Révolution française II (French Revolution II)
Posted: December 14th, 2013, 7:31 amDISCLAIMER- This story is not intended to hurt the sentiments of French & British people. Places like London, Eiffel Tower, places in Paris etc. are just used to give the story a realistic feel. This story is just a story and not for any sentiment-hurting or mockery. Any negativities within this story are all by the villains. I've tried to tweak parts of the story by suggesting alternatives, so as to keep the essence of the story fluid as well as original.
Preface
Paris, 2048.
The Eiffel Tower was illegally renovated and reconstructed like a skyscraper and has become the villain's base, the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale (Federation of French World Republicans).
Their main aim is to cripple major superpowers like the US, UK, Russia, Rakouland (my imaginary country) etc. and establish a world dictatorship. They use trance music to brainwash and hypnotize the citizens into joining the villain's forces, every year at the Fête de la Musique on June 21. The French government was overthrown and UK was crippled, with London poverty and disease-ridden. With hardly any people around, Paris is no longer bustling, with their citizens doing all sorts of villainous tasks within Eiffel Tower. Streets and buildings, all are nearly desolate.
1 Arrival at Paris
When I landed at Charles de Gaulle airport, it was eerily desolate, only with the airport staff visible and very few passengers. I was confused that why were there so few people there, when I heard that it quite a busy airport. 'Maybe not much people have to, or not in the mood to travel today', I thought, only to get rid of all the questions and thoughts in my mind. 'Or maybe am I hungry and tired?'
I took the cab to my hotel. The hotel was once again, a desolate place. Only the receptionist, some janitors, the room service staff and the waiters. I went to my room. It was a not-so-nice room, with a single bed and a TV. Below the TV, in a shelf were some French movie titles and a DVD player. I wanted to watch some French serials and songs, just for curiosity, but strangely there were no channels on air. I wondered what the reason could be. I asked the room service why there were no channels on air. Their reply, "No TV channels are operating in France, sir." Now new questions were coming up in my mind- Is it that the TV channels or all business in France took holiday today? So everyone's at home?
The bathtub, toilet and washbasin were a bit dirty-looking, with dents and hairline cracks. I wanted to bathe, so I took a hot water bath. The texture of the tub was not smooth and shiny, so it did not feel as luxurious as I had thought. The lunch served was OK, as hardly any markets were open. "Nombreux commerçants ont cessé de l'entreprise en raison du manque de clients, il est donc très difficile de faire des courses aujourd'hui."(Many shopkeepers have stopped business due to lack of customers, so it's very difficult to get groceries nowadays.), I overheard a waiter say.
2 City Tour
After lunch, I went for a city tour of Paris. The streets were all empty, with hardly any soul at sight. By the way, the European architecture was pristine. I was feeling like crying at the buildings as if they were brides leaving their maiden homes. La Defense was looking like the neo-22nd Century. In the thought of the architecture, I did not even come to know when I reached Notre Dame. Within the cathedral, I was feeling like as if I was one with God, owing to the silence within and outside the church. Next was the Louvre. I saw the Mona Lisa. Wonder what hand Leonardo da Vinci had that he made such a pristine painting. I was feeling euphoric, thinking if that lady came out of that painting.
Next I saw Eiffel Tower. Did that tower disappear, with a skyscraper in its place? Anime came in my thought, and I visualised lightning bolts flashing around. Out of fear, I ran away. Running in Paris, perhaps. When I stopped running, I was in some unknown garden. A signboard read 'Le Bois de Boulogne'. That garden was pristine, like as if I am in some palace meadows. On my way back, I saw some shops. Nice overcoats, scarves and blazers. I was having some thought of shoplifting owing to the desolate atmosphere, but then I saw a lady at the reception, and that thought disappeared.
"Any clothes you want to buy?", she asked.
"No thanks.", I replied.
3 Meet the Professor
When I returned to my hotel, I saw a man checking in. He hardly had any hair, had a heavy moustache and wore glasses. He was clad in a white shirt with faint blue stripes and black trousers.
"Would like to have dinner or freshen up?", the receptionist asked.
"I'd like to freshen up", the man giggled. "Well, I care a lot about hygiene." The receptionist giggled too.
When we had dinner, I tried asking the man out of curiosity, "Dear Professor, ..."
"Yes, I'm Professor Karlheinz, from Berlin."
"What you specialise in?"
"Well, I specialise in psychoacoustics."
"Well, psychoacoustics is like psychology-meets-acoustics?"
"Yes, kind of. It's the branch of science studying the psychological and physiological responses associated with sound."
"By the way, you must explore Paris. It's a really charming and beautiful place. Could you say something in German?"
"What may I say? And what's your name?"
"Maybe you could wish me Good Night. And my name's Rajdeep."
"Gute Nacht, Rajdeep."
I then went to my room to look at some concerts for Fête de la Musique tomorrow on my laptop. Finally, I stumbled upon a trance music concert held in front of Eiffel Tower. The webpage read-
FREE TRANCE CONCERT!!
FEEL THE ENERGY, FEEL THE BLISS, FEEL THE TRANSCENDENCE!!
HELD BY SOME LESSER-KNOWN YET TALENTED MUSICIANS!!
I was nearly screaming the text displayed out of excitement. Professor came in from the next room and asked, "Why you're shouting? I have research to do! Well, I'm researching on trance music and its effects."
"Oh, good luck for your research. And I'm sorry!", I said. Once he left, I shut down my laptop and packed off to hit the hay.
4 Fête de la Musique
Next day.
I woke up late from my afternoon nap. I had to rush for the concert at Eiffel Tower. I packed off, so as to not miss the concert. On the way, I met Professor.
"Good evening", I said.
"Are you going for the concert at which you screamed at last night?", Professor asked.
I replied,"Yes!".
"Well, trance music is named so as it is intended to make the listener have sensations of flying or spinning, and also seeing or feeling the sound. It may also lead to an urge to dance.", Professor said.
"Thanks for your scientific knowledge. But I'm late! By the way, how's your research?"
"Nice. And enjoy the concert!"
I reached the concert venue. There were thousands of people already present. My heart was racing, maybe that high spirit or shyness to dance.
Suddenly the sky darkened. A man, maybe the host welcomed and began his introductory speech-
"Well, today we've come here to enjoy some trance music ..."
The speech continued for a while.
"Get ready to get grooving ... Get ready to free your spirits and dance it out ... let's escape into another dimension ... Get euphoric !!
3-2-1 ..."
The first beat nearly shook me. A hard squelchy bass begun. The drums were pacing up. I was moving my hands a little and tapping my foot.
I was thinking about the sound equipment and audio technology behind this blissful dance music. By then the breakdown had begun. My racing heart was making me uncomfortable with these thoughts. I was waiting for the release to occur, so that I could dance it out.
When the release finally began, I was dancing with my hands up, followed by an electric shock given by my heart. By then, I was dancing so crazily, that I don't know what to tell. I was feeling so euphoric, as if I was jumping rhythmically over Eiffel Tower, with sound waves being my trampoline.
At the end of the concert, at midnight, a robotic voice was saying,"Thanks for showing us all your hidden energy. Enter the light !!" There was a glow at the top of the tower. In fact, I was surprised that the clock struck twelve. I entered the light, only to see an elevator coming up.
5 Welcome to the Centre
Finally the elevator came and I boarded it. I saw a robot standing beside me. The elevator then zipped down into the ground, right from the spire, like a spaceship. I began to see coloured circles cascading along the shaft. A few minutes later, it stopped. There was a futuristic glass entrance, beside which 2 robotic guards were standing. When I entered it, I felt like as if I had passed through a sky-blue sheath as I felt a ripple of air. As I walked down the aisle, I heard an announcement telling my bio data and also others. There came a conveyor which I boarded. I entered a huge room. There was a throne floating high above which descended. There sat a man, who looked like Darth Vader without his cape and mask. Instead of his costume being black, it had colours of the French flag.
