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Money Project 2 A
Quantum Reality
Since morning I was feeling sleepy and waiting for the jerk to get off from this whaky mood. I know the reason because of spending the night in the Hydrogen lab. At night with this seafacing windows you feel more poetic than a researcher. Like all over here I too creative.
My sleep went over around 9:30 am with a sound from the system nearby. It's was a shrill sound. Eyes went on the top, a clock with a golden block. I ran toward my system, it was blinking with a smoky smell, but didn't found anything. Looked at my phone, not finding anywhere. Forgot to search in my pocket and finally saw all emotional text messages of her with a beautiful love signature.
My heart started pounding like a weak one. At times I think deeply if I am a weak personality or a peace-loving? But in the end we love eachother too much like an inseparable solution.
I saw her text messages and there I realised her intelligence, rather practicality - she said what about money in this project? Without money it will be able to create a barter based society in the Mars.
And the next line shocked me more - are we two in that journey? In my estimation this planet is overburdened and it's better to leave in the first trip. What's your opinion?
- Please wait babe, we are scientists and we have a lot of responsibilities.
Immediately a reply floats- do you love me?
- yes
- why don't you admit that and what about our next generation?
- will do it in the Mars.
- do you know the complications over there, biological complications.
She repeats- what will be your wait? how will you be able to bypass gravitational theory to have sex? These are serious issues. Please focus in the project. I am your senior in this project. So don't mess up. We are mature enough to produce a baby. It's 12 noon. You didn't return back to your lab from hydrogen lab. Are you in love with that place? Any other mathematical theory is brimming up in your brain?
I surrendered with a silence. Stopped replying and in a few minute she arrived with a smiling face.
I stared at her. She is as usually charming and attractive. We promised not to do any ugly and naughty things inside lab. So we are stuck.
She leaned at me and saw my notes in the system. She is heading this database and analyzes everything.
She asked softly - can we go out for an hour? You need a break.
While walking to the coffee corner she repeated - Our deadline is August'2099. We need to resolve all sort of issues before that. Govt is asking but as this is more valuable project we cannot share about this secret mission. It's they who did all sort of mess up in this century! The core team is more powerful than the system. They repeatedly giving hints - not to worry, not to worry.
I looked at her confidence. She rarely shows anxiety. Is she trapped for this mission? I need to recheck all last night's data.
She holds my hand and pressed. We are almost in the Coffee corner.
© debashishbhattacharya
Since morning I was feeling sleepy and waiting for the jerk to get off from this whaky mood. I know the reason because of spending the night in the Hydrogen lab. At night with this seafacing windows you feel more poetic than a researcher. Like all over here I too creative.
My sleep went over around 9:30 am with a sound from the system nearby. It's was a shrill sound. Eyes went on the top, a clock with a golden block. I ran toward my system, it was blinking with a smoky smell, but didn't found anything. Looked at my phone, not finding anywhere. Forgot to search in my pocket and finally saw all emotional text messages of her with a beautiful love signature.
My heart started pounding like a weak one. At times I think deeply if I am a weak personality or a peace-loving? But in the end we love eachother too much like an inseparable solution.
I saw her text messages and there I realised her intelligence, rather practicality - she said what about money in this project? Without money it will be able to create a barter based society in the Mars.
And the next line shocked me more - are we two in that journey? In my estimation this planet is overburdened and it's better to leave in the first trip. What's your opinion?
- Please wait babe, we are scientists and we have a lot of responsibilities.
Immediately a reply floats- do you love me?
- yes
- why don't you admit that and what about our next generation?
- will do it in the Mars.
- do you know the complications over there, biological complications.
She repeats- what will be your wait? how will you be able to bypass gravitational theory to have sex? These are serious issues. Please focus in the project. I am your senior in this project. So don't mess up. We are mature enough to produce a baby. It's 12 noon. You didn't return back to your lab from hydrogen lab. Are you in love with that place? Any other mathematical theory is brimming up in your brain?
I surrendered with a silence. Stopped replying and in a few minute she arrived with a smiling face.
I stared at her. She is as usually charming and attractive. We promised not to do any ugly and naughty things inside lab. So we are stuck.
She leaned at me and saw my notes in the system. She is heading this database and analyzes everything.
She asked softly - can we go out for an hour? You need a break.
While walking to the coffee corner she repeated - Our deadline is August'2099. We need to resolve all sort of issues before that. Govt is asking but as this is more valuable project we cannot share about this secret mission. It's they who did all sort of mess up in this century! The core team is more powerful than the system. They repeatedly giving hints - not to worry, not to worry.
I looked at her confidence. She rarely shows anxiety. Is she trapped for this mission? I need to recheck all last night's data.
She holds my hand and pressed. We are almost in the Coffee corner.
© debashishbhattacharya
