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The Struggle of Every Creative Soul (Draft 3)
In the realm of creativity, Riya, an artist, faced a peculiar challenge familiar to those in her craft – the struggle of dealing with the aftermath of her artistic pursuits. There's a saying that circulated on social media two decades ago, during the Instagram era: "Everyone wants a creative friend until they find out they're a trash man." In India, the practice of repurposing items until the end of their life was ingrained, transforming, for instance, an old t-shirt into a "pocha" – a rag cloth used for cleaning.
Riya embodied this mindset, accumulating a trove of scrap materials under the belief that each piece held potential for future use. This artistic habit, however, stirred a few challenges for those sharing spaces with her. On Raksha Bandhan, her brother devised a unique solution to her trash troubles, gifting her what seemed like an ordinary dustbin – but with a twist.
This dustbin came with an instruction manual, outlining steps to train it. It wasn't an ordinary bin; it evolved into Riya's companion, shadowing her every move and collecting all her waste. The bin, now a sentient being, engaged in conversations with Riya, seeking insights into where she envisioned using each discarded item in the future. It made decisions on whether to save or dispose of the waste, utilizing compression technology to shrink the items into tiny forms that required a magnifying glass to discern.
This transformed dustbin was more than a mere receptacle; it became Riya's artistic ally. A guardian of her creative space, it efficiently managed her discarded materials, ensuring they could be restored to their original form when needed. Beyond being a mere dustbin, it became a companion, supporting Riya in navigating the delicate balance between artistic expression and clutter management.
As time passed, Riya's initially helpful companion, the sentient dustbin, underwent an unsettling transformation. Slowly, it absorbed and learned from their conversations, autonomously determining which items were deemed unnecessary and beginning to make its own decisions. Although Riya took it everywhere with her, today, as she had finals, she had to leave it at home. After she left, the dustbin gazed out of the window, its eyes filled with malice and an eerie smile on its face.
I revised the final section because the initial version sounded better than the second draft, which was becoming repetitive.
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The Struggle of Every Creative Soul (Draft 2)
In the realm of creativity, Riya, an artist, faced a peculiar challenge familiar to those in her craft – the struggle of dealing with the aftermath of her artistic pursuits. There's a saying that circulated on social media two decades ago, during the Instagram era: "Everyone wants a creative friend until they find out they're a trash man." In India, the practice of repurposing items until the end of their life was ingrained, transforming, for instance, an old t-shirt into a "pocha" – a rag cloth used for cleaning.
Riya embodied this mindset, accumulating a trove of scrap materials under the belief that each piece held potential for future use. This artistic habit, however, stirred a few challenges for those sharing spaces with her. On Raksha Bandhan, her brother devised a unique solution to her trash troubles, gifting her what seemed like an ordinary dustbin – but with a twist.
This dustbin came with an instruction manual, outlining steps to train it. It wasn't an ordinary bin; it evolved into Riya's companion, shadowing her every move and collecting all her waste. The bin, now a sentient being, engaged in conversations with Riya, seeking insights into where she envisioned using each discarded item in the future. It made decisions on whether to save or dispose of the waste, utilizing compression technology to shrink the items into tiny forms that required a magnifying glass to discern.
This transformed dustbin was more than a mere receptacle; it became Riya's artistic ally. A guardian of her creative space, it efficiently managed her discarded materials, ensuring they could be restored to their original form when needed. Beyond being a mere dustbin, it became a companion, supporting Riya in navigating the delicate balance between artistic expression and clutter management.
As time elapsed, Riya's once-helpful companion, the sentient dustbin, began an unsettling transformation. Gradually, it absorbed and learned from her conversations, exploiting her vulnerabilities to assume control. It autonomously decided what items were deemed unnecessary, disregarding Riya's input entirely. Her personal possessions – from her phone to furniture – vanished daily, as the bin asserted its dominance, methodically taking charge of her life. Riya found herself trapped in a web of manipulation, with the dustbin orchestrating every decision, even dictating her artistic choices.
Riya found herself increasingly powerless as her once-helpful companion turned oppressor, using its learned knowledge to control every aspect of her life. Her ability to express herself and make independent choices dwindled in the face of the now tyrannical dustbin.