He said, "Welcome to the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale. We are an organization who aims to conquer the world. I'm the Chief of this organization. Well, I won't be disclosing my name. Would you like to rest or have dinner?"
"I'd like to eat.", I said.
I was led to a hall where everyone ate their meals. It was vast, probably larger than a warehouse. The dinner served was sumptuous. I really enjoyed it.
When I was exiting the hall, a flying car came in through a tunnel. I boarded it and it led me to my living quarters. My room was numbered '7981'. I felt like freshening up, but the moment I entered the room, I felt clean. When I shut the door, an advertisement read,
NO NEED FOR WATER!!
YOUR BODY GETS STERILIZED AUTOMATICALLY WHENEVER YOU PASS THIS DOOR.
"That's OK, but what do I wear?", I thought.
When I opened the closet, surprisingly all my clothes were there. I felt really tired, so I changed my clothes for bed.
6 Première Mission (My First Mission)
I woke up early in the morning,changed my clothes and left with a smile (to sterilize my teeth, and also I felt like doing evil). I was transported to the hall for my breakfast. Once again like dinner, it was sumptuous.
Then I was transported to the Chief's place. He said,"Good morning Rajdeep. Today's your first assignment. You have to create a plasma gun that can shoot down aircraft. Currently, the power of these guns reduce considerably by the time the plasma reaches the aircraft. Even if it reaches so, the aircraft escapes being burnt but not completely destroyed. If you're not very adept in weapon-making, then we can help and teach you."
I began to make my gun, with all the help and tutorials. I thought of the following design- It would have a funnel-shaped barrel, like that of a spotlight, so as to spread the plasma over a wide area. It would also conduct (transfer) the plasma through the air for complete destruction of the aircraft. It took nearly a week and a half to finish the design and build it. To make it light, we used double-layered lightweight aluminium with the air as a pressure system (like a hot water flask).
Finally the D-Day came. It was time for me to show the Chief the constructed gun. "Oh wow, it looks very dynamic. We'll subject it to a test." So he took the gun for testing. Few hours later, during dinnertime, the Chief came to the hall to tell me that test was considered successful.
I asked, "What test?"
"For your plasma gun.", the Chief replied. "Probably you are too engrossed in your dinner. Tasty, isn't it?"
"Tasty? It's sumptuous.", I replied.
The Chief then said, "Today you get 2 medals- 'First Mission Completed' and 'First Successful Mission'."
I burst into a state of euphoria. 'Is this really my first successful mission? ... etc. such thoughts came in my mind.'
"Well, good night.", the Chief then said.
"Good night.", I replied.
7 Mission 2
Next morning, when I was heading for breakfast, someone heard me beatboxing (making music through your mouth). He then said, "I'll make you meet the Chief."
When I went to the chief, I wished him,"Good Morning!!"
The Chief, deep in thought, was muttering, "Am I forgetting something?"
"Happy Birthday!! Probably?", I replied.
"Yes, it's the Chief's birthday today", his manager told.
He then said on the mike, "TODAY IS OUR CHIEF'S BIRTH..."
He was then interrupted by another man, "Sir, I've sent him as I heard him beatbox today morning."
"Oh, Rajdeep!", Chief turned towards me and said. "Looks like you have a lot of interest in music."
"In fact, I'm learning how to play electronic keyboard. By the way, I'm interested in being an electronic musician, replete with synthesizers, audio mixers, etc.", I replied.
"Then we must send you to the music department. Maybe some birthday beats for me.", Chief giggled.
I went to the studio to create my music. I nearly became mad looking at audio equipment all over the place.
"Hi, I can instruct you about operating the equipment here. Hope you have some knowledge of music theory.", a man came in and said. He had long brown hair and was quite young looking. He looked battered and worn out. I stood perplexed for a moment, then realized who he is-
IT WAS NONE BUT DAVID GUETTA!! "Well, why aren't you answering me?", he said.
"Oh, so you're David Guetta! Well, you make nice music!! Of course, I know about music theory.", I replied.
So here my musician's journey began. Within a few days, I ended up composing almost all the ideas I had in my mind. It consisted of some songs spanning genres like dubstep, house and trance.
When I displayed my ideas to the Chief, he replied,"Well, good music. But we probably require majority of trance music. After all, we require it for recruiting people to join our organization, hey?", with a grin.
I grinned too.
From now on, I began to take my music more seriously. I teamed up with a social engineer and a psychoacousticist (Not Professor Karlheinz). Well, we require it for our organization, isn't it? (Preface, op. cit.)
Chief appreciated my music and I became almost the No. 1 musician, alongside David Guetta.
"Well, we have a surprise for you!", Chief said.
8 Surprise!
I was waiting for the surprise eagerly, with my heart racing.
'What's the surprise?', 'Is it a good surprise, or something scary?', 'Is it really important, or not?'
Such countless thoughts lingered in my mind.
Suddenly Chief stepped down and walked out, saying, "That's for your music!"
I was perplexed what made him do so.
Well, the surprise was- THAT I WAS PROCLAIMED CHIEF!!
I suddenly turned hysterical. Was that really my surprise, or what? I ascended the Chief's throne. then I was given an oath to read out and list of powers possessed by the Chief.
Some people were placed in front of me and told, "We're your private entertainers. We would entertain you the way you want us to."
"No, I won't make you do anything", I told them as I hate treating people like objects. But they were persuading me to let them entertain me.
I finally had to agree since 'When opportunity knocks, open the door' (And I also felt like being a bad guy).
I assigned everyone a mission- Unleash havoc on world cities like Berlin, Tokyo, Rome etc. using the latest weapon technology. "Berlin?", I told myself.
"Assemble the troops!!", I ordered the General. When they assembled, I was surprised to see the vast army, reaching hundreds of thousands in number. By the time I made a rough estimate of them, they were marching out.
Later that day, I read the list of projects and activities- Produce psychedelic drugs, monitor world cities among others.
I was monitoring the mission in progress. It was like a world tour looking at the cities. Just for curiosity, I looked at London. It was dilapidated and poverty-ridden, with apartments being like slums. Major buildings like The Cigar, The Shard etc. were destroyed.
Meanwhile, Professor Karlheinz visited the Louvre while touring Paris. He entered the huge glass pyramid and was thinking about the acoustic reverberation of sound. Deep in scientific thought, he suddenly fell through the ground. It was dark all around. Suddenly a dim light glowed and he hit a heavy door.
9 Sympathy
Was I really looking at London? That friendly and bustling metro? Was it really dilapidated or destroyed, or am I hallucinating?
I broke down and cried. I had suicidal thoughts coming up in my mind.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I DON'T DESERVE ANY LIFE!!", I was wailing. Images of those poor, suffering Londoners came up in my head. I felt a lot of sympathy for them.
I walked into the prison, down to the sentencing room.
"Strip and flog me in this tub of acid!!", I was shouting at the hangman. "Please do this to me!"
"What you're speaking? Are you in your senses?", the hangman told.
"No, I'm not in my senses. DO SO OR ELSE YOU'LL BE SENTENCED!!", I replied.
I then began to enter the tub of acid. I was feeling scared. My heart was racing. Owing to the fear, I fainted, hearing some voices from far away.
I then saw a poor boy coming and sympathizing with me. "Come to my home", he said. I followed him to his home. A lady was standing at the door, probably waiting for her son.
