The red sun rose driving away the chilly and mysterious night. The light of revelation spread across the mighty city of Kolkata. This light was followed by birds who had woken up from their slumber and started their singing. It was the regular boring morning and the city was starting to get ready to continue its monotonic day. The corporate worker was running to reach their destination on time and students, regular as well as hero aspirants, were either brooding or were excited to start their new day. The shops were pulling up their 3d signboards and those uncouth punks had started their air-surfing, courtesy of France's magnetic repulsion technology.
However, something was different today. The dark ruined house where a petty pickpocket lived had a few streaks of light entering through the broken window that was gifted by those from whom the skinny boy had stolen. The streaks of golden light fell on the boy's face.
"Huh??..who tf is this ..close the curtains..someone??"The boy shouted sleepily. Seeing that the light was still disturbing his sleep he got up angrily to scold those lazy bums of 'helpers' when he realised he was in a shack and not in his mansion.
He remembered what had happened lat night and walked groggily across the dingy room.
"Whoa .... that wasn't some weird dream."He had really transmigrated and was now at the bottom of the food chain. He was thinking all this stuff when his stomach made a loud noise. He was hungry. The body had probably not received any nutrition for quite some time and coupled with the sheltered scientist inhabiting the body the huger was tripled.
He started searching for some food or money while remembering all the wealth he had in store. He did not get any food but a hundred rupee note which could probably get him enough to last a day or not..he did not know.
But, now he knew . He was in India.
It was one of the best outcomes. India was a growing super power,sharing rank 3 with Russia. It was the land of Magicraft[Mystic Science](not magic ..mind you) and artifacts.Further, to help with his situation, several institutions cared for children and taught them as long as they were willing to learn to cope up with the growing population and speed up the eradication of illiteracy, food and shelter free.
He was ecstatic when he remembered he was still 16.
He still remembers his name. He remembers remembering this body's name and feats last night .
He sat down in a corner, helpless and depressed. He then remembered something...the team's prediction!
"No...This can't go on. I will have to do something to be back to the mainstream. No good in brooding like this...Let's get out and see what I can do.."
Krishna got up and was going to exit the shack when his eyes fell on a corner of the shack. There was a bag of some sort. This aroused his interest and he went on to check it.
"Wow.. this kid was surely something. So many Citizen chips ...how did he get these. Oh.. a knife too.."
Citizen Chips were the identities of the humans living on Earth. It was a Global identification and were generally imbedded in people's wrists. this was enough to confirm that the boy was not so simple, well not that he thought he was, given the electrocution and chemicals.
"Ahh!! I remember now 'I' used to wait in 'those' lanes and attacked the pair of male and female when they were doing the 'job' ... extracted the chips.. a pretty weird hobby of mine" reminisced Krishna not realising that he addressed himself as 'I'.
"Anyway, let's get out.." saying this Krishna got out of the shack taking with himself the Citizen chips and the knife.
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Sujoy Mallick, a Cyber Cafe owner, woke up from his deep slumber and dragged his plump body he got dressed had breakfast and again dragged himself away for work. Cyber Cafes were a rare sight nowadays and a losing business. However, he neither had the capital to start another business nor did he have enough qualifications to do a job. Hence, the father's cybercafe was the only way for him to earn money. No one really came to his cafe except for the few in an emergency. It acted as the examination hall for some poor NGO run schools and commissions and fees from them , coupled with government grants were enough for him to lead a normal life, though he was not at all satisfied. Also, the news of visit of the loan sharks today had already ruined his day. He had lost 1000 dollars in betting last night and caused a scence, damaging stuff , costing him 5000 usd .He was brooding over while reading his 3d newspaper when he saw a skinny boy, probably 16-17 years old, in rags coming towards his cafe.
" OH!!..great now a beggar has come to 'extort' ..."thought a pissed off Sujoy.
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Krishna was walking down the street when a devilish thought struck him. "Wait a minute...I still remember my T-bank details ... so ... I need a device to access the Internet and voila!!" exclaimed an ecstatic Krishna when a thought struck him that allayed his ecstasy "But who will give a beggar such a device".
Engrossed in all these thoughts, Krishna was walking along the footpath, ignoring all those who were disgusted by his appearance and those, who told their children to walk along, ignoring him.
He had seen himself in a broken mirror in his house. Truth be told, he did not look bad nor was he stunningly handsome. He was just....average.
He was tall, 1.8 something, despite the poverty. He had long, uncombed, dishevelled, brownish hair with some wispy facial hair. He had a square face with a slightly tapering chin. An average forehead and nose and sunken cheeks. However, he had a great pair of brown eyes that had an unusual shine. He was, obviously, skinny with visible ribs. He walked barely, dragging his lanky figure.
He arrived at a crossing when he saw a cyber cafe. A rare sight and a rare chance. His eyes lit up. He had 100 rupees on him. It was worth a try.
Krishna crossed the road and arrived by the cafe. He was greeted by a livid person, probably the owner.
"Sir, I do not know why you are so mad nor do I wish to. I just want to use a computer to access my T-bank," said Krishna nonchalantly ignoring the tone he used. After all, the one inside was the great Emmanuel Clearwater. In fact, he thought he was being very respectful towards a mere cyber cafe owner.
The owner infuriated, said ina demeaning tone," Listen, Brat, I do not have the time to fool around and seeing that attitude of yours you ain't getting a penny out of me. So, Get Lost. "
Realising his fault, Krishna tried to make up a story.
"Sir, sir, sir please don't misunderstand. I am in a really tight situation right now ....uhh... actually my friend and I were doing a social experiment and something happened which led to this situation of mine. So, if you allow me to access your device, it would be a great help."
The owner looked at the skinny boy in rags standing before him in disbelief. However, the way this boy spoke was not something a beggar could do. So...a cheat huh!!
"Oh.. okay! I'll let you use the computer just for a minute and the price is 200 rupees and you have to pay 100 right now. If you take it, so; if not adieu."
"Okay. I am ready to pay. "
"Right. Now follow me. I need to register your chip. You have one right." said the owner taking the money with a shit-eating grin on his face. The money was not much but he enjoyed playing with such cheats.
" Uhhh...I do have it but... it's in a really uncomfortable place..soo.."