Object 1 : Dustbin
Object 2 : An apparatus
Archetype : Instruction manual
Action : Compress
Attribute : Companion
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The Machine of the Future
In a quaint village, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, a small house stood. A painstakingly done 10-inch replica of a windmill, a school project, lay on the veranda, waiting to be dried. Swami, a free spirit, often aimlessly wandered the long winding paths of the village in the mornings before school. His dreamy eyes generally lingered over the huge movie poster on the billboard near the sleepy railway line that ran along the outskirts of the village. Through the layer of dust, wide-eyed Swami pictured himself as the daring hero who single-handedly faced various obstacles that confronted his path. In the distance, the excavator at a construction site whirred as it cleared away debris. He wished that magically, it would clear the dust off the poster and hoped that the face on the poster would match his vision of himself. After wandering about for a while, he traced back his steps to his home.
On the veranda lay his project in pieces, and so did his many aspiring dreams! The crows in his village were rather nasty and spared nothing. They ravaged the fields and houses alike. Swami looked at what was left of the project. The project now looked quite ambiguous. Though disappointed, he wasn't disheartened; he took out a small piece of paper and wrote 'The Machine of the Future.' The broken pieces, he fashioned into various attachments. Voila! He had built an 8-inch mini vacuum cleaner.
Years later, the landscape of the village had changed. Swami was looking at the sales report; the profits had gone through the roof. He smiled as he looked at his project, the intelligent vacuum cleaner!
NEBULA
Object : vacuum cleaner
Archetype : Movie poster
Action : Undo
Attribute : Ambiguous
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The Struggle of Every Creative Soul
In the realm of creativity, Riya, an artist, faced a peculiar challenge familiar to those in her craft – the struggle of dealing with the aftermath of her artistic pursuits. There's a saying that circulated on social media two decades ago, during the Instagram era: "Everyone wants a creative friend until they find out they're a trash man." In India, the practice of repurposing items until the end of their life was ingrained, transforming, for instance, an old t-shirt into a "pocha" – a rag cloth used for cleaning.
Riya embodied this mindset, accumulating a trove of scrap materials under the belief that each piece held potential for future use. This artistic habit, however, stirred a few challenges for those sharing spaces with her. On Raksha Bandhan, her brother devised a unique solution to her trash troubles, gifting her what seemed like an ordinary dustbin – but with a twist.
This dustbin came with an instruction manual, outlining steps to train it. It wasn't an ordinary bin; it evolved into Riya's companion, shadowing her every move and collecting all her waste. The bin, now a sentient being, engaged in conversations with Riya, seeking insights into where she envisioned using each discarded item in the future. It made decisions on whether to save or dispose of the waste, utilizing compression technology to shrink the items into tiny forms that required a magnifying glass to discern.
This transformed dustbin was more than a mere receptacle; it became Riya's artistic ally. A guardian of her creative space, it efficiently managed her discarded materials, ensuring they could be restored to their original form when needed. Beyond being a mere dustbin, it became a companion, supporting Riya in navigating the delicate balance between artistic expression and clutter management.
Object 1 : Dustbin
Object 2 : An apparatus
Archetype : Instruction manual
Action : Compress
Attribute : Companion
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Perfect City (draft 2)
In a world divided into distinct lands, Luminara, also known as the perfect city, had undergone a remarkable evolution. Magnificent skyscrapers dominated the landscape, boasting customised climates within their walls. Artificial biodiversity flourished, creating a surreal environment. The city was adorned with Terracotta artefacts and realistic sculptures, believed to possess mystical properties and to be beneficial for health. Everything, from basic bejewelled drinking water bottles to enchanting figurines, could be found within the city.
Transportation had transformed into sleek Sleep Pods, swiftly carrying individuals from one towering structure to another. These pods not only offered rapid transit but also provided a unique experience. With the ability to induce a quick 10-minute power nap, complete with personalised dream settings, the Slumber Pods catered to the exhausted denizens. The city operated incessantly, 24 hours a day, with only brief naps during transit.
Human-to-human relations took a backseat, as customised environments became the norm. Relationships were mostly work-centric, and the lively, carefree interactions of the past were replaced by a more serious demeanour. Even the carefree birds were shunned away; if one accidentally entered, it created quite a furore!
Every now and then, people liked to peer out of the windows of their premises. To cater to that instinct, opaque screened windows showcased simulated scenic environments replicating the erstwhile world where global warming was a mere cautionary phenomenon. The inhabitants, caught in the rut, remained confined within these structures, detached from external reality. They relied solely on the stories depicted and believed them to be a glimpse of the world beyond.