"You're such a good boy. You deserve a life. I want you to grow and make this world a better place.", I told that child. We then talked about various aspects, such as livelihood in dilapidated London etc.
Suddenly I saw myself in a hospital. There were robotic doctors all around. I heard Professor Karlheinz's voice and then his face appeared.
"Professor, how come you're here?", I asked. "Were you present already?"
"I came from there (pointing towards an Emergency Exit door).", Professor replied. "By the way, what strange place is this?"
"It's the base of the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale (FRFM).", I replied. I then told everything about the organization to him. "This organization! No peace until I pull it down."
"Well, we can devise a plan.", Professor replied. "Maybe we just require it's blueprints."
10 The Plan
In my room, I gave Professor all the blueprints and studied them with him. These blueprints were related to various subjects like the layout, the technology etc.
"Maybe we have to destroy the robotic guards. Then only we can free all the people working in the organization, many of them who are not evil.", I said.
"But how do we do so?", Professor said.
I was thinking for a while what could be done. Then suddenly, an idea popped up in my mind. "RoboEarth (World Wide Web for robots)!! We can share a virus through the RoboEarth servers, which in turn could destroy the robots."
"I heard about some drugs.", Professor said.
"What drugs?? Oh, those psychedelic drugs?", I asked.
"We can create an antidote to it.", Professor replied. "Any drug makers? Well, I can't do so as I know only psychoacoustics."
"Once the drug's effect is over, we can unite and fight against the evil ones.", I said.
I dashed out to the drug maker's room. "Make an antidote to the drugs!!"
"But how can I do so? Isn't it against our motives??", he questioned me, with a French accent. "Well, Chief, since it's your orders, I'll do so."
"Our idea's probably working!! And then this organization would be down in almost no time!", I said, upon returning back to Professor.
I then went to my Control Room. "Cancel the mission!!", I replied. "Wrap up everything! Whatever you've destroyed leave it as it is.", I ordered the Army on the mike. By then the Army had just began to attack the cities.
"But what do we do now? And what's making you cancel so? Destruction is our dream!! By the way, we've just landed.", the General replied.
11 Execute The Plan!! I
After the General returned with his Army, all the people were questioning me.
"How dare you destroy our dreams?", one person said.
"Would you allow us to go back?", another said.
Such kind of questions were being asked to me. To get rid of them, I yelled at them-
"GO BACK TO YOUR ROOMS!! STOP GIVING ME A HEADACHE!"
By then the chemical analysis of the psychedelic drugs were done.
By lunchtime, the drug's effect was over in most of the people. They came to me and started shouting defamatory slogans and cuss words.
"We'll kill you, Chief!!", they shouted.
"You've cheated us by coaxing us to join this *bleep* organization.", some shouted.
"WAIT!!", I said. "Before I begin, I'd like the General to leave this room."
Once General left with a confused face as to why he is made to leave, I then began to discuss my plan.
"Oh really!", one said.
"Shh!! Softly.", I whispered. "Anyone with the know-how of computer programming?"
Some people raised their hands. "Then go to the computer.", I said.
Before I left, I told everyone, "Everything must be ready by today night. Execute the program (virus) by tomorrow morning."
At dinnertime, everyone came in and told, "Everything's ready. The drugs (antidote), the program (virus)... everything."
"Good!! Have a good night!", I then said.
12 Execute The Plan!! II
Next morning, when I woke up, the first task I did was to meet the other people involved in our plan.
"Where's the program?", I asked.
"That guy's must've gone to the computer", a person replied.
I went to the computer and saw a man typing and clicking at it. "The viru.. I-I mean the program's copied onto the computer. But I'm unable to upload it onto RoboEarth.", the guy standing there said.
I helped him in the upload. I opened the RoboEarth Wizard application. There, I clicked to the menus to select the option 'Send Command/Message/Program'. I then opened the directory containing the virus and selected 'Upload'. Some processing occurred after which the message 'Uploaded Successfully' appeared.
We then proceeded to the kitchen, so as to check if the antidote to the drugs was secretly mixed in the food.
The others then went for their breakfast at the hall, while I ate mine in my room. When they were leaving, they saw that the robotic guards were collapsing, one by one like dominoes.
They began to follow them in the direction along which they were falling. Out of enthusiasm, we were running so fast that the sound of our footsteps were nearly in unison with the sound of the falling robots. Just then, they unknowingly dashed against the former Chief.
"Hey you! Can't you see where you're going?? Who will repair the dying robots? If you dash against the Founder (hereafter 'Founder') of this organization, I'll tell Chief that... ", he shouted in anger. He then began to run towards my room angrily
"Hey sir, what happened?", he asked.
"What kinda Chief you're?? Can't you even tell your people to fulfil their duties? FROM NOW ON YOU'LL STEP DOWN AS CHIEF!!"
"STEP DOWN!!", he shouted at me.
"Yes, I'll step down...", I said calmly and firmly, "...but you will meet your end. And the General and all the other *bleep* guys you have with you, will also meet their end."
"Yes! Yes!! You all will meet your end.", the other people came in were shouting. By then, the General was already dead and his face got detached, only to reveal wires and circuits inside (He was a cyborg).
"See, your own people are against you.", I told the Founder. "Take him to his end!!"
Soon plasma guns shot with glory. The plasma ricocheted the floor, only to destroy one of the tall pillars at a corner. And another.
And yet another.
Soon, the ceiling got dislocated and became diagonal. It was supported by only a pillar on one side.
The Founder shouted, "RUN!!"
He ran away, and we all followed him. We continued shooting. And the walls and ceilings may have been getting destroyed.
He ran to the Spaceship Parking. Its signboard must have fallen.
When his spaceship began to take off, we boarded the Combat spaceships.
We continued shooting at the spaceship. But it wasn't getting destroyed. But when the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Within minutes we were above some hilly area. Suddenly the spaceship came crashing down onto a hill. The engine was exhausted.
We also landed and caught the Founder, giving him a punch. "Oh, hi guys!", he said.
"What 'hi guys!!' ", I told him angrily. "Now you go to your end!!"
"Oh sir, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry!!", he pleaded.
13 What A Revelation!
"What you thought, Mr. Founder, that you'll make the world dance to your tunes? Now you face the music yourself!", I said, clutching his suit. "You'll be tried in the..."
Suddenly, his eyes began to roll. And then his head. A pull was being felt on my hand. Fearing that I would slip and fall off the hill, I nearly leaned against him.
Suddenly I fell on him, like as if I wanted to pin him down. He had fainted.
"Wow!! What a great thing!! The notorious Founder's dead!!", some people said, clapping and cheering.
"Wait!! He has fainted. And we need him for evidence in the court.", I said. "So no need to rejoice so soon. Call the air ambulance, quick!"
I waited for sometime. No sign of the ambulance. But out of hope, I kept on looking at the sky.
It was afternoon. Not even the ambulance, but also not a single soul was at sight. So we began to climb down the hill, carrying the Founder. I was the last one to climb, owing to my neck pain, and also the slowest to descend.
While we were descending, we came across an old mountain railway. We boarded it.
The console in the motorman's room was mind-boggling. There was some levers and several buttons and switches, marked with all kinds of symbols and letters. I pressed a button, when my hands accidentally touched a lever and turned on some switches.
The train was shaking with a noise and it began to move. It began to move.
Within minutes, it was moving upwards, so I reversed the direction of one of the levers. Suddenly, it began hurtling downwards at maximum speed.
We were screaming loudly
, becoming breathless out of fear. Soon we were nearing the bottom of the mountain. Fearing an accident, I quickly pulled a lever upwards. The train finally stopped with a jerk and a loud squeal. We quickly took the Founder out of the train and went out of the station. By then my neck had also stopped paining.
