27th December 2050
Daniel was flying back in his private airplane from India. He had scheduled meetings with who and who of Indian politics and administration. He was lying in his executive seat with his eyes closed, but he was not sleeping. The situation was too serious to relax.
Amanda, his secretary, was with him on the flight.
The speech of Indian Prime Minister Podi created a huge wave of unrest across India and split the nation into two: One, who were pro-Saans and the other who stood and supported PM Podi. Saans took a major blow from this announcement. Many smaller countries from Africa and Asia expressed their concerns and doubts regarding viability of the plan. India was too crucial for Saans to lose.
In this two-day trip, Daniel tried to persuade PM Podi and his supporters to join the Association. He even offered them partnership as equal stakeholders in the project, but PM Podi was hell bent on creating his own colony in space.
"We are strong enough to find our way out of this impending disaster. If Saans really wants India to join, then they should work under the umbrella of Indian administration." PM Podi's counteroffer was unacceptable to Saans. Accepting PM Podi's offer would mean succumbing to filthy world politics and that was unacceptable to him. If he had wanted that he would have worked with countries having higher monetary and literary resources.
His trip basically proved to be an utter failure. He could not even convince one Podi's companion to join hands with Saans.
"Maybe I should drop the idea of having onboard the Mother Earth 1." He was thinking among these lines right now.
"Drink?" Amanda asked.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She stood beside him with a champagne glass.
He looked at her inquisitively.
"It's Grape Nectar." She knew he doesn't drink.
He smiled and grabbed the glass.
Amanda Sat in front of him. She looked sexy in her blue dress. Daniel could take his eyes off her for a while.
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28th December 2050
Dr. James Breakwell was in his lab at Saans working with large Hadron Collider. Dr. James was a 59-year-old genius theoretical physicist of American descent. He was famous for his arrogant, eccentric, absent mindedness and non-social behavior across the scientific communities. He married 5 times and all his marriages failed.
He lost his faith in the institution of marriage after his fifth divorce and turned to transaction and need based relationship with women. He joined Saans only 7 years ago and became President of Saans Research Facilities within five years. He was genius and visionary. Daniel liked his dedication and hard work while he respected and adored him for providing ideal environment and resources for his research.
Saans had provided him lodging in the laboratory. He would remain busy in his experiments all day. He was working on finding a way to access and use 4th dimension. He was too close to unravel the 4th dimension to the world.
"Professor! Dr. Nathan is here." He was looking at the screen when a male voice echoed in the room.
"Send him in." He ordered.
He looked at the screen again. He was expecting positive results.
"Hello Professor." Dr. Nathan's voice echoed in the room. He pressed a button and a door on the back opened. Dr. Nathan came in.
Dr. James did not greet him. He did not even look at him. He was just staring at the screen, on which numbers were continuously changing.
"How did it go? Did they allow human experimentation" Dr. James asked without taking his eyes of screen.
"No. It was disproved." Dr. Nathan scoffed.
"Idiots." Dr. James commented and the room was silent again.
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29th December 2050
Sheen Marlo was an obese British-American. He was 38 years old man and an average singer. He had released three albums in his singing career spanning over twenty years. He was famous in the music industry by his nickname "MB" short for Medial Bear. Medial because of his average talent and height and Bear because of his obesity.
Despite his average talent, he survived in the industry due to this sort of fame, his people friendly nature and his low charges. All his albums barely managed to cover costs until now. His recent song when released on Public Video Platforms blew out of proportion and became the biggest hit of all times.
The song became so massive that within few days it became the most watched song of all times. The song had average lyrics, Sheen's average voice, a below average composition and a meaningless video with exposing women in it. Still it became a chartbuster. Critics were calling it the Worst "Best Song" ever.
Sheen was just leaving the office of CEO of a very huge event management company. They had just asked him to sing his latest song on new year eve at Times square. He was supposed to sing right after the countdown.
He was over the moon. Good news one after the other.
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30th December 2050
Emma was sitting in the back seat of hover car. She was immersed in her phone. She was going to spend new years with her Grandparents in Oklahoma. She had been feeling unwell for a past few days. There has been razzle-dazzle in white house due to recent news of Armageddon. Emma has not been able to rest properly. So, her parents decided to send her over to her grandparents'. She could rest and recuperate there.
Emma was excited to spend the new years with them as well. She loved spending time them. She was a big fan of Grandma's home baked cookies and Grandpa's funny stories. It was doing to be far much better than the boring parties at white house.
"Hello." She pressed a button on her ear gear.
"Yes Mom. I am fine." She wiped her nose with tissue. Her voice was a little low due to stuffed nose.
"We will reach in half an hour or so." She listened to the other side.
"Okay. Mom. Don't worry." She comforted her mother.
"Bye mom." She pressed the button on her ear gear.
Liiiiiiiiiife….
Is now.
"Life is now…." She lip-synced the Worst Best Song ever.