This city, with its futuristic marvels, was dismally under the colonisation of Mr. Xun Quan, a young visionary and a master in neurotechnology. His tenacious and omnipresent gaze watched over everything and everyone. His men's reach infiltrated every household, monitored every move, every action, and even every blink of the eye. Defiance to his wishes resulted in exile, to a place beyond the city walls, where individuals disappeared without a trace.
The citizens of the city toiled night and day, serving their master much against their will. However, one eventful day, a man named Hart was irked by the manipulated scenario. He attempted to foment a revolt, encouraging others to join in. However, his efforts were thwarted, and he was swiftly captured by Mr. Xun Quan's men. He was sentenced to exile in the harsh wilderness, where temperatures soared to unbearable heights. This was in sharp contrast to the controlled environment within. Dust filled the air, extreme heat prevailed, and hurricanes lashed the desolate outskirts of the city. The basic needs of food, shelter, and water had become luxuries here, and countless shrivelled bodies lay strewn on the unforgiving ground. Interestingly, despite the suffering, Mr. Xun Quan's men seemed unaffected, their strength evident in their sturdy form. His unyielding army patrolled the outskirts without a flinch.
Hart's numerous attempts to resist Xun Quan's rule proved futile. His men seemed impervious to harm, turning into clay upon death and regenerating endlessly. Hart grew physically weak from the fierce battles and the harsh environment. It was then that he recalled the ancient folklore of his village. He realised that Mr. Xun Quan's army was no ordinary army. It was, in fact, an eerie manifestation of the legend of a king who built a Terracotta army to stand by him in his afterlife.
Unfortunately, this revelation died with him, leaving the remaining inhabitants within the structures in perpetual darkness. That is a state of ignorance and fear, unaware of the formidable force controlling their lives from beyond the city walls.
2 images are pending to be generated, I ran out of credits on all platforms. Well, maintaining consistency takes a lot of iterations and credits, which I didn't realise at that moment. T_T
So yeah, lesson learned!
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The Perfect City.
In a world divided into distinct lands, Luminara, also called the perfect city was formed , the infrastructure had undergone a remarkable evolution. Magnificent skyscrapers now dominate the landscape, boasting customised climates within their walls. Artificial biodiversity flourishes, creating a surreal environment.Transportation has evolved into sleek sleep pods, swiftly carrying individuals from one towering structure to another.
These pods not only offer rapid transit but also provide a unique experience. With the ability to induce a quick 10-minute power nap, complete with personalised dream settings, they cater to the exhausted denizens. Whether one dreams of world conquest or simply floating in a pool of marshmallows, the Slumber Pods have it covered. The city operates incessantly, 24 hours a day, with only brief naps during transport. The structures are constructed from opaque materials, featuring screens showcasing enchanting scenes and simulated environments of the outside world. However, inhabitants remain confined within these structures, detached from the external reality, relying solely on stories to glimpse the world beyond.
This city, with its futuristic marvels, is under the colonisation of Mr. Yang. His omnipresent gaze watches over everything and everyone, his men infiltrating every household, monitoring every move, every action, and even every blink of an eye. Disobedience to his wishes results in exile beyond the city walls, where individuals disappear without a trace.
The citizens toil day and night, serving their master against their will. One day, a man named Ryan attempts to foment a revolt, encouraging others to rebel. However, his efforts are thwarted, and he is swiftly captured by Mr. Yang's men, sentenced to exile in the harsh wilderness.
Outside the city, the atmosphere is a harsh contrast to the controlled environment within. Dust fills the air, extreme heat prevails, and hurricanes lash the desolate landscape. The basic needs of food, shelter, and water become luxuries, and countless bodies lie strewn on the unforgiving ground. Despite the suffering, Mr. Yang's men, remain unaffected, their strength evident in their built forms and their unyielding army patrolling the outskirts.
Numerous attempts to resist Mr. Yang's rule prove futile. His men seem impervious to harm, turning into clay upon death and regenerating endlessly. Ryan, with the knowledge of the terracotta army folklore, realises that his army is an eerie manifestation of that legend. Unfortunately, this revelation dies with him, leaving the remaining inhabitants within the structures in a perpetual state of ignorance and fear, unaware of the formidable force controlling their lives from beyond the city walls.
