CRYONIUM

Chapter 5: The Dream comes True

PART 1:

Mannar had a typical habit of shouting for a cup of coffee the moment she woke-up. Well, her mother normally attended this need until Mannar was nearly eighteen. However, this morning, on the year of 2249, Mannar woke up and as per her habit, let out a yell for a cup of coffee.

“Mama Coffee –”

The voice reverberated throughout the entire room of 121, resulting in a deadly silence. Mannar, still being disoriented opened her eyes slowly and looked around. It took her two minutes to realize that she should have been died of cancer. How has she survived? Mannar at once sat upright and understood the factor that she was stark n***d. Fearfully, she began to take-in her new surroundings. The large hall seemed to be very dimly lit, but she noticed tons of small containers, similar to her. A 6 X 3 container.

Why am I sitting in a container? Where am I? How did I get here? Where is my family?

Endless questions began to form in her chaotic mind.

“Welcome back Mannar.”

Mannar sharply turned her back to see two people, one an American looking girl and another, an Irish looking man, smiling at her. Mannar at once drew her legs together and closed her arms around her chest in utter shame.

The girl walked in with a long white robe and handed it silently to Mannar. Mannar took it and hastily put it through her n***d body. Why am I not in India? Why am in a different place with foreign people? Mannar asked herself again, and next instance, she remembered that she was a cancer patient due to die very shortly. I must be dead and in either heaven or hell. Mannar thought to herself and looked up at the girl with questioning eyes.

“Mannar, you are a very lucky girl. You have made it; you just earned a wonderful life ahead of you.” The American looking girl said with a warm smile.

Made it! Lucky? Mannar closed her eyes to recall again. Slowly, her mind began to dawn about the last thing she desperately wished for. Cryo-preservation!

“You mean, I was Cryo-preserved and now I am going to be cured!” Mannar asked speaking rapidly.

“You are already cured Mannar. There is no Malignancy in you now. You can lead a happy life.” The Irish looking man answered her with a faint smile on is long lips. His piercing blue eyes seemed to have strong effect. Mannar felt n***d in front of it.

“Oh! But who are you? Where are my parents? Can I meet them?” Mannar again asked in a rapid speech with a strong Indian accent.

“Mannar, it is important for you to understand this. This is twenty third century and you lived during twenty first century. You were in cryo-sleep for nearly 225 years and now you have been resurrected. Hence, you won’t find any dear ones of you. Please understand the reality and accept it before it is too late.” The Irish looking man again said in a very soothing voice and looked at Emory.

“Mannar, I am going to take you to your new quarters, you can join with your fellow-people of twenty first century.” Emory gently pulled Mannar’s hand to drag her out of the container.

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The whole Redeem Stead was a tiny colony itself. It had twenty eight chambers. Each named alphabetically starting from A and ending with Z +. Every chamber in Redeem Stead was in itself like a big house, well furnished and well equipped. Each R-Stead chamber (in short form); in housed four large halls, one Devour Banquet station, two dining area, and two Comfort Stations (restrooms). The redeem stead was ideally built for the habituation of resurrected subjects of twenty first century primitives. This was envisioned once after Esq. Mayden became the fourth gaffer of Gorbs. It took nearly four years to re-modify the gigantic base of Cryonic Clime where the primitive inhabitants are to undergo the constant monitorization. The secondary intention of Esq. Mayden was to subject the primitives to Brainset programme. However, that would be done only after a long survey of the behavioral aspects of the twenty first century primitives.  Now that the Cryonic Clime and R-Stead are ready and operational, and of course thanks to the latest breakthrough, Esq. Mayden‘s plans are very close to be executed.       

Presently, in R-Stead A, there were already around thirty resurrected people, when Mannar entered the big hall. It was like a huge dormitory with double decked cots and cupboards everywhere. Everything about the place was in orderly and neat. Not even a speck of dust can be found anywhere. Emory lead Mannar towards the left side and towards a lower deck cot which boldly announced as ‘Subject 121’. 

“Mannar, just relax for few hours. You have all you need in the cupboard. We will come back and give you all an induction.” Emory smiled sweetly and left.

Mannar sat on the cot and looked around. The cot was tag lined with a number 121. It has soft bed with colorful bedspread and cushions. Beside it was a big mahogany cupboard with impeccable designs and pattern that were very much alien to Mannar. It was just like being at the first day of her hostel life, back in twenty first century. Only difference was this was no hostel life, rather second evenings of her life. Mannar just could not believe that she has been resurrected and now living amongst the advanced twenty third century people – here, she was again in a society which she just couldn’t even imagine. Life really has given her an amazing twist – she was after all, going to live her young life. And importantly, she is not infected to cancer anymore. Only difference is – she would not to have neither parents nor her friends alongside her. She was a time traveler and all alone for that matter.

Slowly Mannar looked on the other side of hall to see many smiling faces at her. Her comrades! Her fellow centurions! Mannar smiled back encouragingly at them. Encouraged, they began to walk towards her hesitantly. Many of them were old. Older enough to be her mother or father!  And importantly, they were all from different regions of her earlier world. Among them, she was the only young pupil.

“Hello there Dear! Welcome back.” A woman, old enough to be her mother said in a thick American accent.

“Hello, thank you madam, I – I don’t know what to say.” Mannar murmured shyly looking at the elder woman.

“Well dear, I can understand. It is same with all of us too. By the way, I am Sahara. I hail from Yorkshire, I mean earlier.” The elderly woman said giggling like a small kid and Mannar began to like her immediately. As a matter of fact, Mannar, in her previous life, didn’t have had much chance to meet people from other countries than India.

“My name is Mannar and I am from India. Madam Sahara, isn’t it wonderful of these people to resurrect us? They seem godlike to me, what do you say?” Mannar asked looking intently at the beautiful blue eyes of the elderly woman.

“It is too early for any of us to say that. Yes, it seems like a miracle that we are alive yet again. Many of us are still confused with the ways of the advanced society. Some of the earlier arrived ones are questioning about them keeping us in here all time.” Sahara said looking around her once carefully.

“Oh! Is it? Are we not supposed to go out and explore this advanced world?” Mannar asked with an expression of a six-year-old kid.

“Young lady, there are many questionable things happening here and hence we are not sure about anything. Let us see how things go on from here since more people would be joining us soon.” An elderly looking man with thick grey hairs and husky Russian accent expressed.

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