'Initiating power in screens.
Synchronizing seconds to unification. Unification helps to balance time.
Several timelines run through the screens until it is ordered to sync with each other.
The characters are emerged from those synched timelines so to associate and produce a compelling scenic devotion towards the germination of a culture. A culture unheard of.
The eleven screens synched itself as their group heard some footsteps.
"Get out! Go unite yourself!"
A man loved to yell in his 50s. His carefree attitude was hidden. He peeked towards his heavy mechanized buddies, or in his words - hollow glass boxes, workmates for sending the species uninformed, tagged 'Careless'.
"You hollow creatures sure know to make a fellow oldie - HOLLOW!"
But this oldie was a man of culture. He begged his screens to follow his 'Reputed Traditions'.
If culture was an entity, it might have wished for a single body government that gave orders, the brain and brawls behind those landings, a few negligible conversations that included grins and chuckles, brainstorming (probably allowed or not).
With no flashy skills, the man preferred to remain silent. Until he is brought back, the thought that it arrived somewhere.
The same thought, deleted)>
<(Mr. Devansh Roach, shimmered his golden badge, with his chiseled chest which helped him gain confidence in what right thing he did for the Evolved. The badge which he involuntarily touched every now and then talking to his assistant colleague associated to him and did showcase mark of profound honour with his job in which he worked for. They were hired by the Evolved and given an immortal pellet to work for an evolving time. The Evolved was a powerful entity who wanted to showcase, an ass-tattering impression of simulations over the most complex organisms. THE HUMANS.
They were brought from India after it turned a materialistic, totalitarian and brainwashed human. Writers were caged to cut their hand that had a flair for lustrous writing. Their eroticas indulged some of the workers of the Evolved to indulge in some hanky-panky which the senior officers of Evolved never vouched for.
Chopped neater than vegetables then into pieces. Or maybe drugged then slicing began, who knows?
Although, he is unaware of the rewards of the job. He is a hopeless workloader. One might say it's because to not have his brain washed or wiped up like a floor.
Nundy knew himself. Or maybe he had a vague idea of his personality. He was a scared frenetic individual. He was a usual rambler about the Evolved hatching schemes to send him and Mr. Roach into the space anytime now if they weren't following orders chronologically.
He was recently given access to the circle of five simulations. These five simulations were powered by Mr. Nundy. Their similar screens had numbers that made them distinct. The screens were fine-established by Roach who created those with the help of the fine manual PRAGMATASH.
Nundy's uvula wore a shimmering ring that powered the simulations, overcharging them to start their daily list of activities mentioned in their cover screen attached to their top left corner. They don't need to plan their day like humans. Devansh and Nundy had to plan their tasks to achieve absolute efficiency.
A disorderly furious man, unknowingly aware of the consistent training materials that labeled him inferior before, but later provided to the five simulations simultaneously. His face turned red like blood probably because of his overused materials that didn't gave him expected results. Maybe it was because of his blood drops that were soaked by the machines more often now to connect with him on the inside.)>
<('Did you do that again?' an annoyed man who was Devansh with two dimples and double chins formerly dressed like a surgeon asked with an irresistable urge to make someone understand something to a person whose stomach growled as his ramblings came to a halt.
'How many codes, uncountable? I have told you, many a times? Don't feed your blood. SO EASIER! It's not a sweet or something nutrilite, it's more diabolical with intensity. You have to nurture them not experiment with their boiling blood or in this case, yours!)>
<('I don't know, there's no count, and it might taste sweet to them, you don't know them. Yet.' said Mr. Devansh Roach.)>
They'll lose their sense of coherence that they developed with the first dose of your blood. You won't be able to finish your project in the given deadline by the Evolved. The later consequences are probably something I won't recommend for those who are probably of your age.'
'I'm relatively aware about the greed of blood intensifying that is rattling their hideous brains.
The brains of honorary Simus.' The simulations are those that were designed by Devansh Roach for a specific purpose, a hidden one. A one that will be configured by a certain human being with time, or a certain human being might mess things up or his maturities might whirl up inside and he might decide himself to spice things up.