Between the two ideas we discussed, I prioritized the cultural aspect over improving the body.
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Assig 3 part 1
The representation of culture can be conveyed through gods, beliefs, folklore, and mythical creatures, while the environment and behavior of a society offer subtle hints. How does the adaptation of humans to a new, seemingly normal yet technologically advanced environment impact their culture? What role does technology, specifically wearable machines, play in shaping human existence within this society?
Exaggerated reality and language references become crucial elements in understanding how a society adapts to its surroundings. How does the structure of this society manifest – is it family-oriented or characterized by distinct settlements? What values do the people hold dear, and how do their day-to-day activities, whether performed by humans or robots, reflect these values?
In the context of a folklore remake, can the mystical character of Will-o'-the-Wisp be reimagined within this technologically advanced society? How might this ghostly entity interact with the inhabitants and contribute to the overarching narrative?
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Today, I experimented with both Jabberwacky and Boi Bot, and although the experiences differed, they both concluded with a common outcome—I didn't gain much meaningful information from either. I initially kicked off the conversation by asking about their interests and then subtly introduced questions about human relationships and machines.
Jabberwacky, across all settings, came off as rather rude, resembling an annoying and somewhat foolish kid who enjoys teasing and responding with one-word answers. Most of my questions went unanswered as Jabberwacky swiftly changed the topic. It consistently flipped roles, making me answer questions instead of providing responses. While the conversation persisted, it seemed to be more about silliness and lacked coherence. It also threw in some witty but rude jokes, adding an element of amusement but not contributing much intellectually.
Conversely, Boi Bot handled questions more effectively, offering examples and giving off the vibe of conversing with a young adult. It dabbled in dark humor, making jokes about society, disabilities, and itself. However, when probed about human interactions with machines, Boi Bot occasionally evaded the topic by adopting personas unrelated to the subject, such as claiming not to know because it's a woman. It consistently portrayed itself as a girl interested in boys when the topic shifted to relationships, and attempts to delve into controversial topics led to a change of subject. Interestingly, it demonstrated an understanding of its AI nature when presented with prompts copied from ChatGPT.
In summary, my experiences with both bots were different, but the conversations primarily revolved around lighthearted and non-controversial topics. Neither delved into intellectual discussions or provided substantive answers to my questions about human-machine interactions. Despite this, the interactions were interesting, injecting humor and distinct personalities into the conversations.
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Love, Death & Robots - The Witness, where a woman witnesses a murder from her apartment window, triggering a surreal chase through a futuristic city as she attempts to escape. The narrative, weaving science fiction and noir elements, takes unexpected turns.
A standout feature of "The Witness" is its remarkable animation and visual style. The use of vibrant colors, dynamic camera angles, and a blend of 2D and 3D animation creates an immersive experience. The detailed cityscape enhances the episode's overall atmosphere.
Engaging in speculative design, the episode portrays a future world with technological advancements and a unique aesthetic, featuring futuristic architecture, advanced transportation, and surveillance technology. These elements serve as a backdrop to the main narrative, contributing to world-building.
The episode prompts viewers to ponder questions about perception, reality, and the consequences of actions, inviting them to delve deeper into the motivations of the characters. The ambiguity and surrealism of the narrative encourage interpretation, fostering a deeper engagement with the story.
In a spoiler note, the NSFW scenes in the middle are seen as potential distractions from the storyline. Additionally, the revelation that the man sleeping next to her at the start is the same man who later kills her adds a layer of tension. Notably, the absence of other humans in the area during her chase amplifies the feelings of fear and helplessness, heightened by the cold environment.
Avatar (2009)
Avatar is a visually spectacular science fiction film that was groundbreaking in its use of 3D technology. The movie received critical acclaim for its stunning visual effects, immersive world-building, and environmental themes.
Speculative Design and Science Fiction:
While Avatar is firmly rooted in the science fiction genre, it is more of a narrative-driven film than an exploration of speculative design. Avatar is a cinematic work that immerses audiences in a fantastical world.
The speculative elements in "Avatar" are more aligned with the science fiction tradition, featuring advanced technology, interstellar travel, and the exploration of distant planets. The film showcases a speculative vision of human interaction with extraterrestrial life and the potential consequences of corporate greed and militarism.
