Vyom:Chapter 3:Part 3

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I walked inside the tube, bending low due to the passage’s small diameter.

The tube was made of a material like metal, a rubber mat was fixed to the floor to highlight the path way (or just to really pull of the ‘cool machine’ vibes).Naman, I, Badri and Sarah crawled through the tunnel. The tunnel opened up to reveal a place so large; the hill must have been hollow. Down a 100 m was the floor, which was covered with machinery arranged in a pattern like that in a human office. The roof above was abnormal with huge boxes, which had been suspected by us as pillars and boulders, sticking up having vents, maybe oxygen generators. “Can you move?”

I brought back Naman to reality as the view wasn’t that majestic with Naman’s belly blocking half of it. “There is no way to go down there.”

Naman informed, the hole in which we were was roughly 100 m high from the floor. There was no spot safe enough to land on. I crawled under Naman’s belly to inspect the edge myself. “It’s true”

I turned my head towards Sarah and Badri. “We’re at a dead-end. What do we do?” “I think I can help.”

Badri raised his hand, his voice low not because of the surety of his plans but in the fact that we might listen to him. “No, I really mean it.”

Badri pulled out from his coat what appeared to be a black stub. He somehow managed to pull out with his perfectly trimmed nails another stub, attached to the original stub through a barely visible rope. This continued until he had a rope of 1 m. “DUDE, what the hell is that?!”I stammered.

“How could that possibly work?” Sarah gaped. “Guys, you are the scientists.” Badri reasoned.

Naman and I barely managed to make way for Badri to approach to the front. Badri had tied a part of the rope tightly around the grip of a knife. “Sarah you have long fingernails, use them to pull out the rope as I descend.” “Actually, I don’t” Sarah showed her nails which were trimmed and unpolished. “I’ll do it.” Naman showed off his nails, which were long and black (from dirt). “See ya!” Badri back flipped in the air with the knife in his hand. He didn’t even wait for Naman to grip the rope. The rope suddenly went weightless.

“What-”Sarah let go of the rope and crawled to the edge. “Is he alive?” I yelled at Sarah. No response. I crawled to the edge just in time to see Badri Sehn pull out the knife from the wall and drop down yelling “Loosen it!”, to stab the knife in a new lower spot. “Is this guy even a human?” I spoke awestruck.

“Maybe not, we’re finding new planets anyway.” Sarah replied. After 15 minutes of Badri’s episode of awesomeness, he was down there. “Come down!” he yelled at us .

Sarah was the first because according to her “Badri being such an excellent detective commando, must be knowing what he’s doing.”

Sarah and Naman climbed down with the help of the rope and using Badri’s knife stabs as footrest. My cowardice had overcome my intelligence. I didn’t realize coming in the last would also mean no body to hold rope, thus no rope support.

Coming down I realized the risk of this mission was worth for what I saw. There were so many cool looking machines with totally understandable mechanism. “This is Pac-Man” Sarah yelled at an arcade screen which indeed was displaying the slice cut yellow disc with the ghosts chasing him.

At least there was one thing these guys and us had in common: Great taste. We scouted the whole in the same groups of two. Thankfully we encountered no Pac-Man addicted extraterrestrials. “It is confirmed” Naman spoke once all of us met. “No intruders here.” “I think this is a spaceship.” Sarah said “Seeing its structure, the position and even huge circle tiles which indicate boosters.”

Even Badri added to that “The info of this place being a British Lord’s house was recorded in 1800s, so this must place must be so old.” “And still the technology here is more advanced than ours.”

I smiled at Naman “You’re a lucky old man.”

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With this issue I bring my web-novel ‘Vyom’ to a temporary stop. I now have to return back to the writing pad to improvise the already written content and dream some of the new one up. It’s kind of hard to believe that what I have been working on for the past few years barely took 3 months to play. 5,278 words may sound huge but it is tiny compared to what I dream of Vyom to be.

Sure, I have big plans of making Vyom someday sell a bajjilion copies and win million of awards but frankly I am happy right now with the 3 people who read my weekly blog(I am not naming you guys for privacy reasons but really I remember all of your account names).

With this I end this Weekly web novel(temporarily),but just to follow tradition:

The next part will be released on ________.

P.S. It may take a very long time.