Within My Mind?!

I was walking down a steep and heavily winding road. One has to be extremely cautious to avoid any misfortune. Unfortunately, I was not, and a vehicle was speeding down from behind at around 60 miles per hour. I realized it was too late to identify and move to a secure spot. So, I jumped out of the road only to land on the edge. Unfortunately, I slipped, but I could cling to the rocky edge. I didn’t know how long I could hold before my fingers, arm, or willpower gave up. I started wondering if there was a road at some depth below me and gave a quick glance downward. Yes, it was one of the worst ideas, and no, the road was not below me; instead, it continued in the opposite direction. So, if I would stop clinging, the most likely outcome would be death. The next thought was to try and push myself up, but I couldn’t achieve that. I started screaming at the top of my voice. Several cars passed, but no one stopped; I believe no one heard. Suddenly, I could hear footsteps coming towards me.

"Why are we here?" asked  Mr. Robert . "I got a wire  this morning. It precisely mentioned this location and that we would find additional information about  the Disappearance of Mr. Harry, " replied Detective Rhode . "If this is a false wire, then I would ensure…"    "I won't disappoint you," said a voice. Detective Rhode was cut short before he could complete his sentence. They had just entered the designated room. A distinctive figure was seated in the chair, but Detective Rhode could not see his face. "Who am I speaking to? What light can you shed upon the case?" asked the detective. "Take a seat, sir. And please do not interrupt when I'm speaking." Detective Rhode took a seat, and Mr. Robert stood near him. The guy in the chair began the tale. " Mr. Harry was running when he saw a guy jumping over the wall and approaching him from behind . From his behaviour, it could be concluded that Mr. Harry had identifie

"Are we done then?" she dreaded asking, knowing that, given the situation and everything that had happened recently, there was an actual probability that the answer would be affirmative. Like most things, it started from something naive and escalated to something big. A planned weekend trip to Les Avants is precisely what both needed to escape life, particularly the work-related events over the past week. The itinerary was to arrive in Montreux in the morning, take the Golden Pass Panoramic train, do a few hikes and return in the evening - it couldn't be more straightforward. Tickets were bought the night before, and the bags were packed with snacks, two large bottles of water, and, of course, the camera. "My goodness, it is half past nine!" she exclaimed when she woke up. She observed that he had already been awake for quite some time since breakfast was in the kitchen, and he was not in the house. He had said several times before that he would leave if she de

I was sitting in a cafe, alone but surrounded by people. I ordered myself a Cappuccino. Cafes are a great place to get done with your work. You see so many people working, and you either get motivated or feel guilty that you are getting behind, and you put in more effort. Either way, you can get your work done. It so happened that I was stuck on a problem - something that had been bugging me for the past week. I rarely go to a cafe; however, I dragged myself to one with the above-win situation in mind. Nevertheless, as has been the case in the last week, I couldn't get past the problem. The waiter brought my order. I took a sip from the cup and the opportunity to look around. So many people; engrossed in something or the other. From the person making the coffee to people building a new product. From writers deep in their thoughts to people selling their products. It seemed everyone was busy in their own world. Then..., it suddenly hit me how many of them are taking a pause to think

  "Simple enough. It copies an instance of your body and then builds it, " said Noah. "You are telling as if it is that simple!" taunted Alex, leading Noah to describe himself in detail, "Well, see, we know human beings are structured, composed of organ systems. Each organ system consists of organs formed from a combination of tissues that can be decomposed into cells. The machine takes a snapshot of your body state, copies all the information, and composes cells, tissues, organs, organ systems, and then you. Obviously, I can't describe it in more depth unless my patent for this process is successful.  In layman's terms, I take your body's photo with every single detail and create a replica of it . When you  immediately look at your clone, you are looking at your body's past! But after that, your clone is an independent organism. " "I have so many nitty-gritty questions, but knowing you for the last twenty years, I know you won't a

Alex was at the entrance of 'The Creatures' - a bar infamous for the horrific way the bartenders dress. Some have tiger teeth, some have a long furry tail, and some can howl. Of course, most of it is fake, but at first glance, everything would seem strikingly real.  After concluding the first phase of the ongoing government-funded research on cell mimicry , Alex had to take a break from spending evenings in the lab, and an invitation from Noah was something he couldn't refuse.  Noah is an independent researcher who doesn't collaborate with anyone. He proudly supports the belief that brain power is reduced due to the presence of other body organs. Consequently, collaboration with other human beings works the same way.  However, it is also true that he gave the scientific community insights into many abstract ideas and concepts. Lately, there  has been widespread rumour that he was independently developing a  machine   to create a living organism simply by copying it .