CRYONIUM

Chapter 2: Part 2:

PART 2:

The five Juntas walked inside the Injunction Chamber in utter dignity. Among the five Juntas, only Floyd and Blenda exchanged a meaningful glance at each other. Floyd, the respected Junta of Astral is a well-known historian. His knowledge on ancient history and primitive human beings were terabytic. He has written three digital Opuses (fiction – best viewed) that were greatly admired. He is one of the few digital litterateurs, who had the tenacity to hook the viewers to the digital screen for long. Floyd had a special soft corner for the twenty first and twenty second century primitives. Somewhere, down at himself, at the clandestine dark side, he dreamt of being in the world of twenty first century primitives. Lately, as his research excelled, he had started fantasizing himself of being in their era and flowing in their emotions. Outwardly, he was a brilliant historian and had a good sense of happening digital world. Hence, he resulted in a very good Measure of perfection and in-turn, achieved to the peaks of second esteemed Juntaship (of course, first being the Gaffership) of Astral. Today, just as he walked inside the Injection Chamber, the imbecile thought of himself being with Blenda in the twenty first century flashed in his brain. He was surprised to see Blenda acknowledge his look. Perhaps, Blenda may not be so digitized as others. The thought really gave Jim Jams of unknown feeling.

Esq. Mayden looked as solid as ever and rose from his seat to welcome the esteemed Juntas. He smiled warmly at all the five Juntas and motioned them towards their respective hindquarters. Once everyone was settled, he switched on the 7D holographic screens, which displayed the direct digital image of Cryonic Clime and its inner surroundings.    

For a fraction of seconds, all the five Juntas were taken aback, although most of them didn’t show it physically. Only the eyes of Esteemed Floyd seem to squint a little. However, Esq. Mayden was quick to note and register it on his mind.

“Chivalrous, I appreciate your presence. Today we have an opportunity to discuss something of utmost importance. I understand that very image of Cryonic Clime might have stirred a notion in yourself. Am I right?” Esq. Mayden opened his statement with an amusing note in it.

Esteemed Faruk, Junta of Squander, giggled himself and offered, “You certainly did it venerable Mayden. I am, of course being the Junta of Squander is more than surprised. I am in fact, overwhelmed. We needed subjects and this news seems to give us some.” 

“Good, I expected that from your esteem-ship. Now, today I received the information from the Cryonic Clime about advancement. To name – Cryo-preserved subjects. Does that ring a bell?” Esq. Mayden asked and eagerly screened the five valuable faces for the response. 

“Are we talking about resurrection? If so, it would be one of the wonders of our times.” Bohai, the esteemed Junta of Boreal spoke for the first time. Bohai, earlier, was the most popular academician of BSSA (Boreal Scientific Study of Academy). For nearly thirty-two years he taught to innumerable young populace of the Gorbs using his Digital Holographic Machine (DHM). Today, many of his protege are having a very decent score of Measure of Perfection and are doing very well in the advanced society.

“As a matter of fact, it is Cryo. Our genius CMP team has discovered an anecdote for complete recycle of cancerous cells and other physical maladies. Applied rightly, we can have the twenty first century primitive subjects walking all around our wondrous digital universe.” Esq. Mayden replied looking at the holographic images of subjects in Cryonic Clime.

“How many primitive subjects we have in cryopreservation?” Questioned Blenda, the esteemed Junta of Oriental. Although she spoke firmly, her feminine voice gave away the fact that she was nervous about the subject matter.

“The number accounts to nearly ten thousand cryo subjects. Most of them have their original bodies preserved while a small percentage only has their brains vitrified.” Esq. Mayden filled in watching Blenda intently.

The five esteemed Juntas again exchanged glances and began to think about the outcome. It was hard even to the Juntas to predict the outcome of thousands of cryopreserved primitives walking on the boulevard of Paramount P and other cities. Would they be able to upgrade themselves to the much advanced society? It was the same question that raised in the mind of five Juntas.

“Chivalrous, I understand your dilemma. However, it is the duty of us to scribe a new dictum which would enable our prominent generation to see and talk to the primitives of twenty first and twenty second century people. Of course, they will be treated as subjects rather than populace. These subjects would be studied, analyzed and most importantly, be used in our wondrous ‘Brainset’ project. How does that sound to you all?” Esq. Mayden asked standing and turning his back towards to all Juntas. There was no sound save the gasps for a long second.

At last one voice broke the spell of silence. It was of Aruba, the esteemed Junta of Occidental. “Wouldn’t it be cruel to think and treat them as subjects? after all, they are humans, however primitive they are.”