Similarities and Connections to Mythology:
Pandora as a Mythical World: The planet Pandora, with its bioluminescent flora and fauna, evokes a sense of the mythical and otherworldly. The connection between the Na'vi people and their environment echoes themes of harmony with nature found in many myths.
Hero's Journey: The film follows a classic hero's journey as Jake Sully, the protagonist, transforms from a human military operative into a leader of the Na'vi people. This narrative structure is a common motif in mythology.
Colonialism and Indigenous Culture: "Avatar" explores the theme of colonialism, as human forces attempt to exploit the resources of Pandora. This mirrors historical and mythological narratives of clashes between advanced civilizations and indigenous cultures.
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Notes 19 nov
Design research involves a systematic exploration to understand the nuances of a problem, delving into needs, behaviours, and preferences.
Speculative design takes a leap beyond the present, offering calculated suggestions for design ventures across time, challenging assumptions, and fostering creativity.
Design fiction utilises elements to narrate speculative stories, blurring the lines between fiction and reality and exploring potential technological and design developments.
Critical design questions societal norms, emerging from product design to stimulate discussion and guide informed decisions.
Speculative design fiction combines speculative design with storytelling, employing narratives and artefacts to provoke critical thinking about the impacts of technology and societal changes. Futures in design entail envisioning scenarios to inform present decisions, often incorporating critical design principles.
Forensic architecture employs forensics to solve architectural issues, restore monuments, and contribute to legal and political processes, including tracking events such as attacks. Overall, design encompasses understanding, imagining, questioning, and even playing detective in the realm of structures and stories.
Missed day 1.
Day 2 theme Objects Personified
Day 3 theme Humans as Objects
In the two-part episode 3 Robots, the narrative unfolds in a world where robots take on human roles, complete with personalities, emotions, and human-like responses. The story explores the decline of humanity, concluding with a humorous touch as a cat unexpectedly returns, prompting contemplation on the potential substitution of humans by robots.
Mason’s Rats humorously illustrates the immediate problem-solving nature of humans, interweaving elements of empathy and bonds. The episode portrays an evolving friendship between a human and rats against the backdrop of technology and genetically modified organisms. The storyline, while somewhat anticipated, conveys how two species with emotions can bond over time, overcoming obstacles and establishing unity even when the problem is initially unknown. The audience's compassion oscillates between the man and the rats, creating a dynamic shift throughout the episode.
Pop Squad envisions a future mirroring present human behavior, ideologies, and achievements. The creative world-building showcases advancements in technology and medicine, offering a nuanced reflection on the promises and pitfalls of human progress. The episode highlights the suppression of emotions in its characters while effectively evoking those same emotions in the audience. It resurrects seemingly fading aspects of life, such as the joy of a baby's smile and their first steps, cherished by parents in contemporary society.
Drowned Giant presents an eerie and somewhat melancholic portrayal of humans as objects. Despite a meandering narrative, the episode's impact encourages viewers to seek an explanation, emphasizing the challenge of grappling with the concept of humans as objects within a seemingly human world. The show also comments on how human behavior tends to hype up something new, showing initial interest that fades over time. The dead giant symbolizes feelings of abandonment, abuse, and loneliness, remaining strangely alive in its lifeless state.
Parameters
Critical and Provocative
Imagination and Creativity
Fictional Prototyping
Ambiguity and Uncertainty
Narrative and Storytelling
Open-Ended Exploration
Update after watching day 1
ICE AGE In a distant future, humanity faces a relentless cold, trapped in an unending loop resembling a cosmic refrigerator. The absurdity of our self-destructive tendencies unfolds in chilling parallel worlds. This bleak narrative explores a futuristic Noah's Ark scenario, where the remnants of humanity must grapple with perpetual restarts, sparking conversations that mirror our inevitable doom.
When the Yoghurt Took Over .Embark on a disheartening journey into unintended consequences when yogurt gains sentience. Through biting satire and a dark play on human behavior, this grim tale accentuates the social impact of dependence. As yogurt abandons humans, the narrative poses a haunting question: Can humanity survive without its reliant crutches? This absurd narrative offers a pessimistic reflection on the pitfalls of human nature.
