Beginning by Aditya Bidikar
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SUMMARY: This is a very early story of mine (about 1999), influenced by the small stories of Fredric Brown and Arthur C. Clarke.The three creatures entered the room. One of them bore a small torch that burned blue. The circular room was dark.
The Wise One came forward. It gestured with two of its hands, and the disciple passed the torch. The Wise One held it near the small box. The box was very ordinary. Wrought in the image of Their Highness the Dual Kings of the World Jkark, as was the protocol.
The inventor had said the contents of the box, which had been given him by his father, would do something big, but were very small. In fact, what was in it couldn't be seen, it was hidden. So he had told the Wise One to do the needful. Because if something went wrong, the Wise One couldn't be punished. After all, it was immortal. And how could one punish an immortal creature?
The inventor stood well back. The disciple stepped out of the room. If things went wrong, he would like to be safe. He hadn't reckoned what the contents of the box were.
The Wise One opened the box. It could see nothing inside. It brought the torch close to the box. Still nothing. It brought out a mirror from its robes, and held it over the box. The mirror reflected the light into the box. There was a flash of light, and a huge explosion, that killed the two mortals, and threw the Wise One far out.
For the next few billion years, the Wise One, floating in nothing, watched the Big Bang, and thought how wrong things had gone.
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