Vaguely Obfuscated

Assuming for a moment that the arrow of time was somehow reversed, it would be possible for us to ‘remember’ the future, and predict the past. Although a fairly ambiguous phenomenon, if achieved, it would magnify the infinistic probability that a perpetual motion machine be created, for, by applying the above principle, it could easily be proved that force is just a hypothetical form of light, which has nearly infinite existence, rendering it easy to create a backward flow of energy from the system, into the surrounding, causing a chain reaction that would negate all theories of the four laws of thermodynamics, possibly increasing the curvature of space-time by about 0.0637 %. This could have many major impacts on how we perceive things in this era.

Consequently, people around the world will be astounded to realize that it would be possible- contrary to current belief, that has stood the test of time for eons- to create robots with self-developing A.I. , assimilating and compiling data from across the globe via smaller ‘friend’ circles among other similar robots, creating extremely useful bots in the near future. Another impact of the above observation would be the reversal of all stock market trading strategies, for investors would already know the stock prices of the past, which would, under this context, translate to the future, leading to heavy loss for companies, resulting in a major stock slump.

Unfortunately, a larger problem lies ahead, for sources have confirmed that unfair advantage could easily be taken of the afore mentioned fact, in the form of what experts call the Extractor Beam. It combines the features of Einstein’s special theory of Relativity, with the added dimension of Newtonian mathematics, culminating in the creation of a beam that can be used to extract information from the gray matter of brain cells of innocent civilians, and using the generated raw power to create a power surge, in turn causing the wipe-out of all data from the Internet, using advanced Quincunx technology, that helps focus energy to achieve amplifications of up to five times the input energy.

This has greatly hampered further progress. It is for the prevention of the precipitation such a scenario that the research work of all data in this field has been suspended indefinitely, until a safer alternative is hit upon. Until then, we can safely be oblivious of such revolutionary technology.

The above article is an excerpt from the research papers ‘Die A Technical Deth’, purely the work of Frost Byte, with inputs from Stephen Hawking, protected by copyright (B-8074-067). Any illegal copies made of the above material is punishable by applicable law

Who Am I ?

A quest in search of life’s true meaning

Plunging into my thoughts again, I meditated over one of the many unanswered questions within me, seeking to move closer to the answer– who am I? Although appearing to be fairly abstract at first, I knew that it had an answer, and was determined to locate it. I did not know how to begin my quest, for I knew I had a undertaken a staggering task- in my time of relaxation- nevertheless, plodding slowly deep into myself, I realized that the question was brought up to the surface simply due to a lack of self-confidence. I had considered myself below par for too long now. Always finding voids in my life, never looking at the many points of superiority that were contained within me- restrained- because I had lacked the common sense to explore my virtues. Always thinking that I could not live up to the expectations of my peers. Always behaving like the lesser person. Always looking for a purpose in life, when there was really no need to. I have always looked at what I have achieved, and found it to be dwarfed-out by what others had achieved. Not looking at the quality of my work, not at what I could have achieved, not what I am built for. In fact, my views of myself fell just short of pity. Though not completely, I have regained some hope. I was not meant to be a face in the crowd, but my negativity drew me into being one. I am not small, I think small, something that could be easily rectified. Coming back to the question, I realized that I may not need an answer at all. Though purpose-defeating, this was truly the equivalent of enlightenment.

Mission: Nanozilla™ - Part Three

I met Lucy on my way out. She smiled that beautiful smile that cleared all my worries for the next few hours. She was a new recruit. This was her first mission. She seemed nervous at first, but heck, she was a girl-it was understandable. But despite that fact, having made to the team was definitely a commendable feat. She was in the Chemical Warfare Department. She told me that Luke was in search of the stolen money. She had disabled all of Hacker’s minions in the building with our proprietary SLoW gas- short for Sleeping, Laughing and Weeping gas (perhaps their next component would be NOS and then they would call it… let me guess- SLoW NOSe).

But Hacker had a separate chamber. He was unaffected by the gas and was taking a nap. That hog. Now was the time to get him. I gave Lucy my stun gun and lowered her into his chamber using a rope. But I was jolted by a sudden loud noise- the security alarm. Luke probably dropped the stylus of the PDA- my PDA, triggering off the alarm. What a klutz. We had to wrap up our work soon. Hacker woke up, much to the surprise of poor Lucy. He tried to release the naobots, but I had initiated the self-destruct sequence. We did not have much time left. I had to react fast. I triggered an explosion at the power generator using my Grenade Launcher, switched on my night-vision goggles, and in the darkness, glided downwards to where Lucy was and knocked Hacker out with my Micro Uzi. That was certainly going to leave a dent on it. I checked on the others. Luke had the money with him now. Rudolf had our aircraft ready. We took our fugitive in and we moved out of the place- not a moment too soon- the shards of the Prism flew skywards the instant we took off the land. The nanobots were blown to smithereens. We called the cops- Hacker was arrested. We were given the next week off.

As for Lucy, she appeared to be quite impressed, for there were feet flailing and tongues rolling for the rest of the night.

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