Vyom: Chapter 2 :Part 3

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The next day at work we were all investigated, Naman (who was recovering fast and would be on his feet in a few days) told us the plan

“Look, I don’t want to disclose about the metal creature right now, that would get us into legal trouble. You guys make sure to follow each other’s stories and tell them about a machine malfunctioning, told them that these-”

Naman pointed towards his gut with bandage “- were shards from the machine’s glass.”

The next week I was travelling with Naman to the League of Science Enterprises Representative Society (LOSERS). “How was the hospital’s service?” I asked.

“Worse than you can imagine, when they found out about my medicines they took away all of them!” “‘Oh’ I guess” “Don’t worry I bought more but it also means that you may have to fix the teleporters modulator with duct tape.” “Let’s ask the LOSERS to fund us-”

“Are you kidding?” Naman yelled “The only reason we are going to this meeting is because we have to! If we ask them for money they would just ‘replicate the program to help us’ and exploit us all.” So much for a nice small talk.

We got out of the taxi to be overshadowed by a huge typical Mumbai building, like the kind you expect Spiderman to swing on.

The corridor was so quiet and clean that my shoe’s squeaking was clearly hearable.

So Naman’s chappals slapping against his heels sounded like a T-rex tearing down the hall. “May I help you…sir?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when my eyes darted towards a man standing right next to me.

The guy features were like that of a Muppet (no wonder I was sacred) his skin looked like rubber tightly stretched over his skeleton, his thin white hair was plastered with gel. His body was so thin, his hands and legs looked like twigs. He wore a stainless white coat and shirt.

He thrusted his hand for a handshake “I am Raj Bhatia, you are?” “He’s Dev Patakh!” Naman gruffed.

Naman moved away one step slower than running (sorry for the pun). I caught up with Naman “Dude-” “What? “The fleeing” “Yeah I did that”.

I waited for him to reply forgetting about Naman’s poor social skills. “This is the moment for you to explain the behavior.” “Oh. Well he’s the representative of this company.”

Naman pointed at one of the many posters which were lined the hallway. It had a symbol like this:

“So?” “Their company is regarded as one of the most advanced and hardworking company in the world, but in reality they just buy ideas of small company like ours.”

“Why do companies just sell themselves don’t they see the potential in their idea? “ “The talkers of the company are practically psychiatrists; convince companies to believe their idea is schist?” “Do you even known what that means?”

“A type of rock?”

“Forget it.”

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