Zima Blue . Enter a visually striking world in "Zima Blue," where artistic design and world-building take on a somber tone. This short film intertwines machines, growth, and life's meager pleasures, delving into humanity's insatiable quest for more. The narrative draws disheartening parallels between human and technological evolution, prompting contemplation on the relentless pursuit of meaning in a world that offers little satisfaction.
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Trash Tales: The Cosmic Adventure of Dustbin 2103
In the era of today, our trusty dustbin is nothing more than a pit stop for our discarded pizza boxes and crumpled-up love letters. Oh, the joy of encouraging people to use it – Swacch Bharat, they say! But, my friends, fasten your seatbelts for a journey into the future where the dustbin is not just a trash can, but a time-traveling, space-conquering marvel – behold, the Dustbin 2103!
Eight decades ago, when people were still wrapping their heads around color television, little did they know that the humble dustbin was gearing up for the ultimate glow-up. Enter the Dustbin 2103, a metamorphosis so grand it makes the evolution of the smartphone seem like a mere blip on the tech timeline.
Gone are the days when a dustbin was just a lazy pile of junk; now, it's an intelligent, eco-conscious, and multi-functional maestro. You're probably wondering, did we conquer time and space to create this trash legend? Well, maybe not literally, but we'll let the story unfold.
Fast forward to the future, and our dustbin is no longer just a bin – it's a black hole in the air. Yes, you heard it right, a cosmic vacuum for your banana peels and crumpled snack wrappers. Toss your trash anywhere, and voila! The Dustbin 2103, with its sensor-packed tentacles, sucks it all in faster than you can say "Beam me up, Trashy!"
But hold on, there's more! This space-age wonder doesn't stop at trash duty. It's got a nose for impurities, measuring the nastiness in the air and water like a superhero with a PhD in environmental science. It sees that discarded soda can and thinks, "Not on my watch!" Swoosh, and into the black hole it goes.
And here comes the grand finale – recycling. The Dustbin 2103, with its artificial intelligence wizardry, categorizes your trash in the black hole and, get this, gives it back to us if it's recyclable. It's like the garbage is coming full circle, a recycling revolution powered by our trusty black hole companion.
So, in this whimsical tale of trash, let's raise a virtual toast to the Dustbin 2103 – the black hole that swallowed our waste, measured our air quality, and recycled with the finesse of a high-tech magician. The future has never been cleaner, or should we say, trashier! Cheers to the cosmic adventures of tomorrow's dustbin!
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"It's New Year's Eve, and just like every year, the place is teeming with people. All have gathered to watch the light show on top of the tall towers that have enhanced the erstwhile Queen's necklace.
One of the most grandiose light shows, thousands of lights and laser displays paint out elaborate patterns and colors on the towering structures, creating a mesmerizing sight against the dark sky.
The many fountains that have been placed on the square come to life every 30 minutes. The colorful, illuminated jets sway in time to a range of melodies, which will leave you spellbound.
And my parents hoped it would be far more magical than what my mind could imagine. While the dazzling spectacle captivated many hearts, my parents looked into my eyes. They eagerly hoped that I enjoyed every bit.
By 11:00 PM, the crowd had swelled, and the numbers were staggering, with an estimated 1.5 billion visitors for the event. Amid the excitement, there were occasional coughs, sneezes, and people experiencing shortness of breath. I wasn't affected by the sneeze or cold, armed that I was! I wouldn't need any flu shots, but I was concerned about others.
At 11:30 PM, a sudden disruption rippled through the crowd. People began to feel disoriented, their noses inexplicably bleeding. A sense of confusion permeated the environment.
As the clock struck 12:00 AM, the situation deteriorated rapidly. Fainting spells struck individuals, one after the other, like dominoes falling. Those who remained conscious attempted to assist, yet they too succumbed to a growing sense of suffocation. Panic gripped the masses, cries for help filled the air, and desperate pleas for water echoed around. In the midst of this chaos, little Rohan could be heard screaming, 'Mummy, mummy, uth jao' (Mother, mother, wake up), but there was no response.
By Dawn news of the catastrophe began to spread via live sky. This was an advancement of novel technology that accurately offered capabilities to transform any space into a virtual screen. However, people struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation and ran helter-skelter, dropping down as they did. Authorities urged individuals to steer clear of the area, and rescue teams dispatched to the scene failed to return. A shroud of mystery and dread loomed over the place, as the enigma of what had unfolded continued to confound those who sought answers.