We quickly left the station and entered the town. We ran up, down and across the town, in search for an hospital. Just then, a man shouted-
There was an emergency room in the station itself!
We ran back to the station, to enter the emergency room. We quickly put the Founder on an empty bed.
"Quick, administer first aid!!", I shouted. No one was at sight. I shouted twice, but there was no reply. Then I realized-
That virus has crippled all the robots connected to RoboEarth, not just the ones within the organization's base.
"Anybody who knows CPR to revive him?", I asked. I received a volunteer.
He came and began to perform CPR on the Founder. Within minutes, he was conscious.
"Thanks for saving me!!", he was saying. "Where am I?"
"I have just revived you for evidence!!", I told him.
"What evidence??", he asked me, scratching his head.
"Related to your organization!!", I told him.
"What organization are you talking about?"
"The FRFM! And all of your bad deeds you've done for this planet!!"
A man then intervened and said, "By his behaviour, there seems to be some problem with him. I'm a trained clinical psychiatrist, even in the organization. Let me perform some tests on him."
I stepped back. He then took the bed to another room. He bolted its door shut and began to perform the tests on him.
We waited for the results. Sometime later, I said, "I'm hungry, so I'll have something at the cafeteria nearby."
"Let's have lunch!!", few others remarked. So we went to the cafeteria. After lunch, we returned to the emergency room. There, the man came in and remarked,
"Looks like he has split personality! So its may be difficult to prove him as the offender at court, only if he his taken for treatment." I then remarked, "We'll book ourselves into some hotels for the day. Let's begin treatment. Anyone volunteering for therapist?", I asked.
Some of the people came in and said, "Let's treat him!!"
14 Restoration Work
"How much time it'll take for the Founder to be treated?", I asked them.
"Maybe a few days. Or weeks. Or even months.", they replied.
'What can we do now?', I was thinking. An idea came in my mind.
"Aha! We can do some restoration work!"
"What restoration work?"
"What else? London, the French government and all the well-behaved robots on this planet. So let's begin!! All the other guys, enter your combat ships!!"
We went up the mountain rail to the spot where our combat ships have landed. We boarded them. Within minutes, we were back to the FRFM base at Paris.
"Let's discuss our plan.", I told everyone else. "Away from the bad guys."
So we began to discuss.
"Is there any equipment to restore things back to normal?"
"We have robots but we don't have Doreamon yet. Moreover, our robots are currently deceased. So one can't expect to use any of his gadgets such as a Time Kerchief to restore things back to normal."
"We can rather modify existing equipment for our work to be done."
"How about that plasma gun used for destroying aircraft?"
"We haven't come here to destroy things!!"
"We can replace the plasma generator with sanitizing, sterilizing and germ-killing UV ray generator. The one we use for screening and treating our people in this organization (with reference to diseased people at London). This way, we can utilize manpower for our task to be done."
Such kind of discussion was going on. Finally our plan was complete, with the following things done-
A robot-rectifying program for reviving and restoring all the robots on this planet (it links to offline RoboEarth backup servers). This is to be done after FRFM is made defunct, with the base destroyed.
Manpower along with latest construction technology available to rebuild and restore London and the French government (for destroyed buildings in other cities, population is healthy enough for restoration work to be done). By utilizing money in the organization (mainly black money and money stolen form France's government treasury).
As expected, our plan was working well at full swing. If you're wondering where we're getting the digital blueprints for the restoration work from, it's kept under lock and key at the Élysée Palace (Paris) and the Buckingham Palace (London) (Where the French president and the British monarch live respectively).
15 The Trial
Within several days, the restoration work was done. One must have commented like this at the end-
"Days!? It must've taken months to get the job done!"
Today I went to the place where the Founder was staying during his treatment. He was looking quite jovial and happy today, not like the evil guys. I asked the therapist-
"Is he responding well?"
"Yes, he's responding well.", he replied. He came to me and whispered, "Not the right time for trying him at court, he's still in the stage of treatment." "By the way, how's your work going? Just heard it's over.", he continued, opening the door of the hotel room.
We went downstairs, to chat over a cup of coffee on the street. We talked about various things, such as the restoration work, the Founder's treatment etc. Our conversation ended with the following words by the therapist-
"Well, I have to go now. I have to take care of the Founder."
I went upstairs with him. When I opened the door, I saw the Founder yelling and crying-
"IT'S MY FAULT! ITS ALL MINE!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE ALL THE MISTAKES I'VE DONE!"
"Oh sir, what happened?", I asked.
"Hey, you *bleep* fellow!! How dare you could carry on the legacy of destroying this planet!", he replied. "I wouldn't rest in peace, UNLESS I KILL YOU!!"
He suddenly darted towards me and started to attack me. "HELP!!", I faintly cried. I was nearly being choked by his half-nelson.
The therapist came and tried to pacify him. "Don't worry, I'll do whatever you want us to do."
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYONE!!", the Founder replied and he tried attacking the therapist. Suddenly he collapsed and I saw an incision on his hand. The therapist put him on a wheelchair.
'What happened?', I was wondering. The therapist told me, "I've managed to tranquillise him. Let him have some rest."
Few hours later.
The Founder woke up. He was sobbing, but not like before.
He suddenly came to my lap and said,
"I accept my mistake. I'd like you to execute me in public. Please, I'm wishing for my last hour. I'd be highly obliged if you do so in front of Eiffel Tower."
I was taken aback by what he said. I and the therapist began to fear him after his attack. So I said, "Your wish would be granted."
I darted to the FRFM base and ordered-
"Professor!! Please switch on the radio transmitter for broadcast! I have to make an announcement. And it's also for everyone here."
I began to speak on the mike, announcing the Founder's execution. "Therapist!! Bring the Founder at the tower's first level!", I ended my announcement here. Its recording in French began.
I went up with the Founder and therapist. As I was going upstairs, I saw the growing crowd. By the time I was up, the crowd consisted of millions. There was a tub full of acid and a flogging machine nearby. The Founder came and said, "T-This is m-my-my... this is my final word- 'FAREWELL!!' Let peace prevail! Grow up to be good men and make this planet a better place."
He then plunged himself into the tub, with a loud splash.
16 What Happened Next...
The splash reverberated across the air, as if everyone is dying along with the Founder. This was followed by clouds of white smoke rising from the tower.
"AAUGHH!!", as shout was heard, along with sounds of glass shattering, walls and ceilings crashing.
Soon the white smoke disappeared. A giant iron structure was visible, with robots crawling on it.
The Eiffel Tower was returned to its original glory. All the evil robots were destroyed, after which the good ones were revived.
Everyone's mouths were open with awe and surprise. Few began to clap, followed by the others.
I wanted to give an ending speech. I began to speak. "Well, without the help of Professor (pointing towards where he was standing)..." Professor was missing. "Professor?", I called out.
"Where are you?", I was asking, while I descended to the ground floor in search of him.
"I'm retiring!", I heard a voice say. "Retiring?? Whose retiring?", I asked. "Is it you, Professor?"
"Yes, it's me. With the intense workload in helping you, I'm worn out and exhausted.", Professor said. "So I'm retiring."
"Yes, me too!", "I'm also retiring!", "Me too!", I heard voices say.
I turned back, only to see some trance music producers like Armin van Buuren, Paul van Dyk, Flutlicht, Transa etc. "Are you retiring too?", I asked them.
"Yes, we're also retiring.", they said. "So no more trance music, isn't it?"
"T-T-Trance!! Don't utter that word!", they said fearfully.
