A little information: Kerala is a state in India. Kalpakkam is a place near Chennai in the state Tamil Nadu where there is a nuclear recator.
This is my first attempt at science fiction. It is quite short. What do you think of it?
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What I’m about to recount is a very short bit of my life. I have lived for as long as anyone can tell, in the Monazite sands of Kerala, ever since the Gondwanaland crashed to form the Himalayas.
“Who am I?” Alas, I can give you no definite answer. I have been many things and will be many more. Expect the unexpected is the motto of my existence. My very presence and nature has puzzled the scientists for years. They don’t know me entirely even after all these decades of sophisticated tools. I don’t know myself all that well either. That’s enough about me. The following is an account of how the world is changing.
I was used to freely floating about as a particle in the sand. The wind helped me travel miles and meet new friends and neighbors. Though I used to freely move, I was confined to the monazite sands. Life was peaceful, if that’s what you’d like to call it. Then came the day when I was scooped along with my friends into a huge truck. I realized that there were many trucks. The drivers intended to take us to Kalpakkam. None of us had heard of it. It was quite a small journey, but then again, time is of no importance to me. My time references would be different from yours.
They put us into huge container made of cement. We were sealed inside. No escape. They wanted to experiment on us. They were going to tear us apart, literally. I felt scared, but there was hardly any activity among them for a while. A while later, the entire zone (for that’s what I call that place) was abuzz with people running about with strange devices and talking excitedly. I didn’t understand much. Having lived all my life in Kerala, I didn’t understand much besides Malayalam. What they spoke was Tamil, related to Malayalam, but incomprehensible all the same.
I could feel things heating up inside the vessel when I felt excruciating pain. It was pain beyond imagination. It was tearing me apart. It was like a sharp blade piercing through your heart. I tried to pull myself together in vain. I could control no longer and let that neutron pierce me.
I could feel myself at different places all at once. How is this possible? What have they done to me? As these questions ran through my head, I could feel a bit of myself go and pierce one of my friends. This repeated for how many times, I have lost count. Almost the entire zone was wiped out. It was like Chernobyl on a smaller scale(Of course I’ve heard about Chernobyl. News travels, you know). It was all over the news; the reporters came like a swarm of bees to flower. The world leaders condemned this. But wasn’t it brought upon them by themselves?
I was there everywhere. I didn’t know what to call “me” anymore. I could feel myself at a million places. This was the first, but definitely not the last. All they need is power and lots of it.