'Relax Mr. Nundy, I can easily predict what's gonnay happen. It's jus that human blood isn't an itty-bitty thing, it's like a small universe itself. And you know it's not in my hands. It's how the Evolved wants from me. I've heard it, somewhere, a carapace surrounding delicate information, which I cannot share but can relate with. The undertaken decisions are fit for the hidden purpose that remains conspicuous in me.'
Nundy's listening turned to stone after he heard the word 'relax'.
'What is this? My first day. Yeah. I guess I should believe it is. And if it turns out bad for you, don't come crawling back to me. Oh yes, I forgot! You won't be able to!' Nundy smiled with relying on his selfmade logic that the Evolved might lock Devansh's arms and legs and incinerate him with it's Miss Molly, that object it weirdly toyed with. A gigantic and scary weapon that could turn any disguarded entity into microscopic particles.
Nundy's horror expression was a funny requiem as Roach recalled his slightly bigger mistake by not providing the clumsy Sim with enough database that reciprocated, with a piercing of his colorless tongue with lasers. Nundy being an atheist pretended that day as if he was praying to God, or probably to a scientist who might have resembled with him.
Mr. Nundy was the only family Roach had got. He cared for him like a lion cared for his cub, as he knew that the regular lose of blood was turning Roach into a bad position, he looked already white from the inside and outside. It had been almost four months of explanation which is being provided every day sinceerely with warm embraces to the Evolved to stop Roach's blood donation like as if this was some sort of a camp opened for the needy, depressive Simulations, who were moon dancing with the first few drops like some phonies putting on a show.
Roach had deeply personified with the Sims. A bunch of red balls that were dancing and swooshing and trembling and leaking have now turned into adept simulated AIs.
Their was a personality of the Evolved that was visible only to Mr. Roach and kept secret from Mr. Nundy due to his extravagant qualities of being a blabbermouth. Mr. Nundy was an honorary graduate of the Evolved Preliminary Aesthetics. The protection of Mr. Nundy as a preserved gem which he was. That involved gaining innate control of Sims during conflicts in their raging human blood that mixed with their secreted artificial neon liquid that was rebellious. There were rules for confiscating the AIs during an outbreak as the five AIs were abyssmally entwined.
The Evolved was so certain about this project and never wanted anything to nullify with. That's why it ordered Mr. Nundy to create a positive environment at the workplace for Mr. Devansh Roach. Because when a positive person gives out their so called "positive blood" to his Sims, it must boil properly, enchantingly, expressfully and efficiently when poured delicately in their battery cells. As they were best known for exchanging their battery cells whenever the cells were completely melted or molded. The positive blood provided better results during fusion within the cell body, and it didn't heated long enough to change a cell's covering. The Simulations were trained hard, their covering's integrity could outrun the intensified capacity of a turtle's carapace, so to become fit for a purpose, the purpose with a true end. An end that had never been felt before by any species that had the ability to decay and turn goo. It wanted this ridonkulus spiral to go kaboom! The very spiral that creates the life, and also decapitates when it has to.
Though, Mr. Nundy was perfectly certain of the E's plan, but he was also dangerously overprotective of Mr. Roach. A rumoured sim that was released after a few die rolled in a procession. The rumour that it showed was an eye-opener. Mr. Nundy is said to sleep with rulebook of the Evolved, rules written on his lubricated blanket to survive in dry temperatures. With the raging tech-savy atmosphere, the Simulations have dignified a new solution which were lubricated blankets, that basically were used to grease the physique of human body with oil that travelled brilliantly during the REM sleep cycle.
The Evolved had no hefty rulebook, it was not some make-believe which was stuffed like extra cheese in a pizza. It though had one rule which was easier than read or said, Follow the order, that meant no modification, puzzlement, denoument anticipation is restricted. If it does happen, please keep it secret as your late night solitary cravings!