I understood why they were so scared. After all this havoc wrecked on Earth due to trance music, they have began to dread it.
"Professor, bye!! We'll communicate through e-mail and Facebook!", I bade him farewell.
THE END
Preface
Paris, 2048.
The Eiffel Tower was illegally renovated and reconstructed like a skyscraper and has become the villain's base, the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale (Federation of French World Republicans).
Their main aim is to cripple major superpowers like the US, UK, Russia, Rakouland (my imaginary country) etc. and establish a world dictatorship. They use trance music to brainwash and hypnotize the citizens into joining the villain's forces, every year at the Fête de la Musique on June 21. The French government was overthrown and UK was crippled, with London poverty and disease-ridden. With hardly any people around, Paris is no longer bustling, with their citizens doing all sorts of villainous tasks within Eiffel Tower. Streets and buildings, all are nearly desolate.1 Arrival at Paris
When I landed at Charles de Gaulle airport, it was eerily desolate, only with the airport staff visible and very few passengers. I was confused that why were there so few people there, when I heard that it quite a busy airport. 'Maybe not much people have to, or not in the mood to travel today', I thought, only to get rid of all the questions and thoughts in my mind. 'Or maybe am I hungry and tired?'
I took the cab to my hotel. The hotel was once again, a desolate place. Only the receptionist, some janitors, the room service staff and the waiters. I went to my room. It was a not-so-nice room, with a single bed and a TV. Below the TV, in a shelf were some French movie titles and a DVD player. I wanted to watch some French serials and songs, just for curiosity, but strangely there were no channels on air. I wondered what the reason could be. I asked the room service why there were no channels on air. Their reply, "No TV channels are operating in France, sir." Now new questions were coming up in my mind- Is it that the TV channels or all business in France took holiday today? So everyone's at home?
The bathtub, toilet and washbasin were a bit dirty-looking, with dents and hairline cracks. I wanted to bathe, so I took a hot water bath. The texture of the tub was not smooth and shiny, so it did not feel as luxurious as I had thought. The lunch served was OK, as hardly any markets were open. "Nombreux commerçants ont cessé de l'entreprise en raison du manque de clients, il est donc très difficile de faire des courses aujourd'hui."(Many shopkeepers have stopped business due to lack of customers, so it's very difficult to get groceries nowadays.), I overheard a waiter say.
2 City Tour
After lunch, I went for a city tour of Paris. The streets were all empty, with hardly any soul at sight. By the way, the European architecture was pristine. I was feeling like crying at the buildings as if they were brides leaving their maiden homes. La Defense was looking like the neo-22nd Century. In the thought of the architecture, I did not even come to know when I reached Notre Dame. Within the cathedral, I was feeling like as if I was one with God, owing to the silence within and outside the church. Next was the Louvre. I saw the Mona Lisa. Wonder what hand Leonardo da Vinci had that he made such a pristine painting. I was feeling euphoric, thinking if that lady came out of that painting.
Next I saw Eiffel Tower. Did that tower disappear, with a skyscraper in its place? Anime came in my thought, and I visualised lightning bolts flashing around. Out of fear, I ran away. Running in Paris, perhaps. When I stopped running, I was in some unknown garden. A signboard read 'Le Bois de Boulogne'. That garden was pristine, like as if I am in some palace meadows. On my way back, I saw some shops. Nice overcoats, scarves and blazers. I was having some thought of shoplifting owing to the desolate atmosphere, but then I saw a lady at the reception, and that thought disappeared.
"Any clothes you want to buy?", she asked.
"No thanks.", I replied.
3 Meet the Professor
When I returned to my hotel, I saw a man checking in. He hardly had any hair, had a heavy moustache and wore glasses. He was clad in a white shirt with faint blue stripes and black trousers.
"Would like to have dinner or freshen up?", the receptionist asked.
"I'd like to freshen up", the man giggled. "Well, I care a lot about hygiene." The receptionist giggled too.
When we had dinner, I tried asking the man out of curiosity, "Dear Professor, ..."
"Yes, I'm Professor Karlheinz, from Berlin."
"What you specialise in?"
"Well, I specialise in psychoacoustics."
"Well, psychoacoustics is like psychology-meets-acoustics?"
"Yes, kind of. It's the branch of science studying the psychological and physiological responses associated with sound."
"By the way, you must explore Paris. It's a really charming and beautiful place. Could you say something in German?"
"What may I say? And what's your name?"
"Maybe you could wish me Good Night. And my name's Rajdeep."
"Gute Nacht, Rajdeep."
I then went to my room to look at some concerts for Fête de la Musique tomorrow on my laptop. Finally, I stumbled upon a trance music concert held in front of Eiffel Tower. The webpage read-
FREE TRANCE CONCERT!!
FEEL THE ENERGY, FEEL THE BLISS, FEEL THE TRANSCENDENCE!!
HELD BY SOME LESSER-KNOWN YET TALENTED MUSICIANS!!
I was nearly screaming the text displayed out of excitement. Professor came in from the next room and asked, "Why you're shouting? I have research to do! Well, I'm researching on trance music and its effects."
"Oh, good luck for your research. And I'm sorry!", I said. Once he left, I shut down my laptop and packed off to hit the hay.
4 Fête de la Musique
Next day.
I woke up late from my afternoon nap. I had to rush for the concert at Eiffel Tower. I packed off, so as to not miss the concert. On the way, I met Professor.
"Good evening", I said.
"Are you going for the concert at which you screamed at last night?", Professor asked.
I replied,"Yes!".
"Well, trance music is named so as it is intended to make the listener have sensations of flying or spinning, and also seeing or feeling the sound. It may also lead to an urge to dance.", Professor said.
"Thanks for your scientific knowledge. But I'm late! By the way, how's your research?"
"Nice. And enjoy the concert!"
I reached the concert venue. There were thousands of people already present. My heart was racing, maybe that high spirit or shyness to dance.
Suddenly the sky darkened. A man, maybe the host welcomed and began his introductory speech-
"Well, today we've come here to enjoy some trance music ..."
The speech continued for a while.
"Get ready to get grooving ... Get ready to free your spirits and dance it out ... let's escape into another dimension ... Get euphoric !!
3-2-1 ..."
The first beat nearly shook me. A hard squelchy bass begun. The drums were pacing up. I was moving my hands a little and tapping my foot.
I was thinking about the sound equipment and audio technology behind this blissful dance music. By then the breakdown had begun. My racing heart was making me uncomfortable with these thoughts. I was waiting for the release to occur, so that I could dance it out.
When the release finally began, I was dancing with my hands up, followed by an electric shock given by my heart. By then, I was dancing so crazily, that I don't know what to tell. I was feeling so euphoric, as if I was jumping rhythmically over Eiffel Tower, with sound waves being my trampoline.
At the end of the concert, at midnight, a robotic voice was saying,"Thanks for showing us all your hidden energy. Enter the light !!" There was a glow at the top of the tower. In fact, I was surprised that the clock struck twelve. I entered the light, only to see an elevator coming up.
5 Welcome to the Centre
Finally the elevator came and I boarded it. I saw a robot standing beside me. The elevator then zipped down into the ground, right from the spire, like a spaceship. I began to see coloured circles cascading along the shaft. A few minutes later, it stopped. There was a futuristic glass entrance, beside which 2 robotic guards were standing. When I entered it, I felt like as if I had passed through a sky-blue sheath as I felt a ripple of air. As I walked down the aisle, I heard an announcement telling my bio data and also others. There came a conveyor which I boarded. I entered a huge room. There was a throne floating high above which descended. There sat a man, who looked like Darth Vader without his cape and mask. Instead of his costume being black, it had colours of the French flag.
