Date : 12/8/2013
Time : 2:45 a.m. - 9:20 a.m
All action that ever occurred in the Chamber was magical. The boy had recently invented new laws in the field of quantum electrodynamics which was rejected by senior scientists in the scientific community. His room sized laboratory was filled with dynamic machines which worked upon his inventions, including a wooden humanoid - his first. As he went over to fetch the rooster costume his thoughts raced down the past when he and his friend would spend infinite hours in his Chamber defying current laws of the physical world and magically create new ones. Things that happened in the Chamber occurred nowhere else in the world, as if enchanted by a wizard’s spell. The boy and his friend’s eyes would beam in awe and excitement as they would watch the scarps of plastic drawing towards each other on a small iron grill and while doing so the same would emit heat and light. The ‘Double Finger Law’ which explained the utter strange motion of particles in electric field was the most recent one. A magnificent metallic model that exhibited the same existed in his Chamber. He even designed his wooden humanoid to run it.
The boy’s friend stood peacefully. Contemplating. He watched from his thick square rimmed glasses as the boy went ahead to stuff the rooster costume with cheese, his multi - hand wooden humanoid (that included dynamic cutting tools) and some of his other precious inventions that existed in the Chamber. All while doing it the boy’s mind was flashing images from the past as of like a bioscope - the humiliation he suffered; his speeches getting dissolved into laughter in the scientific conferences, those eyes that brimmed with tears of anger and frustration. There was no epiphany that was not brought to life by the boy. He wore the rooster costume and along with his friend dived into some nostalgic moments spent together. The moment seemed like calm sea seen from the shore, eyes hovering over the horizon painted by the post sunset glow.
Crack! Suddenly the humanoid comes to life to rip off its maker inch by inch as he shoves the chainsaw into his body. The rooster begins to move as the blood, flesh and cheese begins to spill around and create a bloodshed scene. His friend watched the macabre as he was helpless because the humanoid had entered in its ‘looping mode’ and an attempt to interfere with it’s functions would kill him as well. The rooster walked till the balcony and fell over the rim, ten floors down near a little gathering where the boy’s parents were present. They saw the horror unfold. A faint smile was drawn on the boy’s unharmed face, sensing the eternal peace. He programmed the humanoid to enter the ‘looping mode’. Termination brought by one’s own creation. A life consumed by death.
Time : 2:45 a.m. - 9:20 a.m
A girl in her late teens adored the fancy laced brassieres
in black and white gifted by her sister. Her eyes followed the little details
of lace work around the neck in the mirror, leading to the bathroom door. The open
door faced to the other apartments of the residential area.
A man in his early forties, around six feet tall with a
tanned wheat complexion was draped in a green checked lungi matched with a plain white kurta. Apart from the crochet taqiyah
that covered his head he bore a rusty look on his face. Eyes narrowed down in a
fierce derisive manner. He kept on staring right at the open door ten floors
above him. The open door was of her bathroom.Horrified. A lump formed on the girl's throat as
she read those fierce eyes and motionless body of the man. An ominous look.
Creeping along the bathroom walls, she slams the door and latches it.
The dress code for the luncheon for women of all ages was a
‘fairytale gown’ either in white or black. She goes to her room to fetch the
gown, from the balcony adjoining her room she sees little women frolicking in
the garden in their white frocks. She puts on one to herself, astonished to learn that her abdomen and pelvis were visible from the white translucent chiffon frills, whereas the arms, neck and chest were decorated with pretty lace work.
A boy in his late teens was ascending with frustration
towards the Chamber - his room, his laboratory, his life until now. He was
anxiously followed by his friend who would throw up his hands in the air in
utter puzzlement often as he argued with him. He followed him from the costume
party being held, where the boy’s parents were present. The boy wished to bring
life to his epiphany.
All action that ever occurred in the Chamber was magical. The boy had recently invented new laws in the field of quantum electrodynamics which was rejected by senior scientists in the scientific community. His room sized laboratory was filled with dynamic machines which worked upon his inventions, including a wooden humanoid - his first. As he went over to fetch the rooster costume his thoughts raced down the past when he and his friend would spend infinite hours in his Chamber defying current laws of the physical world and magically create new ones. Things that happened in the Chamber occurred nowhere else in the world, as if enchanted by a wizard’s spell. The boy and his friend’s eyes would beam in awe and excitement as they would watch the scarps of plastic drawing towards each other on a small iron grill and while doing so the same would emit heat and light. The ‘Double Finger Law’ which explained the utter strange motion of particles in electric field was the most recent one. A magnificent metallic model that exhibited the same existed in his Chamber. He even designed his wooden humanoid to run it.
The boy’s friend stood peacefully. Contemplating. He watched from his thick square rimmed glasses as the boy went ahead to stuff the rooster costume with cheese, his multi - hand wooden humanoid (that included dynamic cutting tools) and some of his other precious inventions that existed in the Chamber. All while doing it the boy’s mind was flashing images from the past as of like a bioscope - the humiliation he suffered; his speeches getting dissolved into laughter in the scientific conferences, those eyes that brimmed with tears of anger and frustration. There was no epiphany that was not brought to life by the boy. He wore the rooster costume and along with his friend dived into some nostalgic moments spent together. The moment seemed like calm sea seen from the shore, eyes hovering over the horizon painted by the post sunset glow.
Crack! Suddenly the humanoid comes to life to rip off its maker inch by inch as he shoves the chainsaw into his body. The rooster begins to move as the blood, flesh and cheese begins to spill around and create a bloodshed scene. His friend watched the macabre as he was helpless because the humanoid had entered in its ‘looping mode’ and an attempt to interfere with it’s functions would kill him as well. The rooster walked till the balcony and fell over the rim, ten floors down near a little gathering where the boy’s parents were present. They saw the horror unfold. A faint smile was drawn on the boy’s unharmed face, sensing the eternal peace. He programmed the humanoid to enter the ‘looping mode’. Termination brought by one’s own creation. A life consumed by death.
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