He couldn't just let the boss take control of his bloodholic life. The bloodholic life was given to Roach by the Evolved for the one who never thought twice in giving his blood out like it's their gift. Mr. Nundy's secret ability was predictiveness or rollability, through his job or long term profession, he had learned to roll his eyes often, and had been pouring blood into batteries in certain finest quantities, as the acidic reactions required less blood to generate enough amounts of heat and produce gases in an instant, on the other hand, basic reactions required specific amount of blood to generate that amount of heat and also are mostly behind the wastage of several battery covers. Mr. Nundy's predictive nature also has it's pitfalls now and then. Mr. Nundy was very fond of rollability, it was mostly his eyes, but their was a secret skill that was to unfold.
It's not certain but one can pretend and show his certain facial cues, with a little exothermic releases of different gases that were released inside the simulation. The Evolved was never certain at first regarding his way with humans. It's not always certain that he didn't like them but it was very certain that he didn't hate them.
The designed framework was neither his, his parents, nor their parents, it was being passed on through centuries that ruptured through various space-time continuums. It was weird and silly to discover its originality or the authentic user of that framework or interface. Though their were a few names that were engraved and shined with every use of the framework. Some of those were faded as if they were out of use. It's a scary sequence. Everyday, he comes to pour an ounce of blood by igniting the neon matchstick with the metallic zig-zig pattern, and a name in tight squiggles just fades away.
Maybe he wanted to see a world that bonded perfectly well with humans. Maybe he wanted to create some dumb species that moved on his finger tips. But, he was well-versed in that, and he could easily conquer a greener planet than Earth and make it dance. To be pretentious enough for Mr. Nundy and Roach, it's two ends. It's a start.
A group of simulations that created new species and brought into real life. His simulations were now crazy enough to create new but were lazy enough to morph them out in the outside mess. They were allowed to feel, to repent, to regret, to believe, to admire, to learn, to create, to perfect, to adept, but not allowed to show any of that to Roach. Because that was the day that the project had lost it's quality and had gone berserk, maybe it will be more emotional.
The rational change in their work was only thing required, polished to create a civil metallic creature. Roach learned that the silent Sims were planning a major tragedy which became hideous in their silence but was somehow visible to him. He was being decieved, betrayed, repulsed by certain actions that were unnecessary as he observed the simulations.)>
<(Come on! Sim 1! I told you bring the sounds, then the fall. How will you learn? See what is to be expected. Why can't you be like other Sims. They're doing great in their parallel worlds. Sim 2 has perfected the pitch and dialogue delivery, it's also able to create an adaptive language secretor. Sim 3 has perfected the various thinking patterns and is also able to deduce various outcomes when a certain number of species in our front view chair are provided certain mental boost. What will be the consequences? The arrangements, if something goes wrong. Sim 4 is able to control their adrenaline when their extremeties are on fire. It also deletes the thought when it arrives in a certain creature when it starts to feel betrayed, left out or consumed or unchanged. Everyone is progressing except you!)>
<("I'm apologize for Sim one's actions, his little smally gooko. Would you rather please if I go and bite him and ask him to have his clammy attitude in line? He was playing some sort of game that had humans on it before, that was probably it" - Sim 4's broad metallic shoulders progressed as he sat over Roach's examine table. Later, regretting it. Sim 4 looked like Roach's fellow colleague who was an Indian hypocrite. His English looked a little topsy-turvy and he was known for giving a smack to his sentences as further he spoke.)>
<("When will he learn? I'm sick of his self-pity and regret. I have great expectations from him. You know that right? So stop overthinking about me and bring me something neat, something I won't make a cerain humiliation. I know he's new here. And you want me to make you a clean breast of things like what exactly is going on here." Roach pushed away his chair that fell on Sim 4's legs and teared into several peaces. It's legs were sharp as a pair of sickels.)>
<("But... if you can... trust me.")>
<(The Sim 1 was called as the Creepy Card because of its newly arrived clinginess. The sims never managed to take care of him but took effort and admired his clinginess. Whenever they met or drifted apart, their exact words never changed. They were 'Hey, how's it going, Mr. Clingy? / How's your clinginess? It remembered that Roach worked with it after he felt extremely tired and the realization slowly entered in his big thick skull that it's time for no heavy machinery, it's time for Sim 1's self criticism and repentance. It was time for a doll that tended for emotional support who wanted to learn how to have a certain rapport with other Sims.)>
<(It was a week until the Sim 1 was fused with the mismatched parts of the other simulations, when Sim 1 created it's sponge that soak Roach's blood. Sim 1 required a bottle of 250 ml to understand Roach's purpose of this creation.)>
<(Sim 1 had bulged it's way through the visually impaired situation after it enchantingly peeped through the created images of metal plates made by Sim 5 that was the Suspicious one. Roach called it the Creepy Detector. Roach never loved Sim 1's work but admired how it created the synony's ridiculous situation, which was cheerfully unexpected.)>
<("I have expectations from you. Make-believe ones. I think ... you can... perfect human cloning.")>
<(Sim 1 was taught how to react. He reacted and went.)>
"Now, first thing to look out for is if the creature has to have a monstrosity, which would be an enlarged amount of height, attractiveness, and strength. Whatever we choose are later taken into consideration as the classics. Those would be the things, forgive me for saying this, the maximum population that will be born or to say sent as dumb as fuck will follow through to find their inner peace."
