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'The One Concirsciuit' starts with the protagonist, Metanor in exile. The story commences from there. But do you want to know how he landed there?
Metanor and Navarro were at loggerheads over the latter's new form of Mind control. Metanor, rightfully predicted the complexity which would form around, although he did not predict the appearance of the circuit.
Navarro, a character who always wants to go an extra mile to suppress his opposition. Though he was confident of his power, he wanted to punish Metanor for opposing him.
Metanor approached several times trying to explain the consequences and also proposed some new ideas in technology. Navarro constantly felt like hwas was being over-powered with the other's intelligence and smartness. Though the proposals were attractive, he simply dismissed them away.
Metanor, fed up with trying once accumulated all the other disciples and arranged for a walkout. It was at a time when Navarro was working with the Government of Zingorba to create 'war-widths' or 'automated war-lines'. They had to be designed and installed everywhere on the planet. Obviously that required the entire organization on site. Since the disciples did not show up, the Government criticized Navarro for handling this issue immaturely. Again, Navarro a character who does not like one dark spot on his important impressions.
In the far future, the development of military powers would enable the planet to acquire 'space objects' which could in - turn be used for multiple purposes. Zingorba, for the first time had lost the bid to another rival.
"I WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME YOU TO THE EXTENSIONS OF ZINGORBA!" Navarro declared
Metanor looked in anxiety, he had nowhere to go and no more words were left to speak.
"These extensions are generally 'invisible' to the public. You will be stuck there forever!" grinned Navarro wickedly and thought of dazzling white light falling on the poor alien. At once all the other perceptions activated. As a consequence, the light started blowing harshly past him but each time managing to kiss the outer edges of his skin and shoulders. The world around him crumbled under the absence of the light and crumbled still till the antagonist was standing outside a dark room. Metanor trapped inside, kept wailing.
"THIS IS A CURSE. MY MIND CONTROL IS YOUR GUARD. UNLESS I ALLOW, YOU SHALL NOT TAKE AN INCH OF LIGHT FROM THE OUTSIDE. EVEN THE WORD RESPITE MUST SOUND LIKE AN IMPRECATION!" and he signed off.
But Metanor knew the fluctuating nature of his anger. The misery today has to turn to a duel tomorrow. Only he has to wait. Wait with the complexity warming him.
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