He said, "Welcome to the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale. We are an organization who aims to conquer the world. I'm the Chief of this organization. Well, I won't be disclosing my name. Would you like to rest or have dinner?"
"I'd like to eat.", I said.
I was led to a hall where everyone ate their meals. It was vast, probably larger than a warehouse. The dinner served was sumptuous. I really enjoyed it.
When I was exiting the hall, a flying car came in through a tunnel. I boarded it and it led me to my living quarters. My room was numbered '7981'. I felt like freshening up, but the moment I entered the room, I felt clean. When I shut the door, an advertisement read,
NO NEED FOR WATER!!
YOUR BODY GETS STERILIZED AUTOMATICALLY WHENEVER YOU PASS THIS DOOR.
"That's OK, but what do I wear?", I thought.
When I opened the closet, surprisingly all my clothes were there. I felt really tired, so I changed my clothes for bed.
6 Première Mission (My First Mission)
I woke up early in the morning,changed my clothes and left with a smile (to sterilize my teeth, and also I felt like doing evil). I was transported to the hall for my breakfast. Once again like dinner, it was sumptuous.
Then I was transported to the Chief's place. He said,"Good morning Rajdeep. Today's your first assignment. You have to create a plasma gun that can shoot down aircraft. Currently, the power of these guns reduce considerably by the time the plasma reaches the aircraft. Even if it reaches so, the aircraft escapes being burnt but not completely destroyed. If you're not very adept in weapon-making, then we can help and teach you."
I began to make my gun, with all the help and tutorials. I thought of the following design- It would have a funnel-shaped barrel, like that of a spotlight, so as to spread the plasma over a wide area. It would also conduct (transfer) the plasma through the air for complete destruction of the aircraft. It took nearly a week and a half to finish the design and build it. To make it light, we used double-layered lightweight aluminium with the air as a pressure system (like a hot water flask).
Finally the D-Day came. It was time for me to show the Chief the constructed gun. "Oh wow, it looks very dynamic. We'll subject it to a test." So he took the gun for testing. Few hours later, during dinnertime, the Chief came to the hall to tell me that test was considered successful.
I asked, "What test?"
"For your plasma gun.", the Chief replied. "Probably you are too engrossed in your dinner. Tasty, isn't it?"
"Tasty? It's sumptuous.", I replied.
The Chief then said, "Today you get 2 medals- 'First Mission Completed' and 'First Successful Mission'."
I burst into a state of euphoria. 'Is this really my first successful mission? ... etc. such thoughts came in my mind.'
"Well, good night.", the Chief then said.
"Good night.", I replied.
7 Mission 2
Next morning, when I was heading for breakfast, someone heard me beatboxing (making music through your mouth). He then said, "I'll make you meet the Chief."
When I went to the chief, I wished him,"Good Morning!!"
The Chief, deep in thought, was muttering, "Am I forgetting something?"
"Happy Birthday!! Probably?", I replied.
"Yes, it's the Chief's birthday today", his manager told.
He then said on the mike, "TODAY IS OUR CHIEF'S BIRTH..."
He was then interrupted by another man, "Sir, I've sent him as I heard him beatbox today morning."
"Oh, Rajdeep!", Chief turned towards me and said. "Looks like you have a lot of interest in music."
"In fact, I'm learning how to play electronic keyboard. By the way, I'm interested in being an electronic musician, replete with synthesizers, audio mixers, etc.", I replied.
"Then we must send you to the music department. Maybe some birthday beats for me.", Chief giggled.
I went to the studio to create my music. I nearly became mad looking at audio equipment all over the place.
"Hi, I can instruct you about operating the equipment here. Hope you have some knowledge of music theory.", a man came in and said. He had long brown hair and was quite young looking. He looked battered and worn out. I stood perplexed for a moment, then realized who he is-
IT WAS NONE BUT DAVID GUETTA!! "Well, why aren't you answering me?", he said.
"Oh, so you're David Guetta! Well, you make nice music!! Of course, I know about music theory.", I replied.
So here my musician's journey began. Within a few days, I ended up composing almost all the ideas I had in my mind. It consisted of some songs spanning genres like dubstep, house and trance.
When I displayed my ideas to the Chief, he replied,"Well, good music. But we probably require majority of trance music. After all, we require it for recruiting people to join our organization, hey?", with a grin.
I grinned too.
From now on, I began to take my music more seriously. I teamed up with a social engineer and a psychoacousticist (Not Professor Karlheinz). Well, we require it for our organization, isn't it? (Preface, op. cit.)
Chief appreciated my music and I became almost the No. 1 musician, alongside David Guetta.
"Well, we have a surprise for you!", Chief said.
8 Surprise!
I was waiting for the surprise eagerly, with my heart racing.
'What's the surprise?', 'Is it a good surprise, or something scary?', 'Is it really important, or not?'
Such countless thoughts lingered in my mind.
Suddenly Chief stepped down and walked out, saying, "That's for your music!"
I was perplexed what made him do so.
Well, the surprise was- THAT I WAS PROCLAIMED CHIEF!!
I suddenly turned hysterical. Was that really my surprise, or what? I ascended the Chief's throne. then I was given an oath to read out and list of powers possessed by the Chief.
Some people were placed in front of me and told, "We're your private entertainers. We would entertain you the way you want us to."
"No, I won't make you do anything", I told them as I hate treating people like objects. But they were persuading me to let them entertain me.
I finally had to agree since 'When opportunity knocks, open the door' (And I also felt like being a bad guy).
I assigned everyone a mission- Unleash havoc on world cities like Berlin, Tokyo, Rome etc. using the latest weapon technology. "Berlin?", I told myself.
"Assemble the troops!!", I ordered the General. When they assembled, I was surprised to see the vast army, reaching hundreds of thousands in number. By the time I made a rough estimate of them, they were marching out.
Later that day, I read the list of projects and activities- Produce psychedelic drugs, monitor world cities among others.
I was monitoring the mission in progress. It was like a world tour looking at the cities. Just for curiosity, I looked at London. It was dilapidated and poverty-ridden, with apartments being like slums. Major buildings like The Cigar, The Shard etc. were destroyed.
Meanwhile, Professor Karlheinz visited the Louvre while touring Paris. He entered the huge glass pyramid and was thinking about the acoustic reverberation of sound. Deep in scientific thought, he suddenly fell through the ground. It was dark all around. Suddenly a dim light glowed and he hit a heavy door.
9 Sympathy
Was I really looking at London? That friendly and bustling metro? Was it really dilapidated or destroyed, or am I hallucinating?
I broke down and cried. I had suicidal thoughts coming up in my mind.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I DON'T DESERVE ANY LIFE!!", I was wailing. Images of those poor, suffering Londoners came up in my head. I felt a lot of sympathy for them.
I walked into the prison, down to the sentencing room.
"Strip and flog me in this tub of acid!!", I was shouting at the hangman. "Please do this to me!"
"What you're speaking? Are you in your senses?", the hangman told.
"No, I'm not in my senses. DO SO OR ELSE YOU'LL BE SENTENCED!!", I replied.
I then began to enter the tub of acid. I was feeling scared. My heart was racing. Owing to the fear, I fainted, hearing some voices from far away.
I then saw a poor boy coming and sympathizing with me. "Come to my home", he said. I followed him to his home. A lady was standing at the door, probably waiting for her son.
"You're such a good boy. You deserve a life. I want you to grow and make this world a better place.", I told that child. We then talked about various aspects, such as livelihood in dilapidated London etc.
