Dhruvansh sat in class, his chin propped lazily on his palm, eyes glazed over as he stared out of the large window. Outside, the Varanasi Megacity gleamed in the afternoon sun, a metropolis of towering structures and sprawling greenery. The gentle hum of his AI assistant, Eye, played softly in his ear, running silent calculations for his next experiment. His mind wasn't on the classroom lecture but on the latest upgrade to his smartwatch and the upcoming experiment he had been dreaming of—one inspired by an ancient movie from the pre-Megaregion era: Spider-Man.
Meanwhile, in front of the class, the history teacher continued her lesson with an impassioned voice. She was explaining the tumultuous history that had led to the creation of the Megaregions and the World Council, a history that every child had heard countless times, but she was doing her best to make it sound fresh.
"The world was once divided into 192 countries," the teacher explained. "Each with its own government, borders, and laws. And because of these divisions, wars were frequent. People fought over land, resources, and power. But after centuries of conflict, the people of the world grew tired of their leaders and their endless promises of peace that never came. They revolted. It was a global revolution, started by five individuals from the five regions that would later become the Megaregions."
Dhruvansh glanced briefly at the teacher, his attention still mostly elsewhere. He had already read everything there was to know about the rise of the Megaregions and the Dual Councils. He knew the dates, the key figures, and even the pivotal battles. To him, it was history, but his real focus was on the future—the future he was planning to build with his own hands.
"The revolution lasted for 33 years," the teacher continued, her eyes sweeping over the class. "It was a time of great suffering. Civil unrest, widespread crime, and violence were rampant. But in the end, it led to the establishment of the five Megaregions and the World Council, which brought about peace and stability."
She paused, her gaze landing on Dhruvansh, who was staring dreamily out the window. She knew he wasn't paying attention, though he rarely ever needed to.
"Dhruvansh," she called out.
His name snapped him back to the present. He blinked and looked at the teacher.
"Can you explain the five Megaregions and their respective old countries? And the five new megacities that make up each region?"
Without missing a beat, Dhruvansh sat up straighter and began to recite the information. "There are five Megaregions: Northameria, which includes the old countries of the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Eurafrica, which combined Europe and Africa after the revolution. Asia-Pacifica, which includes what were once India, China, Japan, and Australia. Latimerica, which merged South and Central America. And finally, Antarica, which became a new center for research and sustainability."
The class went quiet as Dhruvansh's voice filled the room with facts and data. His lazy demeanor was gone, replaced by the clear and confident tone of someone who had long mastered the subject.
"The five new megacities in each region serve as the main hubs of governance and economy. In Northameria, we have Atlantis (Formerly the U.S. and Canada), Aurora, Horizon, Paxis and Neoterra. Eurafrica is centered around Nova Terra (Spanning Europe and Africa), Solace, Eurion, Zion, and Lumina. Asia-Pacifica is governed from Elysium (the floating city hovering over the former Indian and Pacific Oceans, includes India, China, Japan, etc.), Utopia, Celestia, Zircon and Mirai. Latimerica has Solara (Spanning Central and South America), Esperanza, Verde Ciudad, Nuevo Amanecer and Luz Del Sur, and Antarica has Frosthaven (Antarctica, now a hub for research and sustainable living), Glacia, Polaris, Arctis and Zephyr."
The teacher nodded approvingly as Dhruvansh finished. "Correct. Thank you, Dhruvansh."
He sat back down, the momentary focus dissipating as his thoughts returned to his project.
Later that day, after the school bell rang, Dhruvansh eagerly rushed out of the classroom. His mother, Devi, stood waiting at the main gate. As they walked home together, she noticed the excited energy buzzing around him.
"You seem eager to get back to your room today," Devi said with a knowing smile.
"Yes, Maa," Dhruvansh replied. "I've got an experiment I'm dying to try."
Devi chuckled softly. "Another one of your inventions?"
"This one's different. I'm going to see if I can create spider silk—like in the old Spider-Man movies."
Devi raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Spider silk? As in, the super-strong webbing?"
Dhruvansh nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Exactly. It's a tensile-strength polymer, and if I can figure out the right chemical formula, I should be able to synthesize it. Just imagine, Maa! A real-life version of something from those old movies."
Devi smiled, impressed as always by her son's boundless curiosity. "Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Just be careful, alright?"
Back home, Dhruvansh wasted no time. He raced up to his room, pulling out his experiment log and setting up his equipment. Eye, the AI, was already online, monitoring his every move.
"Ready to begin, Dhruvansh?" Eye's calm, mechanical voice asked.
"Ready," Dhruvansh replied, pulling on his safety goggles and gloves.
He had spent weeks researching the chemical composition of spider silk, using both ancient scientific literature and modern advancements. He carefully measured out various chemicals and compounds, adding them to a series of vials, each connected to a small reactor he had built himself.
"Let's try Formula One," Dhruvansh muttered to himself as he mixed the first batch.
For the next few hours, he worked in near silence, except for Eye's occasional reading of his experiment log. His first attempt was a failure—the silk dissolved into a sticky mess that didn't hold any tensile strength. Undeterred, Dhruvansh meticulously recorded the results.
"First attempt: Failure. Polymer chain unstable. Will adjust binding agent and retry."
The second attempt wasn't much better. The silk was too brittle, snapping under minimal stress. But with each failure, Dhruvansh grew more determined.
"Second attempt: Failure. Tensile strength too weak. Adjusting molecular structure."
It wasn't until the third attempt that Dhruvansh finally saw progress. As he held up the strand of synthetic silk, he could feel the difference in its texture. It was stronger, more elastic, and, most importantly, it held together.
"Third attempt: Partial success. Spider silk synthesized with moderate tensile strength. Further testing required."
He smiled, satisfied with the day's work but knowing that there was still much to improve. Spider silk was just the beginning. His mind was already racing with thoughts of future projects—like building a functioning Arc Reactor, inspired by the same old-world movies.
But for now, it was time to rest.
Later, as the sun began to set, Dhruvansh joined the other children in the orphanage for dinner. After a long day of experiments and intellectual challenges, he relished these moments of normalcy. The laughter, the playful teasing, and the shared sense of family grounded him in a way that nothing else could.
Once dinner was done, he and the others headed to the backyard for their daily physical training with Karna. The retired Force General didn't go easy on them, but the children loved it. They respected him and admired his strength, just as they did Devi for her wisdom.
Karna's booming voice echoed through the yard as he led the children through stretches, push-ups, and agility drills. Dhruvansh, though physically smaller than some of the other kids, kept up easily. His reflexes were sharp, his coordination perfect, and he approached physical training with the same intensity he brought to his studies.
After the workout, they practiced their martial arts. Karna had introduced them to Taekwondo, Judo, and even Krav Maga. Dhruvansh loved these lessons, seeing them as another puzzle to solve, another skill to master. His movements were fluid, precise—already displaying the signs of someone who could become truly formidable in the future.
As the evening drew to a close and the stars began to appear in the night sky, Dhruvansh lay in bed, his mind buzzing with ideas for tomorrow's experiments. But for now, as his eyes grew heavy, he let himself drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that, with each passing day, he was inching closer to creating a world of his own design.
And tomorrow—tomorrow would bring new challenges, new inventions, and new successes.
In the quiet darkness of his room, Eye whispered, "Goodnight, Dhruvansh."
And with a smile on his face, the boy genius dreamed of the future he would one day build.