Within My Mind?!

  "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 ...

I was assigned to kill the absolutely dangerous, creepy mad scientist, Dr. Gretin. To provide context, his inventions have always been regarded with the highest praise by those who engage in horrible acts against humanity. I am the most successful member of the S-Community, which works to protect people. Locating him was the easiest task. He was behind two vacant double-storeyed buildings at Flarencia. I generally go with my work partner to this kind of dirty work. However, since he had called in sick today, I was with a newbie, Warren. We were watching from the bridge on the first floor, between the two buildings. He was just standing beside me, listening to all the technical stuff Dr. Gretin was blabbering to his assistant. It was easy to deduce that the assistant was also having difficulty comprehending the lecture. ‘This umbrella is secure. Outside? Highly insecure. Anyone not beneath the umbrella is within my control. This prototype is for a limited radius, but imagine, if I coul...

As the sun began its ascent, I found myself nestled upon the loneliest bench in Livingson Valley Park. But this stillness was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of three people in sharp, matching black suits and brown portmanteaus. Two of them stayed near the park's entrance, and the third occupied the space beside me on the bench. Before I could fully fathom the situation, the figure, whom I will refer to as Mr. Unk (shortened for Unknown), leaned in, disturbing the peaceful morning mood. "A splendid Sunday morning, wouldn't you agree?" he asked. ( Image source ) "Yes... Um... I am a bit confused..." I was interrupted. "I can sense your heightened perplexity." "Heightened? What do you mean by heightened? I was sitting merrily in this comfortable little nook until you, Men in Black, strolled into the park!" "Aren't you already perplexed because of your choices and decisions? Come on, you must agree. It is life, perple...

Prelude: I and my thirty-five-year-old self set a challenge: if I say yes to writing before midnight, I have to continue writing; else not. He somehow can enter my consciousness (I do not understand how so much happens in 14 years).   Battleground: My conscience. I was reasonably confident that he would never have the slightest idea of me spending time inside a bar. Well, it was more of a restaurant and less of a bar, but there was a bar component.  I sighed in relief before opening the door. I took a quick peek behind my back, saw no familiar faces, and went in. It was silent compared to what I had imagined, and I was tense. I saw each table occupied except one in the corner of the room—a vacant chair and a gorgeous lady. I walked slowly towards that table.  "Is this seat taken?" I asked with utmost politeness. "No. You can occupy," she replied in one of the most beautiful voices. I slid the chair slowly and adjusted myself with the least amount of noise. "Ar...

You all would be wondering (I hope) what the hell happened to me? This brief tale should answer your queries, take you on a short nostalgic trip, and might put a full stop on this blog. The date is August 29, 2020.  Someone called me from behind when  I was walking downstairs. "Siba, right?" "Yeah, that would be me. Do I know you?"  "I would say so. I am Siba Smarak Panigrahi." I froze. Did he just repeat my name? As far as I remember, only one of me is on this Earth. Obviously, I had searched my name on Google. "I am from 2030" Was that meant to give relief? I went into another deep shock. "Great Scott! Time-travel comes around in 10 years?" said I. "That's what you are worried about?"  "Just wait." I looked down, took three deep breaths, gave a tight slap on my cheek, pinched myself, rubbed my hands, warmed my eyes, and said, "Well, he should be gone by now." "Hello! I am real for God's sake!...

A man sprinted out of the airport, his face drenched in sweat. He looked like someone was chasing him—someone out for his life. But when I scanned the area, nobody seemed to be a threat. He burst through the exit. Gasping for air, he bent slightly, trying to collect himself. His frantic behaviour drew puzzled glances and aroused curiosity but not enough care. I couldn't ignore it. As a seasoned psychologist, I had seen erratic behaviour before, but this was different. It gripped me. It felt like my duty to approach him and offer some kind of reassurance. I had time with my flight delayed—and with further chances of delay.  Just as I started walking toward the exit, I saw him again. He had re-entered the airport. I observed him closely this time. I could sense fear in his mind. He was in his early thirties, well-groomed, seemingly single. He lingered near the guard for five minutes, his hands twitching, his breathing uneven.  Then, without warning, he shoved the guard aside and...