of Mr. Fertilizer, the boss of this world.
I could not face the man even in his lifeless condition. To say the least, I was more than rankled. I jeered at myself, how I could ever manage to stay rankled by these curses as I should have developed a thick skin, as there were so many of those curses. The young scientists were little embarrassed when they looked at me. Neither I could meet their eyes, nor could they mine or for that matter each others’.
The scrubbers came into the room. They would analyze the destruction and by tomorrow, we would get new equipments, equipments which would aid us to create a bigger, larger holocaust than the previous one.
“I think I would need some rest. So I am going back home.” I told one of the juniors. He nodded. I was tired, tired to aid in slaughter any more.
I can tell you without any shame that I am the worst sinner in this whole universe throughout its entire history.
But I had to. If I didn’t my baby won’t see another day at her college about which she joyously reports me every single day. Nor would my son be a pilot. They would flop just like that bloody man did, end of the chapter and get converted, never to be seen by me and Revati again. I am a human being. I love my children more than others’ children. I won’t sacrifice them for a nobler cause. I won’t and I can’t.
I feel sorry and guilty for that guy but I couldn’t help him and won’t. My ass is more precious than his. I love my life, Survival of the fittest.
But I must say I am more than just guilty, I am flabbergasted, and that too by the creation of these hands, my own ruddy invention!
Those days as an under graduate were full of heat, heat to make some genius invention and pry into mysteries of nature and win accolades from the world around. I got all that and some more.
I am a microbiologist; to say specifically I am an epigenetic makeup inventor. I am a specialist in that line.
What I do exactly is when a child is in mother’s womb and out, I introduce set of chemicals that would directly stick above your DNA and it can switch on and off different features in your child’s life. It was indeed a noble task at the time of his creation.
Some materials without changing the DNA could switch on and off different functions! If your child is going to be obese as you were smoking heavily at the time of his birth, my invention could switch off that code of obesity and enhance the code of increasing life from the very first and primary cell. So you can smoke till your guts have cancer without affecting your child. Your child can have beautiful features inspite of her DNA saying contrary. But this was possible only in those stages of birth. There was no way we could do what we did to that man.
All due to a single person, whose inferiority complex knew no bounds. He could not face a girl, stutter when in front of an audience, no friends, poor background and unfortunately for the world a brilliant mind.
I was the only associate he ever knew and we both changed the face of the earth, drastically and for the worse for the human kind. He invented the remote control to the human life. We had no problem with a young developing young fetus, we injected the sticking particulate that would enter his very first cell, and would be divided along with the cell division. With adults we injected it through a feeble virus, it spread through each of the cells, it evolved and survived. It started taking food from the cell and became self reliant. We needn’t bother with its growth; it could take care of itself. Now you could decrease the blackness of your skin drastically without undergoing a plastic surgery. Wanna change in the colours of your newly growing hairs? We can do many things with living cells because we had the remote control to the human life.
I never knew he would do what he did next. Our lab, or later the company we established had all the remote controls to that nano-tech engineered structure which we incepted in each child and adult alike. We patented the technology and that was my mistake because it gave us great power over human lives. They came in with their requests to change their upper lip or wipe out their zits. We with our remotes and supercomputers changed their algorithm of their life. During this whole time I never had any idea what that inferiority complex-ed guy was planning.
One night he called me. He showed me a mouse injected with the nano structured material. He switched off all its DNA codes. It was lifeless. After few minutes he again switched it on, it scurried back to its favourite place inside the cage.
I was horrified. He gave a very nasty smile to me. I ran, ran far away from him.
But I must say that I packed my bags and ran away with my wife and kids as far away as possible. I forgot to take the remote controls that can govern our lives. I hate to say that these things can be controlled like a long distance phone calls. But telecommunication has also advanced much, now we cannot cut communication by cutting phone wires or manipulating the waves. Where ever you go, on earth at least, it follows you. He hunted me down.
It was then he murdered his first human being, later he brought him back to life, it was a freak magic show. So he used the clients who forced others to undergo injections.
Lotteries, game shows, massive advertisement, hook, crook and fear of life, temptation and terror, he used every method to make the world bow down in front of him.
He lives in a heavily guarded castle, a massive supercomputer which is also heavily guarded, along with a password so that only he could operate, he has his own bunker, you cannot drone him because he has spies right on your President’s face. If anyone around you is an important leader, that it must be assumed by you that either he himself is the spy or surrounded by them. This was the case few years ago. Now Mr. Fertilizer, the destroyer of the weeds needn’t worry as 99.9% humanity is injected.
He can convert us without killing us. But it won’t give him the pleasure to kill a man. But you may ask how a dead returns back to life? For that you must know how you die. Your heart stops working, you don’t receive blood; your cells crumble from the want of oxygen. But here your blood cells stop at the same time that your skin cells or for that matter the brain cells, there is no question of dying of want of oxygen. It’s simply an inverted comma to your life, a gap. He searches new algorithm, sees which can suit him better and applies it on the undead.
He is presently doing every vile and vicious thing that crafts his fantasies and his perverted mind.
I haven’t exactly told the children what I actually do to earn my livelihood, though they seem to know it as others won’t become their friends. No one would want to be friends with people whose father plays with others’ life.
I have lived a life full of regret but I cannot change its flow. All I pray for is dengue or old age to kill him. Nothing else could. But even if he was to die, he won’t leave the world without a predecessor, would he?
Alienman 