You are probably extremely correct. NO Derivatives, that's what I wanted and that's what I got. But I'm also an unfair dead meat for per se 'The Evolved', and wouldn't want that I should jiggle out the classics with my jiggle-juggle juggy opinions. Roach always saw the Evolved to a black circular surface that was shaking and trembling as if it's going to tear itself and anything in the way for a scrap of hope to survive through, it's trembling echo. The Evolved would screech through a black board and it would cry in agony as if it was being strangled. But the pathetic and frightened little hole wished to remain cold and distant, from the Evolved, same went for it as the Evolved's hands had eternal losened grip on the hole. Because the hole was probably the only thing that it dearly loved and admired, cared and tolerated, soothed, and patted slowly through this process, several times when it had lost all hope, and when the hole opened it's scarry history booklet and exclaimed to every one - I'm too old for this gunk. )>
Their newly modified faces were able to be associated with the before ones due to the similar revolving geometric patterns and the ability to change faces in a blink of an eye. It was observed that they could modify their body however they wanted to rather than only three types of body types which were slim, fit and fat. But they also studied in a few years observing Crocul synonies that after a certain limit, that modification is perished. Crocyl synonies were the ones that aged faster than any synony in the synony world. It was a possibility made by one of them that the reason behind was their shapeshifting abilities used to often which decreased their age amount to a specific extent.
<(Sim 1's progress made him believe that his righteous amount of progressive nature might have thoroughly impressed Roach, which was no doubt astonished to see a simulation naturally adept in learning anything new in just an ounce. His observation, the creation of dark surroundings, how the Crocyl synonies were given a purpose was for what he managed a word that was magnificent. Sim 1 dreamed during his recharging that his powers might be recalled as the extravagancy for the other sims)>
The synony sub set elements were slightly larger than the ones before. The pieces had a trillion questions in their mind. It was like as if they died, and a mighty shapeshifter had pushed a button that marked their death. They slowly assigned every synony one question to answer. The ones who found answer to their question helped the others with their questions, the powerful synony members created different types of weapons and had also learned creating micro-computers through some other elements called atoms which resided on a planet called 'Earth'. Their battery power spontaneously increased which also gave a disadvantage in a violent way taking forever to charge than before.
Only necessity that developed as they proceeded through the planet was that they need to charge their decision making and progressive ability which was limited, which required a specific material that was to be created by travelling through the planet they were just born. Their enthusiastic nature later might turn scarier and terrified because if they didn't find that material well on time those abilities might go extinct that could turn into genocide or decimation of elements. Due to which half a million elements were already trying their hard to find that element whereas the other half was divided into five sections. First section was trying to learn about other galaxies and planets, trying to understand if they could get their hands on some useful tech or thing which could be modified by mech synonies and can be used. Second section was learning about different political agendas and comparing different planets that were ruled on the basis of totalitarianism or democracy or pseudo-democracy or pseudo-totalitarianism. This section liked a specific country on a planet called 'Earth' which had a developing democracy turning it's shift towards totalitarianism and the creatures living there being unaware or inept.
