Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Fall of a Genius
The lab hummed with the steady, calm beat of advancement. Dr. Ashwin Rao stood in front of his most recent masterpiece, the result of years of nonstop research and restless nights, surrounded by displays showing intricate data. He was proud of himself and exhausted at the same time as he gazed at the almost finished machine suit in front of him. Standing higher than any man, its sleek metallic armor glinted beneath the antiseptic laboratory lights—a wonder of engineering. It represented strength, optimism, and the endeavors of his life.
Still, there was a lot of tension in the room. He was aware that the approaching threat will soon eclipse this moment of victory. Unaware of the potential benefits his idea may have, the government had issued many cautions. They saw the suit as a menace, as a weapon too strong for one person to hold. But Ashwin hadn't intended for it to be destroyed. He had thought of it as a way to defend, to stop battles before they started instead of starting them.
The gentle buzz of machinery and the clinking of metal abruptly stopped when the lab door swung open. Dr. Rao's emotions fell. He knew immediately who had arrived without having to look around. The sound of military boots reverberated across the clean white chamber, carrying with it the odour of treachery.
A harsh voice interrupted the din of machinery, "Dr. Rao." "Remove yourself from the suit."
Gradually, Ashwin turned to face Colonel Kaul, the man assigned to silence him, and met his icy gaze. The Colonel, surrounded by men in somber uniforms, showed no sympathy or understanding for the genius standing in front of them.
With a stern but desperate tone, Ashwin said, "You don't understand what you're doing." Not only is this outfit a weapon. It's a weapon that has the power to stop violence and save lives.
With a tone full of contempt, Colonel Kaul cut in, "Spare me the speech, Doctor." "After reviewing your findings, the government has reached a final decision. The risk this initiative poses to national security is too significant. Something of this size cannot be allowed to remain in private hands.
Ashwin felt a wave of rage come over him. "Defense of the nation? You're fearing the present and thereby damning the future. Everything may alter with this costume!
Colonel Kaul's face did not change. "Your research will be taken away right away. We're going to use force, so get down.
Ashwin's gaze briefly shifted to the dead mechanical suit looming over the men in his rear. He reflected on the years he had dedicated to this endeavor, the hardships he had endured, and his desire for his creation to serve as a harbinger of advancement. Subsequently, he contemplated Arjun, his kid, who was only an adolescent, seeing from the upper observation deck.
Ashwin's tone became sterner. "I refuse to allow you to destroy all of my hard work."
The only sound in the room other than the tight silence was the clanking sound of weapons being prepared. With icy looks on their faces, the soldiers leveled their weapons at him and disengaged.
Chaos broke out before Ashwin could respond. As they started to deconstruct what he had made, soldiers flooded the lab, shoveling past him, pulling wires from devices, and grabbing files and data. When Ashwin tried to shove them back, they shoved him back.
"No!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pain as a soldier tore the machine suit's main control panel off of it, sending sparks flying and the suit shutting down. "You're not doing this right!"
Colonel Kaul moved forward, his gaze solemn and foreboding. "Dr. Rao, we're safeguarding the future."
Suddenly, a spark from a broken cable caused a small explosion. Although it wasn't a big explosion, it was enough to send equipment flying in the little lab. The troops swooped to safety, However, Ashwin was sucked into the shockwave since he was nearest to the source. He was hurled into the machine suit's rigid metal frame.
Young Arjun, with his tiny fingers holding the observation deck railing, stared in fear from above. The contraption his father had laboriously constructed lay with his crushed form at its base. His head wound leaked blood, leaving the lab's immaculate white floor stained.
"No... no!" Arjun let out a scream that reverberated across the room. Tears were streaming down his face and his heart was thumping in his chest; it seemed like a nightmare he would never wake up from. Though his legs prevented him from running down to shake his father awake, he was immobile.
After picking himself up, Colonel Kaul turned to face his soldiers after taking a quick look at Ashwin's still image. "Protect the area." This is it for us.
The soldiers did not notice the guy they had come to subjugate lying motionless in the ground as they proceeded with clinical precision. They saw this as just another operation, another target taken out of the picture.
It was the turning point in Arjun's life.
The world around Arjun appeared to dissolve as the troops packed up their gear and headed off. The lab had been a hub for invention and promise, but now it was a cemetery for dashed hopes. He was only able to hear the quiet hum of the machines, which continued to operate without realizing that their creator had left them.
The weight of everything that had happened to him had immobilized him as he stood there. His father was no longer with him; he had taught him to dream large and that anything was achievable with enough willpower. In addition to passing away, he had also been deceived by those he had trusted to carry him through to the idealized future he had in mind.
Arjun's tears stopped, but his chest's heat became hotter. This was no mishap. This was homicide. The government had seized all of his father's possessions, including his life, legacy, and output. They would now have to pay.
Arjun stood on the viewing deck by himself and vowed. He was going to get his dad back. He was going to get back what was taken. And he would use that very gadget to bring the entire globe to its knees; they were afraid.
The seeds of retaliation were already in place. They would eventually develop into an unstoppable force.
The world outside continued on, oblivious to the storm that had just begun. Arjun, though, had an easy route ahead of him.
There would be justice, and it would come from cold, uncompromising metal.
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