Suddenly I saw myself in a hospital. There were robotic doctors all around. I heard Professor Karlheinz's voice and then his face appeared.
"Professor, how come you're here?", I asked. "Were you present already?"
"I came from there (pointing towards an Emergency Exit door).", Professor replied. "By the way, what strange place is this?"
"It's the base of the Fédération de Républicains Française Mondiale (FRFM).", I replied. I then told everything about the organization to him. "This organization! No peace until I pull it down."
"Well, we can devise a plan.", Professor replied. "Maybe we just require it's blueprints."
10 The Plan
In my room, I gave Professor all the blueprints and studied them with him. These blueprints were related to various subjects like the layout, the technology etc.
"Maybe we have to destroy the robotic guards. Then only we can free all the people working in the organization, many of them who are not evil.", I said.
"But how do we do so?", Professor said.
I was thinking for a while what could be done. Then suddenly, an idea popped up in my mind. "RoboEarth (World Wide Web for robots)!! We can share a virus through the RoboEarth servers, which in turn could destroy the robots."
"I heard about some drugs.", Professor said.
"What drugs?? Oh, those psychedelic drugs?", I asked.
"We can create an antidote to it.", Professor replied. "Any drug makers? Well, I can't do so as I know only psychoacoustics."
"Once the drug's effect is over, we can unite and fight against the evil ones.", I said.
I dashed out to the drug maker's room. "Make an antidote to the drugs!!"
"But how can I do so? Isn't it against our motives??", he questioned me, with a French accent. "Well, Chief, since it's your orders, I'll do so."
"Our idea's probably working!! And then this organization would be down in almost no time!", I said, upon returning back to Professor.
I then went to my Control Room. "Cancel the mission!!", I replied. "Wrap up everything! Whatever you've destroyed leave it as it is.", I ordered the Army on the mike. By then the Army had just began to attack the cities.
"But what do we do now? And what's making you cancel so? Destruction is our dream!! By the way, we've just landed.", the General replied.
11 Execute The Plan!! I
After the General returned with his Army, all the people were questioning me.
"How dare you destroy our dreams?", one person said.
"Would you allow us to go back?", another said.
Such kind of questions were being asked to me. To get rid of them, I yelled at them-
"GO BACK TO YOUR ROOMS!! STOP GIVING ME A HEADACHE!"
By then the chemical analysis of the psychedelic drugs were done.
By lunchtime, the drug's effect was over in most of the people. They came to me and started shouting defamatory slogans and cuss words.
"We'll kill you, Chief!!", they shouted.
"You've cheated us by coaxing us to join this *bleep* organization.", some shouted.
"WAIT!!", I said. "Before I begin, I'd like the General to leave this room."
Once General left with a confused face as to why he is made to leave, I then began to discuss my plan.
"Oh really!", one said.
"Shh!! Softly.", I whispered. "Anyone with the know-how of computer programming?"
Some people raised their hands. "Then go to the computer.", I said.
Before I left, I told everyone, "Everything must be ready by today night. Execute the program (virus) by tomorrow morning."
At dinnertime, everyone came in and told, "Everything's ready. The drugs (antidote), the program (virus)... everything."
"Good!! Have a good night!", I then said.
12 Execute The Plan!! II
Next morning, when I woke up, the first task I did was to meet the other people involved in our plan.
"Where's the program?", I asked.
"That guy's must've gone to the computer", a person replied.
I went to the computer and saw a man typing and clicking at it. "The viru.. I-I mean the program's copied onto the computer. But I'm unable to upload it onto RoboEarth.", the guy standing there said.
I helped him in the upload. I opened the RoboEarth Wizard application. There, I clicked to the menus to select the option 'Send Command/Message/Program'. I then opened the directory containing the virus and selected 'Upload'. Some processing occurred after which the message 'Uploaded Successfully' appeared.
We then proceeded to the kitchen, so as to check if the antidote to the drugs was secretly mixed in the food.
The others then went for their breakfast at the hall, while I ate mine in my room. When they were leaving, they saw that the robotic guards were collapsing, one by one like dominoes.
They began to follow them in the direction along which they were falling. Out of enthusiasm, we were running so fast that the sound of our footsteps were nearly in unison with the sound of the falling robots. Just then, they unknowingly dashed against the former Chief.
"Hey you! Can't you see where you're going?? Who will repair the dying robots? If you dash against the Founder (hereafter 'Founder') of this organization, I'll tell Chief that... ", he shouted in anger. He then began to run towards my room angrily
"Hey sir, what happened?", he asked.
"What kinda Chief you're?? Can't you even tell your people to fulfil their duties? FROM NOW ON YOU'LL STEP DOWN AS CHIEF!!"
"STEP DOWN!!", he shouted at me.
"Yes, I'll step down...", I said calmly and firmly, "...but you will meet your end. And the General and all the other *bleep* guys you have with you, will also meet their end."
"Yes! Yes!! You all will meet your end.", the other people came in were shouting. By then, the General was already dead and his face got detached, only to reveal wires and circuits inside (He was a cyborg).
"See, your own people are against you.", I told the Founder. "Take him to his end!!"
Soon plasma guns shot with glory. The plasma ricocheted the floor, only to destroy one of the tall pillars at a corner. And another.
And yet another.
Soon, the ceiling got dislocated and became diagonal. It was supported by only a pillar on one side.
The Founder shouted, "RUN!!"
He ran away, and we all followed him. We continued shooting. And the walls and ceilings may have been getting destroyed.
He ran to the Spaceship Parking. Its signboard must have fallen.
When his spaceship began to take off, we boarded the Combat spaceships.
We continued shooting at the spaceship. But it wasn't getting destroyed. But when the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Within minutes we were above some hilly area. Suddenly the spaceship came crashing down onto a hill. The engine was exhausted.
We also landed and caught the Founder, giving him a punch. "Oh, hi guys!", he said.
"What 'hi guys!!' ", I told him angrily. "Now you go to your end!!"
"Oh sir, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry!!", he pleaded.
13 What A Revelation!
"What you thought, Mr. Founder, that you'll make the world dance to your tunes? Now you face the music yourself!", I said, clutching his suit. "You'll be tried in the..."
Suddenly, his eyes began to roll. And then his head. A pull was being felt on my hand. Fearing that I would slip and fall off the hill, I nearly leaned against him.
Suddenly I fell on him, like as if I wanted to pin him down. He had fainted.
"Wow!! What a great thing!! The notorious Founder's dead!!", some people said, clapping and cheering.
"Wait!! He has fainted. And we need him for evidence in the court.", I said. "So no need to rejoice so soon. Call the air ambulance, quick!"
I waited for sometime. No sign of the ambulance. But out of hope, I kept on looking at the sky.
It was afternoon. Not even the ambulance, but also not a single soul was at sight. So we began to climb down the hill, carrying the Founder. I was the last one to climb, owing to my neck pain, and also the slowest to descend.
While we were descending, we came across an old mountain railway. We boarded it.
The console in the motorman's room was mind-boggling. There was some levers and several buttons and switches, marked with all kinds of symbols and letters. I pressed a button, when my hands accidentally touched a lever and turned on some switches.
The train was shaking with a noise and it began to move. It began to move.
Within minutes, it was moving upwards, so I reversed the direction of one of the levers. Suddenly, it began hurtling downwards at maximum speed.
We were screaming loudly
, becoming breathless out of fear. Soon we were nearing the bottom of the mountain. Fearing an accident, I quickly pulled a lever upwards. The train finally stopped with a jerk and a loud squeal. We quickly took the Founder out of the train and went out of the station. By then my neck had also stopped paining.We quickly left the station and entered the town. We ran up, down and across the town, in search for an hospital. Just then, a man shouted-
There was an emergency room in the station itself!