Suddenly the tall and elegant framed body of Esq. Mayden turned and flashed an angry glance at Aruba. After a long stare of few seconds, he asked, “esteemed Aruba, I am surprised by your warmth feeling to our primitives. You, a licentiate of Digital Biological Study (DBS), should not, at large, be concerned about the welfare of others, of course rather than ours.”

Aruba inhaled a sharp breath. She felt extremely embarrassed about her warmth towards the earlier primitives. However, she was quick to correct herself and offer, “Esq. Mayden, I take back my earlier thoughts. I think it would be very wise to use the gifted resource of their self to our futuristic ‘Brainset’ project.”

Bohai, the once popular academician smiled at Aruba and confided in. “Yes Aruba, you are right. This must be one of the popular dictums that we are going scribe ever.”

“I would love to see the act of removing their emotive brains out of their roots. How silly of them to involve in the activities of kissing each other on the mouth, sucking tongues and the repugnant act of indulging in n***d s*x like typical animals of their era. It’s time; we subject them and mend the olden ways of twenty first and twenty second century.” Faruk, the Squander Junta said with his distorted face and looked sharply at Floyd.

“Well done Chivalrous! From this I take that we are ready to scribe a new dictum which would allow us to use the bodily resources of our primitives in our ‘Brainset’ venture.” Esq. Mayden said in a mechanical tone. This to him was just another dictum ready to be scribed. He turned and concentrated on the holographic screen and tapped his finger at the Cryonic Clime icon.

“Aha! If may I interject Venerable Mayden, I think we need to go through this again, it would be wise not take hasty decision and make the life of thousands of twenty first century people miserable.” It was Floyd.

Just then, on the holographic screen chief CMP Bolaski’s bulky digital face appeared and greeted Esq. Mayden.

“Esq. Mayden, do we have the confirmation?” He asked very politely scanning the five esteemed Juntas in the background.

Esq. Mayden glanced at Floyd for a long second and slowly replied to Chief CMP, “Not yet, I shall come back to you Bolaski.” He searched the faces of four other Juntas and retrieved his stare on Floyd and waited for the explanation.

“Venerable Mayden, I like to take initiative and state that it may bring mayhem if we resurrect the cryopreserved.” Floyd tried his best to explain in simpler terms.

“And why would you think so?” The question was asked by none other than esteemed Faruk.

“Well, the twenty first century primitives are the entities who wholly differ from our advanced society. They lived in a very emotive world. Resurrecting, of course, would bring them to our advanced world where we abhor emotive. Naturally, this would rise to many conflicts and clashes. We have to consider the fact that; they may not agree to undergo the ‘Brainset’ operation unless and until we do it forcefully.” Floyd explained trying to appear calm.  

“Esteemed Floyd, are you, in any way, feel scared of our primitives? Do you think their mere ten thousand ancient bodies would create a threat to our advanced nearly billionaire populace?” Esq. Mayden questioned highlighting the ironic tone well enough.

“Strange things have happened, who knows they might as well.” Everyone turned sharply to see Blenda utter boldly. Esq. Mayden slowly shifted his gaze towards her and blinked twice. Next instant, he turned his back to all of them and began to speak feebly as if he is speaking to himself.

“We are the populace of twenty third century generation; of course, as per our current scientific advancement; most of us would carry on to live through the beginning of twenty fourth century, possibly to twenty fifth century as well if we keep advancing. Our whole race is universalized and we have uplifted to the highest possible level of human generation. We don’t worship, we don’t commit crime, we don’t fantasize, we don’t do cheap l**t, but we live in the universe which is systematic, rapidly advancing and most importantly, we are well-rid of emotive which we consider as the mental malignant. And yet, the two esteemed Juntas feel threatened by.” Esq. Mayden stopped for a long breath and continued. “I would rather recommend two things now. The first being the Vote of Confidence on this subject matter and second one, which may well come as a surprise -”, Esq. Mayden turned towards Floyd and after a while shifted his gaze towards Blenda and uttered, “I strongly recommend esteemed Floyd and Blenda to go through the Measure of Perfection again to reassure us that their MoP has not been affected in any way.”

“The three of the esteemed Juntas looked sadly at Floyd and Blenda. Floyd turned his gaze to see Blenda smiling gently at him, without other word, he nodded and said.

“As our venerable Gaffership recommends, we would take a MoP at the latest. As for the Vote of Confidence, I vote against.” Floyd declared.

“I second it Venerable Mayden.” Blenda uttered most confidently.

Next instant Esq. Mayden looked at the other thee Juntas, who at once raised their hands and said “TO”. Esq. Mayden smiled victoriously at Floyd and Blenda and uttered, “Time to talk to Cryonic Clime.”

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