The rabbit looked to its left. And then to its right. Then
it casually transformed, into a miniature version of a T- Rex dinosaur. The
young scientist, Keshav Satpute gazed at the miniature T-Rex/Rabbit, kept in a
glass encased room. The room being part of a small but highly sophisticated facility,
which in Keshav’s opinion, had badly chosen grey as the predominant color tone.
The rabbit –T-Rex
mutation was the result of an impossible phenomenon. This rodent had by the fluke
of evolution, imprinted in a portion of its DNA, the entire genetic structure
of a T-Rex. So as and when in the mood, the rabbit could transform into a
T-Rex.
It is an impossible
rabbit. Thought Keshav.
Which is why it belonged in C.R.I.P. The Centre for Research
on Impossible Phenomenon. When you worked here, there wasn’t much that could
surprise you. Except how less you got paid. Apparently world governments couldn’t
pay a lot for a facility, that technically did not exist.
But even though you didn’t have the money, you were
entertained by other things the job offered. Like a size 10 shoe, which was
actually a portal to the planet Mars. A violin that when played could cause
water to freeze. A piece of glass that could cause severe indigestion when
looked at. And well, a lot of other things.
The purpose of C.R.I.P, was to understand all these
phenomenon, and use them to develop technologies for the betterment of mankind.
Still many scientists, remained strangely fascinated with
the rabbit-T Rex mutation. The raging debate being, what would happen, if the mutated
rabbit was given a female rabbit to mate with, while in the form of a rabbit and
while in the form of a T-Rex. In the first situation, what would the resulting
baby be? In the second one, would the T-Rex still feel attracted to a female
rabbit? Or would he just eat it? And if a baby dinosaur was conceived, could it
be eventually possible to create a Jurassic Park?
The world governments also felt intrigued. And next month a
female rabbit was to be shipped into the facility. Soon the scientists would
know. And Keshav had to admit, that even he felt very curious about it. Though
not as curious as he felt about the last specimen of C.R.I.P, left for him to
observe tonight.
Well if it could really be called observing. Because all he
had to do, was to make sure that the small LED light indicator, outside room
2691 was green. If it was red, Keshav was to press the black switch next to the
door. This sent an emergency lockdown signal throughout the facility. Keshav
had heard rumors that if this black switch was ever pressed, there would be
serious implications for the very survival of the planet.
What could possibly be so potent? How could it be trapped in
room 2691? Keshav didn’t know. But he hoped someday, to be important enough to have
the secret entrusted to him.
For now, Keshav thought about how getting to room 2691, was
always a headache. It was located in a 2 storey structure, isolated from every
other building of C.R.I.P.
After being transported by a military vehicle and going
through the security formalities, Keshav entered the building.
He walked past the guards, stationed in the corridor and
reached the door of room 2691. Keshav opened a metal sliding panel that encased
the indicator and the black switch. He looked at the indicator. And almost
died.
The light was red.
To be continued…
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