We ran back to the station, to enter the emergency room. We quickly put the Founder on an empty bed.
"Quick, administer first aid!!", I shouted. No one was at sight. I shouted twice, but there was no reply. Then I realized-
That virus has crippled all the robots connected to RoboEarth, not just the ones within the organization's base.
"Anybody who knows CPR to revive him?", I asked. I received a volunteer.
He came and began to perform CPR on the Founder. Within minutes, he was conscious.
"Thanks for saving me!!", he was saying. "Where am I?"
"I have just revived you for evidence!!", I told him.
"What evidence??", he asked me, scratching his head.
"Related to your organization!!", I told him.
"What organization are you talking about?"
"The FRFM! And all of your bad deeds you've done for this planet!!"
A man then intervened and said, "By his behaviour, there seems to be some problem with him. I'm a trained clinical psychiatrist, even in the organization. Let me perform some tests on him."
I stepped back. He then took the bed to another room. He bolted its door shut and began to perform the tests on him.
We waited for the results. Sometime later, I said, "I'm hungry, so I'll have something at the cafeteria nearby."
"Let's have lunch!!", few others remarked. So we went to the cafeteria. After lunch, we returned to the emergency room. There, the man came in and remarked,
"Looks like he has split personality! So its may be difficult to prove him as the offender at court, only if he his taken for treatment." I then remarked, "We'll book ourselves into some hotels for the day. Let's begin treatment. Anyone volunteering for therapist?", I asked.
Some of the people came in and said, "Let's treat him!!"
14 Restoration Work
"How much time it'll take for the Founder to be treated?", I asked them.
"Maybe a few days. Or weeks. Or even months.", they replied.
'What can we do now?', I was thinking. An idea came in my mind.
"Aha! We can do some restoration work!"
"What restoration work?"
"What else? London, the French government and all the well-behaved robots on this planet. So let's begin!! All the other guys, enter your combat ships!!"
We went up the mountain rail to the spot where our combat ships have landed. We boarded them. Within minutes, we were back to the FRFM base at Paris.
"Let's discuss our plan.", I told everyone else. "Away from the bad guys."
So we began to discuss.
"Is there any equipment to restore things back to normal?"
"We have robots but we don't have Doreamon yet. Moreover, our robots are currently deceased. So one can't expect to use any of his gadgets such as a Time Kerchief to restore things back to normal."
"We can rather modify existing equipment for our work to be done."
"How about that plasma gun used for destroying aircraft?"
"We haven't come here to destroy things!!"
"We can replace the plasma generator with sanitizing, sterilizing and germ-killing UV ray generator. The one we use for screening and treating our people in this organization (with reference to diseased people at London). This way, we can utilize manpower for our task to be done."
Such kind of discussion was going on. Finally our plan was complete, with the following things done-
A robot-rectifying program for reviving and restoring all the robots on this planet (it links to offline RoboEarth backup servers). This is to be done after FRFM is made defunct, with the base destroyed.
Manpower along with latest construction technology available to rebuild and restore London and the French government (for destroyed buildings in other cities, population is healthy enough for restoration work to be done). By utilizing money in the organization (mainly black money and money stolen form France's government treasury).
As expected, our plan was working well at full swing. If you're wondering where we're getting the digital blueprints for the restoration work from, it's kept under lock and key at the Élysée Palace (Paris) and the Buckingham Palace (London) (Where the French president and the British monarch live respectively).
15 The Trial
Within several days, the restoration work was done. One must have commented like this at the end-
"Days!? It must've taken months to get the job done!"
Today I went to the place where the Founder was staying during his treatment. He was looking quite jovial and happy today, not like the evil guys. I asked the therapist-
"Is he responding well?"
"Yes, he's responding well.", he replied. He came to me and whispered, "Not the right time for trying him at court, he's still in the stage of treatment." "By the way, how's your work going? Just heard it's over.", he continued, opening the door of the hotel room.
We went downstairs, to chat over a cup of coffee on the street. We talked about various things, such as the restoration work, the Founder's treatment etc. Our conversation ended with the following words by the therapist-
"Well, I have to go now. I have to take care of the Founder."
I went upstairs with him. When I opened the door, I saw the Founder yelling and crying-
"IT'S MY FAULT! ITS ALL MINE!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE ALL THE MISTAKES I'VE DONE!"
"Oh sir, what happened?", I asked.
"Hey, you *bleep* fellow!! How dare you could carry on the legacy of destroying this planet!", he replied. "I wouldn't rest in peace, UNLESS I KILL YOU!!"
He suddenly darted towards me and started to attack me. "HELP!!", I faintly cried. I was nearly being choked by his half-nelson.
The therapist came and tried to pacify him. "Don't worry, I'll do whatever you want us to do."
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYONE!!", the Founder replied and he tried attacking the therapist. Suddenly he collapsed and I saw an incision on his hand. The therapist put him on a wheelchair.
'What happened?', I was wondering. The therapist told me, "I've managed to tranquillise him. Let him have some rest."
Few hours later.
The Founder woke up. He was sobbing, but not like before.
He suddenly came to my lap and said,
"I accept my mistake. I'd like you to execute me in public. Please, I'm wishing for my last hour. I'd be highly obliged if you do so in front of Eiffel Tower."
I was taken aback by what he said. I and the therapist began to fear him after his attack. So I said, "Your wish would be granted."
I darted to the FRFM base and ordered-
"Professor!! Please switch on the radio transmitter for broadcast! I have to make an announcement. And it's also for everyone here."
I began to speak on the mike, announcing the Founder's execution. "Therapist!! Bring the Founder at the tower's first level!", I ended my announcement here. Its recording in French began.
I went up with the Founder and therapist. As I was going upstairs, I saw the growing crowd. By the time I was up, the crowd consisted of millions. There was a tub full of acid and a flogging machine nearby. The Founder came and said, "T-This is m-my-my... this is my final word- 'FAREWELL!!' Let peace prevail! Grow up to be good men and make this planet a better place."
He then plunged himself into the tub, with a loud splash.
16 What Happened Next...
The splash reverberated across the air, as if everyone is dying along with the Founder. This was followed by clouds of white smoke rising from the tower.
"AAUGHH!!", as shout was heard, along with sounds of glass shattering, walls and ceilings crashing.
Soon the white smoke disappeared. A giant iron structure was visible, with robots crawling on it.
The Eiffel Tower was returned to its original glory. All the evil robots were destroyed, after which the good ones were revived.
Everyone's mouths were open with awe and surprise. Few began to clap, followed by the others.
I wanted to give an ending speech. I began to speak. "Well, without the help of Professor (pointing towards where he was standing)..." Professor was missing. "Professor?", I called out.
"Where are you?", I was asking, while I descended to the ground floor in search of him.
"I'm retiring!", I heard a voice say. "Retiring?? Whose retiring?", I asked. "Is it you, Professor?"
"Yes, it's me. With the intense workload in helping you, I'm worn out and exhausted.", Professor said. "So I'm retiring."
"Yes, me too!", "I'm also retiring!", "Me too!", I heard voices say.
I turned back, only to see some trance music producers like Armin van Buuren, Paul van Dyk, Flutlicht, Transa etc. "Are you retiring too?", I asked them.
"Yes, we're also retiring.", they said. "So no more trance music, isn't it?"
"T-T-Trance!! Don't utter that word!", they said fearfully.
I understood why they were so scared. After all this havoc wrecked on Earth due to trance music, they have began to dread it.
"Professor, bye!! We'll communicate through e-mail and Facebook!", I bade him farewell.
THE END