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(Page 3 of 8) The lost feeling by Siva VgDo you want to stop them all? Lets continue to investigate this one anomaly. We will not stop anything. Our travel methods are safe and a very well maintained process. And besides, you must know this too, the unstable state of the black hole is only for the two travelers and is an instance or time slice that has passed already for us.", Ragav was irritated at the question. Being a commander of the station he reacted to situations very fast and seemed like a perennially irritant perfectionist. Joe walked away silently, he knew better than to argue. They were on a space station at the edge of Andromeda's biggest black hole. All travelers reached one such station before going to their destination, this station was actually one of the routers in-between, matching up again and sending the packets of travelers to the right destinations. Travelers would be teleported up till this point,station beyond which the black hole took over. Teleportation worked up to a certain large number of miles, light year traversals required the black hole.
"I just alerted our emergency recovery and response unit, gave the details of the accident to them. Seems like one of the travelers was a Travelion!", Joe informed Ragav.
"Really. What is his name and where was he stationed?",Ragav.
"I will let you know as soon as I get that info!", Joe.
The light was bright and harsh, it seemed like the purest of serene light. She stood there in the midst of a garden. There was an almost palpable joy to the air. Nameless creatures were bouncing , jumping, grazing, necking around. She stood there mesmerized. The lone waterfall, the rivulet joining a bigger stream, the sprinkle of grass stitched to land like velvety carpet. Poets would need very little imagination writing this ambiance. Indeed an imaginary, fantasy world that could exist only in dreams, but this seemed real. She seemed to wonder, 'Was I not inside a capsule!' It took her awhile before she noticed him. He seemed invisible, indeed he had tried very hard to blend to the background to seem that. She was wearing a pure white gown, he was wearing a simple, white on white shirt and slacks, the garments seemed to have changed from what they were wearing before.
"Did we not sit inside a capsule together?", Vidya inquired
He was pondering on something a while as if fearful of speaking his first words to her.
"Yes we were", he at last spoke them and felt an odd relief, a nervous joy.
"What happened? What is this place?", Vidya.
This question put him in a quandary between feigning innocence and truth.
"This place is Bhoomi.", he went with not lying, avoiding the entire truth.
She jogged her memory as if scanning for the utterance, meaning, significance of the word Bhoomi, it had no significance for her.
"What is Bhoomi?", Vidya.
"Bhoomi is my forgotten planet that is created in black holes", he made a camouflaged sentence, hiding a lot of truth.
She seemed to ponder on rejecting or accepting this knowledge. All knowledge were judged on some basic criterion before they were committed to or rejected from memory.
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