MELANCHOLY OF A SUPER VILLIAN

Mr. Ambani fidgeted about his chair as Colonel poured some wine into a glass. Dark lines in
his forehead were illuminated by shiny sweat beads. The room was huge even by Mr.
Ambanis standards. The two gentlemen were alone in the silent room. Colonel put forth a
smug facade with no hint of impatience as he slowly sips his wine. Mr Ambani finally broke
the silence, Colonel Rain, I believe I have kept my end of the bargain by funding your
research with Rs 1 billion unconditionally. Its time you give the technology to my company
right now. Colonel listened patiently and considered it for a moment before replying, I
understand that parting with the Rs 1 fucking billion has been difficult for you. Our
endeavour has been a successful one. We are going to change the world. Mr Ambanis face
lighted up.
So, where are the Nano bots? Mr. Ambani asked.
Rain flashed a sly smile as he rose from his chair. He circled Mr. Ambani as he let the words
out, I dispersed the bots into every single water source in the world. By now they will have
multiplied in sufficient numbers. As my data indicates every single person on earth is already
infested by at least one bot. Rain closely followed Ambanis expression which ranged from
absolute disbelief to anger.
He blasted, You what? What are you.What do you mean? According to your words,
using my money, you were supposed to build me nano bots that would revolutionize medical
technology. What the fuck is all this?
Words are like raindrops, my friend, my only friend. They fall and scatter to the ground. Yet
more keep coming. It will revolutionize medical technology, yes, but after the first stage of
my plan is complete., Rain said without explaining any more.
What plan? Liar, you fucking lair, Mr Ambani was seething with anger.
To understand the plan, you have to understand my story first. The story, i will tell you, for
you have funded the rise of a new world order and you ought to know. It was during 1999
Kargil war. I hope you have your history right, Mr. Ambani. Colonel Raina was posted right
along the front lines of Indian defence. The battle was at its full intensity. One evening a
mysterious Unidentified Flying Object crashed at a 10 km distance from our camp. I was one
of the few soldiers who witnessed the UFO flying right above us. I along with five other
soldiers were assigned to investigate the incident.
It was raining heavily by the time we reached the spot. It was some mini spacecraft about
the size of a truck. I decided to go in while others guarded the spot, more precisely they
were afraid. An alien, roughly the silhouette of a man lay there. It was dark inside but
suddenly shots of gunfire teared through the silence. The alien rose from his place half
staggering and pulled me along with him. I was so terrified that i simply stood
there, stupefied He injected me with something and i lay in a state of dream for a time i
could not fathom. It felt like an eternity. I could see the aliens life through his eyes. His
world was overpopulated beyond measure. I could see chaos through his eyes and how his
world ripped apart. I could feel the sadness of losing ones world.
To cut the long story short, i woke up in some Pakistani jail. I discovered that i had changed.
everything seemed to happen in slow motion. People taking slowly, walking slowly, even the
watch seemed to tick slowly. I had heightened sense of awareness. Super-intelligence, some
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may call it. i virtually escaped from the prison by just literally walking past the prison gate.
Yet, it came with a curse i was soon to realize. I had to bear a solitary and monotonous slow
motion life. You have spent an hour with me but to me it took 10 hours. Can you imagine?
From then, Raina was dead and Rain was born. I am not aging but the last 14 yrs felt like 140
years to me.Can you fathom, Mr. Ambani, what it feels like ?
I have seen a lot, in the last ten years, in your measure i.e., and i have encountered no proof
that can indicate that humans are not moving in the same direction as the aliens race. The
time is not far away when human bodies will be strewn across the streets. Fight for food,
fight for water, and fight for land..The Apocalypse it will be, Mr. Ambani. Nothing can
save you an your race unless i intervene. Unless I save the world by destroying it first. Until
i
Mr Ambani broke in impatiently, Even if i consider half of your words as true, What are
your bots supposed to do? He tasted blood suddenly and almost jumped up when he realized
that he was biting his lips all the while.
Dont be so afraid Mr. Ambani. Fear is inconsequential. Now, now. The bots are harmless
little insects until i command them to randomly wipe out 1/3rd of the human race. Brace for it
Mr. Ambani. Say goodbye to 1/3rd of your family or it could even be you or me too. Oh,
wait! I forgot againTime moves really slow friend. In fact i have planned a different
biography for you, Mr. Ambani.
You are a cheat.Give me back my money you ass hole, Ambani lambasted. He
now realized his folly.
Within a few seconds all his guards lay dead in their places. Rain walked up to him with
blood in his bare hands. Rain was a lonely man, he worked with no-one. But it took him long
to understand that he worked for no one either. He feels for the gun in his pocket.
That wont be necessary Mr. Ambani.
Mr. Ambani knew better. He shot without wasting a moment. Within a split second Rain
disappeared. He felt two hands on either side of his skull from behind.
Do, you know that nobody can escape death. This is an essential part of life. My bots are
inside everyone, even me. I have 2/3 rd chance of survival, yes. But, Mr. Ambani, you are the
linchpin of the plan. I am conflicted against killing you but i have no choice. Maybe i can just
call you collateral damage. The plan fails if you live.
Mr. Ambani turned white. He felt the crushing pressure of Rains hands on his head. Before
he could scream, his skull was crushed by bare hands. There were no screams that night, only
silent death and laughter of a mad villain as 2 billion people slept unaware of their fate.
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