R.B. PART - 1

In the heart of the brisk October 2199, the Arcanum Energies Institute in Roegetra pulsed with activity. Dr. Matison, a seasoned scientist at fifty, stood as a paragon of unwavering dedication in his laboratory garb. His focus was razor-sharp, an unyielding determination to coax forth a vibrant yellow elixir capable of breathing life back into the weathered sentinels of the forest, transforming them into a lush tapestry of youthful green. Yet, despite his tireless efforts, there was a lingering sense of anticipation, as if the very air held its breath in anticipation of a breakthrough. Meanwhile, his colleagues charted their victories, each discovery a testament to the innovative spirit of the Institute.

Dr Richard has developed an extraordinary tablet resembling an ordinary pill, boasting a captivating purple-blue hue and mesmerizing crystal cubes. This incredible invention has the extraordinary power to morph into any delicious treat or enticing drink of your choice, solely by using the power of your mind as you delicately place it in your mouth. Dr. Steven has made a fantastic achievement in the field of robotic technology. He had managed to develop a revolutionary robot that could flawlessly connect with any part of the human body, including the brain, albeit in the compact size of a microchip. Despite its incredible potential, this remarkable invention is currently facing a few minor setbacks. It experiences some issues with motor functioning when connecting to the arms and legs, and it struggles to remain fully synchronized with the human body when connected to the brain. Dr. Andrew is the most famous among all the researchers who must have done more than 50 inventions in his 20 years of career. He is currently making a teleportation mat that looks like a normal doormat having a blue color at its boundaries and black at the center. He says that this mat helps humans go anywhere in this world without using anything.

Even though Dr. Matison has not made any ground-breaking discoveries or carried out revolutionary research throughout the past twenty years of his career, his unwavering optimism persists, as he ardently believes he will achieve something truly extraordinary. He holds onto the belief that his efforts will ultimately lead him to win this year’s prestigious “Best Scientist of the Year” award, a highly anticipated event taking place on December 31st. But this year is going to be much special as the event will transcend them to a new start as it will become a marking achievement for the start of the 23rd century.

It was now night 10 p.m. when all the researchers had started leaving the research institute while some stayed back including Dr. Matison and his best friend Dr. Steven. Both were conversing about their progress in their research. Dr. Steven asked Matison, “Do you have any ground-breaking ideas to establish yourself as the leading scientist, or are you satisfied with simply persisting in your traditional research approach?“. Dr. Steven was also a part of the research project that Matison was doing. Still, not seeing too much great potential in it, he switched to his other passion, robotics. With unwavering confidence, Dr. Matison, his hands gliding smoothly from left to right through his hair, declares, “Rest assured, my relentless quest for a solution will persist until I triumph in my research.”

Soon afterwards, everyone left and only Dr. Matison and Dr. Andrew were still working with their work. With a beaming smile on his face, Dr. Andrew entered his office. His gaze, fixed on Matison with his piercing brown eyes, portrayed the confidence of a true leader. The sight of his flawless undercut hairstyle only reinforced the notion that he was unrivalled in this research facility. As always he asked Dr. Matison the same question he always asks whenever he enters his cabin, “So Dr. Matison do you have any hopes of completing your research that has been going on since the time I joined!“. Despite the frustration that Dr Matison felt due to being asked about it for the hundredth time, he managed to maintain his composure. He replied, “While I admit that my research efforts haven’t yielded successful results in all the years you’ve been here, I assure you that I will give it my utmost dedication to present my research and showcase it at the event.“Knowing the answer from his attentive ear, Dr Andrew bid him farewell with a sincere “Good luck” and gracefully departed the research facility.

Dr. Matison alone in his chamber was thinking hard about how to improve his solution formulae to make his research work. So, he took out all previous versions of the solutions. After thoroughly analyzing, he found that every time he made the solution he missed out on particular chemicals due to which the solution was incomplete. After two hours of work, he eventually created a green-coloured solution.

Instead of experimenting with his previous idea involving trees, he stumbled upon a vibrant orange rubber band on his desk. Dr. Matison’s heart raced as he beheld the vibrant orange rubber band on his desk. It beckoned like a beacon of uncharted potential. With an air of determined curiosity, he dropped it into a sample test tube, immersing it in his carefully concocted solution. There was an air of audacity to this experiment, a hint of rebellion against convention, but he had nothing to lose.

As the hours drifted by in the quiet stillness of the laboratory, he sat in rapt attention, eyes flitting between the test tube and the oranges that punctuated his favourite fruit’s sweet aroma. The clock struck 4 a.m., and the world outside slumbered, unaware of the alchemy unfolding within those walls. Yet, no immediate transformation greeted his gaze.