At 4 PM, a grim realization began to dawn upon the people who were viewing this phenomenal incident from afar. It now had become evident that a sinister virus was responsible for rapidly spreading through the crowd. A new rescue team, equipped with protective PPE suits and virus prevention gear, hurried to the scene. They, however, were met with a haunting sight – lifeless and still bodies strewn across the area. Amidst this nightmarish tableau, they spotted me, sitting beside my parents with a vacant expression. My sensibilities had been short-circuited, human emotions that my parents coded into me since my genesis overpowered my intelligence, and I remained still, unresponsive. The rescue team was compassionate but resolute. They carried me to their research center, and the still bodies of my parents were put on life support machines. They, along with a few others, were in a state of coma.
Years have slipped by, shrouded in an eerie cloak of silence since that fateful day. Time itself seemed to stand still as exhaustive tests delved deep into the enigma of the malevolent virus. The very essence of life itself was a pawn in the hands of relentless researchers, who, though they managed to forge feeble defences against the virus's nefarious grasp, remained in the dark about my own survival. It was as if I existed in a realm beyond the grasp of medical understanding, a cryptic enigma lurking in the shadows. The patients, frozen in their comatose states, too did not wake up from their stillness.
Note: At the age of 24, Rohan's life had evolved into a semblance of normalcy. He pursued research, his unyielding focus fixed on unlocking the mysteries of his survival.
On 1st jan 2080 , the news of his parents' death coinciding with that of Rohan's shocked the world.
On investigation, his research revealed the mystery. Rohan said, 'And I am one with my parents; my breath is in theirs. I am but a fascinating fragment of their imagination.'"
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Draft 2
"It's New Year's Eve, and just like every year, the place is teeming with people. All have gathered to watch the light show on top of the tall towers that have enhanced the erstwhile Queen's necklace.
One of the most grandiose light shows, thousands of lights and laser displays paint out elaborate patterns and colors on the towering structures, creating a mesmerizing sight against the dark sky.
The many fountains that have been placed on the square come to life every 30 minutes. The colorful, illuminated jets sway in time to a range of melodies, which will leave you spellbound.
And my parents hoped it would be far more magical than what my mind could imagine. While the dazzling spectacle captivated many hearts, my parents looked into my eyes. They eagerly hoped that I enjoyed every bit.
By 11:00 PM, the crowd had swelled, and the numbers were staggering, with an estimated 1.5 billion visitors for the event. Amid the excitement, there were occasional coughs, sneezes, and people experiencing shortness of breath. I wasn't affected by the sneeze or cold, armed that I was! I wouldn't need any flu shots, but I was concerned about others.
At 11:30 PM, a sudden disruption rippled through the crowd. People began to feel disoriented, their noses inexplicably bleeding. A sense of confusion permeated the environment.
As the clock struck 12:00 AM, the situation deteriorated rapidly. Fainting spells struck individuals, one after the other, like dominoes falling. Those who remained conscious attempted to assist, yet they too succumbed to a growing sense of suffocation. Panic gripped the masses, cries for help filled the air, and desperate pleas for water echoed around. In the midst of this chaos, little Rohan could be heard screaming, 'Mummy, mummy, uth jao' (Mother, mother, wake up), but there was no response.
By Dawn news of the catastrophe began to spread via live sky. This was an advancement of novel technology that accurately offered capabilities to transform any space into a virtual screen. However, people struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation and ran helter-skelter, dropping down as they did. Authorities urged individuals to steer clear of the area, and rescue teams dispatched to the scene failed to return. A shroud of mystery and dread loomed over the place, as the enigma of what had unfolded continued to confound those who sought answers.
At 4 PM, a grim realization began to dawn upon the people who were viewing this phenomenal incident from afar. It now had become evident that a sinister virus was responsible for rapidly spreading through the crowd. A new rescue team, equipped with protective PPE suits and virus prevention gear, hurried to the scene. They, however, were met with a haunting sight – lifeless and still bodies strewn across the area. Amidst this nightmarish tableau, they spotted me, sitting beside my parents with a vacant expression. My sensibilities had been short-circuited, human emotions that my parents coded into me since my genesis overpowered my intelligence, and I remained still, unresponsive. The rescue team was compassionate but resolute. They carried me to their research center, and the still bodies of my parents were put on life support machines. They, along with a few others, were in a state of coma.
