The human mind is truly the most devastating thing.

In 2853, Floyd Georgette, in a series of experiments with the prisoners of World War IV, witnessed a miraculous transformation in the subjects.

During the course of his experiment, a living organism (a child) had changed in physical and mental form.

When eight of the most genetically diverse prisoners were bred in captivity, some produced brilliant, highly functioning individuals with exceptional motor and sensory skills for their age (E) while others produced dull progeny with severe mental retardation and a number of physical disabilities (R).

When individually tested, the exceptional batch (E) would outdo every examination: somatic, cerebral and psychic.

The retarded batch (R), however, barely managed anywhere near a passing score.

Georgette was able to induce cognitive impairment, memory loss and psychiatric disorders in one-tenth of batch (E) via multiple electrocutions.

He observed that the electrocuted batch (E) could no longer perform any better than batch (R) in the overall tests.

When setting out for his travel to the Capital where he would publish his findings, Georgette had misplaced a subject from electrocuted batch (E) with a subject from batch (R).

Upon his return, when he was informed of the blunder committed, something clicked in Georgette's twisted mind and he decided to test his subjects again.

The two subjects from antagonistic batches, were compelled to take the triple tests together and the results were not what Georgette had in mind.

The pair with a combined IQ of 70 had surpassed the test results of the unelectrocuted batch (E).

"The batch (R) subject had somehow been transformed by the electrocuted batch (E) subject. Some 'transforming principle', transferred from the electrocuted batch (E) subject, had enabled the batch (R) subject to develop skills beyond normal human comprehension. This must be due to the exposure of some form of an infectious brain wave," he wrote.

However, the physical nature of the infectious brain wave was not defined from his experiments.

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"Cisne, la cena esta lista (Cisne, the dinner is ready."

"Vengo (Coming)."

The woman poured cold, gushing river water on her favoured companion, washing the animal clean of all the dirt and dust that had accumulated in his wool throughout the training.

Tenderly, she ran her hands over the mammoth's enormous form, cleansing the wool thoroughly.

"Is your wound healing, Goliath?"

The mammoth emitted a childlike rumble, tucking a sugarcane stem under his trunk to chew on the sugary goodness; the injured soul seeking comfort.

She hummed in admission to every complaint he had against her, hands gently working against his back before proceeding to where his head met the rest of his body.

"Your neck appears rather plain," she noted, "maybe, we should get you something to wear around it."

Cisne continued working on her comrade, her careful grazes telling him everything her words couldn't, how apologetic and deeply irresponsible she believed herself to be for letting him get hurt like that.

"Esta chicha nunca me escucha (This girl never listens to me)," her mother, as she recognised, prattled from a distance.

Cisne inhaled.

Pressing a gentle kiss in between Goliath's eyes, she headed back to the base, ensuring absolute soundess.

The clan proceeded with their meal once their Chief had settled down, hushed whispers being tossed among the adults while the children showed greater candidness in their approach, chuckling and chattering like the jolliest of all what God had created.

Upon the conclusion of dinner, the clan members retired to their respective shelters and pavilions.

"Ven a dormir (Come to sleep)," Cisne's mother had told her.

But had Goliath slept?

She exhaled.

Untying her raven locks, she ran a hand through them. Then, with retired, lazy steps she dragged her feet towards the woodland edge where the forest met open space.

There, strapped to the eucalyptus was a little girl, her attire modern, her ways uncivilized.

Plucking out the dagger from the bark, Cisne used it to force the troublemaker's chin up.

"Name yourself."

"Ilham Bashir."

A/n

*cutely swallows gajar-ka-halwa*
Can the NCERT people sue me for this?

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