Draping fatigue over his shoulders, he retreated to the sleeping quarters, a thin veil of hope tugging at his consciousness. Dreams danced on the fringes of his mind, a restless waltz with the promise of discovery.

The institute stirred to life, a symphony of diligent minds absorbed in their pursuits, when Dr. Matison awoke. A swift visit to the cafeteria replenished his energy, propelling him back to his work. Along the way, he glimpsed Dr. Andrew, poised with his teleportation mat—a marvel that promised to reshape transportation as they knew it.

In the heart of that moment, as Dr. Andrew orchestrated his breakthrough, all eyes converged on the apple, poised on the precipice of transformation. With coordinates whispered, the apple vanished, a whispering testament to the power of human ingenuity. Dr. Matison cradled the apparition in his hands, and a swell of applause reverberated through the air, an ovation for Dr. Andrew’s triumph.

In this electric atmosphere, Dr. Rakesh Gabriel arrived, weaving through the sea of researchers. Conversations flowed, ideas exchanged, but Dr. Matison’s perceptive gaze noted that Dr. Andrew lingered, a silent sentinel. Returning to his chamber, Dr. Matison beheld the rubber band suspended, tiny projections sprouting like the first whispers of life. Joy ignited in his chest, a spark that danced through his movements. Minutes stretched, an eternity of wonder before he etched his observations into paper.

Weeks passed, and each day a symphony of anticipation. The rubber band in the test tube evolved, a metamorphosis of form, yet its essence remained enigmatic. And still, at 4 a.m., the oranges offered their succulent solace. Nevertheless, a surprise in the form of a mysterious, creeping sound startled him, causing him to inadvertently send the orange peel flying into the profound abyss of the test tube. When he turned around he saw that the automatic trash can was getting stuck in between due to some kind of problem which was making the noise. Dr Matison didn’t notice that tiny orange peel in the test tube and accidentally went to sleep in his chair while watching the test tube.

After 45 minutes of the orange peel submerged in the test tube, the test tube started to crack and the test tube shattered into pieces. This made Dr. Matison wake from his sleep, and on seeing the glass test tube broken he saw that the rubber band which was there in the test tube was nowhere to be found. As he finished tidying up the table, he sank into the comfort of his chair. In the ensuing quiet, Dr. Matison’s eyes gravitated to a clandestine figure, an orange enigma playing hide-and-seek. With bated breath, he uncovered the truth, and his breath caught.

There, amidst the pens and papers, stood the rubber band reborn—a diminutive figure, human-like in its proportions, yet tinged with an otherworldly aura. Timid eyes met Dr. Matison’s, and a silent understanding passed between them. Slowly, it ventured onto his hand, a testament to the marvels woven by his touch.

At that moment, the world held its breath. Dr Matison’s gaze became a lens into the extraordinary, revealing a truth that defied reason. This was not just a rubber band; it was the embodiment of possibility, a testament to life’s tenacious will. He watched, entranced, as leaves unfurled, adorning the figure in a cloak of emerald green. Each limb is a testament to nature’s delicate hand, a sculpture born of science and wonder. His mind raced, a symphony of possibilities unfurling. What if... what if more rubber bands, each imbued with a unique essence, were to be awakened from their slumber? With purpose, he set to work, wielding his newfound knowledge. The laboratory hummed with anticipation, as vials and tubes bore witness to his daring.

He intensified the green colour by incorporating a fragment of emerald, and he enhanced the red hue by adding a lava stone sourced from a volcano. Through his innovative techniques, he applied electrolysis to the twin-shaded white and yellow combination, combined cosmic particle fusionised powder for the purple, and introduced a heavily frosted ice cube into the white-coloured rubber band test tube exactly after 2 weeks. And then, with a crescendo of shattering glass, life ignited within each vessel.

Emerald strength, volcanic fire, cosmic grace, glacial beauty, jolting lightning—they stood before him, each a testament to his mastery. A new chapter unfurled, a narrative of potential and promise. After observing for a week, he concluded that the emerald possessed a formidable, well-defined physique capable of crushing and shattering anything it encountered, except diamonds, and exuded an aura of solemnity. The fiery one possessed an impressive temperature of 200 degrees Celsius. The intertwined whitish-yellow boasted astonishing speed and a surprising jolt upon contact. The purple one demonstrated the ability to effortlessly float in the air. Finally, the pure white colour mirrored the snow’s brilliance, emanating a chilling cold with a body temperature of -45 degrees Celsius.

And now, a date loomed on the horizon—an exhibition that beckoned with its siren call. Dr Matison would stride into that arena, bearing not just rubber bands, but the promise of a world transformed. The whispers of his creations would echo through the halls, a chorus of curiosity and wonder. For he was not merely a scientist; he was a magician of possibilities.