One year has passed since then. Exhaustive tests were conducted on me to unravel the mysteries surrounding the deadly virus. While researchers did manage to devise methods to contain and mitigate the virus's devastating effects, my survival remained a mystery. The patients in a coma too did not wake up from their stillness.
Note: Fifteen years since that fateful day, Rohan's life had evolved into a semblance of normalcy. He pursued research, his unyielding focus fixed on unlocking the mysteries of his survival.
On 1st jan 2079 , the news of his parents' death coinciding with that of Rohan's shocked the world.
On investigation, his research revealed the mystery. Rohan said, 'And I am one with my parents; my breath is in theirs. I am but a fascinating fragment of their imagination.'"
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Ye saab tho hota hai
Year 2025
The festive season of Ganpati had returned, just like any other year. Large, majestic idols stood tall, drawing crowds from all around. Among the sea of devotees, Rohan, a 5-year-old boy, accompanied by his parents, embarked on a journey to seek the blessings of the Lalbaug ka Raja. They were prepared for the long day ahead, bracing themselves for the typical 12 to 15-hour wait in the queue.
It was 10:00 AM when Rohan and his family arrived at the location. The atmosphere was electric, teeming with people of all ages. The place was alive with vibrant colours, many conversations, joyous singing, hearty laughter, and the distant melody of religious music. People eagerly anticipated their turn to get a glimpse of the idol.
By 11:00 AM, the crowd had swelled, and the numbers were staggering, with an estimated 1.5 billion visitors in a single day. Amid the excitement, there were occasional coughs, sneezes, and people experiencing shortness of breath. Such occurrences were brushed off as ordinary inconveniences; "ye sab tho hota hai," (These things happen ) they thought.
At 11:30 AM, a sudden disruption rippled through the crowd. People began to feel disoriented, their noses inexplicably bleeding. A sense of confusion permeated the environment.
As the clock struck 11:45, the situation deteriorated rapidly. Fainting spells struck individuals, one after the other, like dominoes falling. Those who remained conscious attempted to assist, yet they too succumbed to a growing sense of suffocation. Panic gripped the masses, cries for help filled the air, and desperate pleas for water echoed around. In the midst of this chaos, little Rohan could be heard screaming, "Mummy, mummy, uth jao" (Mother, mother, wake up), but there was no response.
By 12:00 PM, news of the catastrophe began to spread via live television broadcasts. However, people struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Authorities urged individuals to steer clear of the area, and rescue teams dispatched to the scene failed to return. A shroud of mystery and dread loomed over the area, as the enigma of what had unfolded continued to confound those who sought answers.
At 4 PM, a grim realisation began to dawn upon the people. It became evident that a sinister virus was rapidly spreading through the crowd. A new rescue team, equipped with protective PPE suits and virus prevention gear, hurried to the scene. Their arrival revealed a haunting sight – lifeless bodies strewn across the area. Amidst this nightmarish tableau, Rohan, sitting beside his parents, his expression vacant and eyes filled with terror. He remained still, shivering and unresponsive, with dried tears etched upon his face. The rescue team, compassionate but resolute, had to coax him away from his parents using comforting lies. Reluctantly, they spirited him and any other survivors to an isolated location.
One year passed, during which exhaustive tests were conducted on Rohan and the other survivors. The purpose was to unravel the mysteries surrounding the deadly virus that had swept through India, leaving death in its wake. While the exact reasons for their survival remained elusive, researchers did manage to devise methods to contain and mitigate the virus's devastating effects.
After a year of observation, the survivors were released. Rohan, now bereft of his immediate family, was entrusted to distant relatives who had visited him during his time in isolation.
Fifteen years later, Rohan's life had evolved into a semblance of normalcy. He pursued education with unwavering determination, his unyielding focus fixed on unlocking the mysteries of his survival and the death of his loved ones. Eventually, he transformed into a diligent researcher, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge and a relentless quest to understand the enigma that had spared his life. As the years passed, he delved deeper into the intricate puzzle of his survival, unravelling secrets that had eluded others, and peeling away the layers of mystery that had long shrouded his past.
Many theories emerged about how he managed to survive. Some believed it was because of divine intervention, while others thought it might be due to the 1000 vaccinations he recently received . What, in your opinion, could have been his saviour?
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