pragya_Jain

The Immortal Consciousness

Aarav's molecules stretched, twisted, and then— BANG!

He landed face-first onto a hard surface. "Ow! Vidyut, remind me to install a cushion next time."

"Noted. Also, welcome to your new location."

Aarav looked around. He was no longer in Lab 09. The air smelled of rain and burning metal. It was an abandoned city.

A voice echoed. "You were expected, Minister Sinha."

Aarav's stomach dropped. "Oh great, now I'm hearing voices. What's next? A talking cow?"

A mechanical laugh followed. "No, but close. Meet your new guide."

Aarav turned—and found himself staring at a robot wearing a saffron kurta and sporting a mustache.

"Namaste," the robot said. "Call me Chaturbot. I make chai, analyze data, and tell bad jokes. Also, you're in grave danger."

Aarav groaned. "Perfect. Just what I needed—a robotic stand-up comedian in a dystopian nightmare."

He had no idea what was coming next