<(The most dramatic effect that made Roach realize about Sim 1's true potential was how it changed the course of mental events of the synonies. It was considered the most authentic and arduous task, that only Sim 4 managed to pull.)>
After a thorough comparison and predicted consequences of different political agendas. They declared themselves democratic in less than a minute and elected a faceless element as their leader. The faceless leader was elected because of his type which had no face and arms, they had a circular body with two legs and eyes in opposite directions at equal radius. The main reason was that they believed that one has to serve the people so the faceless cannot serve his face because it doesn't have one. The third section protected the section with their distinguished bodies that created a big circular barrier which looked like a transparent blue bubble around them as their surroundings were filled with a black liquid that had been streaming through a hole like an inverted waterfall. Half a million elements had risked their roaming souls in finding the material. The barrier was created by mixing the laser eyes of two synonies - Tenko & Kenko. The synonies looked so identical that their primary task was to research a single element that distinguished Tenko and Kenko as who they were. Their similar entities ()
The fourth section was adept in creating an environment for the fifth section to study itself.
One section had started researching themselves and their origin. How they were created or fused? They learnt that they had no creator and dismantled with the wash of a black material which created a new material that was astonishingly adaptive to the environment. This section slowly became successful in studying the material and also traced the location of the material. The only thing which they required now was to break the barrier because the black liquid was their fuel to the main abilites of progression and decision.
Being very shy as how could they go near the mighty black liquid who helped them in their thought process conduct, they spent their first hundred years being happily dependent on the liquid residue which came out through the holes they had dug with the tools created. After 100 years when the next year was about to begin, most of the synonies had become weak and were not able to move their hidden feet at all. It was the time when one synony opened up powerfully, who didn't believe in any of the ill-fated synony ideals.
A single Crocyl synony had just realised that one should not be happily dependent on the mighty liquid, as it is for us, we are not for the liquid.
It later heaved the courage of opening the barrier and being uneasy or unworried developed a pipeline based system with his long hairs below it's waist. The long hair was cut off and mixed with the black liquid that created a solid surface, later it was tested for creation of the pipelines which was successful. The synonies had forgotten the notion to what extent the black liquid was contained behind their created barrier.
So to provide every synony the black liquid whenever they wanted in a single micro charge unit.
But all was for naught. As their plan overturned itself. The pipes didn't have enough tensile strength or tension in the metal of the pipes. It moulded the pipes and holes were formed inside the pipes leaking the whole system. The black liquid was so intense and dehydrated that it required a pipeline to be made of by studying the black liquid. It took first thousand years to cover up the mess they had created by wiping out the black liquid by limitless licking and confiscated into Nitare bags with which they slowly learned to store the black liquid. The Nitare bags echoed with every pick and the increased movement of black liquid was highly reactive, being known the fact that these bags weren't that powerful to support them like their green sweat.
After 1500 thousand charge years (charge years refer to how many times they have charged themselves), three types of elements were successful in eternity. One who were sealed and created by synonies to protect them. One who worked under the synonies so to remain in the shell of immortality that was controlled by a mainframe developed by the synonies itself. The last was the synonies itself.
Sealed synonies were later recalled as 'The Fruitonis'.
Mainframe developing synonies were later recalled as 'The Expired Synonies'
The last was the synonies also known as Ytanta.
These names were put forward by the mainframe which was created by the expired synonies who took a 'little' help of the sealed ones by sending them to different planets to study their materials and shapes, so to create a comparison chart and to brought back sample of every species. They had almost completed their search in the Milky Way galaxy and found that almost eighty four lakh samples were already present on a single blue planet called Earth.
They couldn't store more than three hundred samples from the Earth because of the perished life it had which didn't knew yet how to incorporate the concept of consistency or immortality in their DNA matrix. Among those several beings, there was a human known by the name of Duke Grand Martinho. Being unaware of this world which was invisible in outer space. How? This is what the reader must find out!
This is probably his story but it's more about the world if I may! ;