The lost DNA 2050

By Kava Kamz

Mix of Indian Mythology and Science We, the Homo sapiens, are uninformed of the mysterious history which our early ancestors lived through for millions of years. The characters of this novel, including an investigative journalist, anthropologist, brain and neurology professor, physical research head, space scientist, archaeologist, cancer specialist and siddha scientists, will lead you along the unimaginable hidden secrets of our world which are set to happen in the near future. More than half of this novel is set in 2050, where you will be astonished by the modern technology and the evolution of life. The love, friendship, trust, hate, betrayal and greed of the characters depict the reality of human nature. So get ready for a fascinating science fiction story! Welcome to the future!

• Language: Kannada
• Publisher: Pustaka Digital Media
• Release date: Nov 27, 2021
• ISBN: 6580548007716

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The lost DNA 2050

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual person living or dead, events and locales is entirely coincidental.

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To

Lakshmi Iyer

for sowing the seed of this story in me

Dr. Suganthi Senrayan (Siddha)

for guiding me in the right path

Author’s Note

When was the last time you observed the sky, the stars, and the world beyond them? Just hold on your fast-moving digital life and hectic bustling schedule for a minute. Freezeout the entire world, your family, friends, boss, EMI, school fees, corona, everything. What flashes across your mind? If it is the gorgeous young lady/man from the neighboring house or your ex or crush, please shift delete it. Feel yourself alone in this world. Think once about the planet Earth, the galaxy, and the universe. You can appreciate how small we are, and so are our cute little problems. You will get an idea of why I am voicing all these after reading the novel. For now, I owe my debt of gratitude to the following:

This era of the 21st century where we have mind-blowing technology support to reach out and send our thoughts to the whole world. I doubt if I could do the same if I had been born some hundred years back.

India, a democratic country where I have complete freedom to write my own beliefs, ideologies, and concepts.

The inner me which can enter magical worlds, set norms as to how it feels, is free to follow its own emotions and can cry, love, hate, laugh, share any stupid thoughts through the characters and be the God of my little worlds, my novels.

My school friends, college friends, sankalpites, and the community I am living in, neighbors, relatives, and my family who persistently tolerate my craziness and terrible blunders.

And finally, a special heartfelt thanks to all the strangers, readers, reviewers, wellwishers, friends and families who have taken the tough decision to read this novel 

Chapter 1

9 December 2050

Cryonics Research Centre

Coimbatore

‘Lakshmi’ was placed in a room where the walls were covered with LED screens. The screen to her right was arrayed with her childhood photos, which swapped repeatedly, while the other three sides immersed her pale skin with bright blue light, but her exquisite eyes remained closed from unconquerable tiredness.

After about what seemed to be three hours to her, Lakshmi leisurely opened her beautiful eyes. She raised her head and found bright stars sparkling in the ceiling. At once, her cerebrum started working hastily; she conjectured that it couldn’t be real.

Involuntarily, her lips murmured ‘I… I… I was dead!’ She sat up instantly, trembling with confusion. As she tried to regain her senses properly, the paper-thin cloth, which covered her naked body, slithered off, baring her breasts unexpectedly. Only then did she realize that she was completely naked. Her hands involuntarily clasped the cloth and covered her chest with it. She was perspiring heavily. While panting with nervousness, she took a glance around her, inspecting her surroundings.

The room was desolate. About a foot away, there was a tiny green table perhaps made up of iron or aluminum hovering 3 feet above the ground. On top of that was laid a 4 cm tall doll in a purple frock. On the spur of the moment, she leaned over and scanned below the bed she was lying on. Astonishingly, there were no legs for the bed, and it was hovering above the ground. In no time, she elucidated herself that she was sitting on a ‘magnetic floating bed.’

‘The magnetic floating bed generates a magnetic field, which in turn creates an eddy current, which then creates another opposing magnetic field. These magnetic fields repel each other against a copper hover park fitted below the floor, which makes the bed lift.’ She vaguely remembered the video, but the audio to which she had listened to almost 100 times for her school project seemed to be playing repeatedly in her head.

She was astonished by the fact that the fictional things, which she had learned during her childhood, had become true now.

Has the world changed? Have I been in a coma for years?

Her brooding about her present situation gave her a headache. She slowly lifted her right hand to the right side of her head and thumbed evenly. The result was gratifying and after some seconds, she lowered her hand. Instantly, her hand went up again and rubbed the top of the head. She gasped as she realized that she was bald. In utter disbelief, she started gazing at the photos changing on the screen to her right. It was showing photos of her, which she had never seen.

Where am I? Who brought me here? I remember very well that I was diagnosed with cancer and was in the hospital for so many months and, analyzing the situation, I can only think that I must have died!

While her brain was engulfed in these thoughts, she noticed something bothering her in her right wrist. She examined the bulging area and was horrified to find that there was a microchip implanted right below the skin. Rapidly, she scanned her whole body. She found that she was completely shaven – including her eyebrows and the body was smeared with some odorless oil.

Somebody must have laid me here naked and covered me with some unknown nasty oil...Ugh!!

The thought made her tremble. The feeling that her body was no longer under her control made her feel abhorrence for it.

Lakshmi started thinking hard. She was now confident that she had died. She suspected that somebody was using her for their medical experiments, but how and why she had no idea.

Making a decision, she got down from the bed. She tied that paper-thin cloth around her chest. The other end of the cloth touched her knees, thus concealing her private parts.

She looked around, searching for a way to escape from the room. She surveyed the LED screens on all sides but was unable to find a door. Her heart was filled with grief. With no other choice, she went back and sat on the bed. One of the photos from the right-hand screen got her attention. In that photo, Lakshmi and her mom were having a mom-and-daughter moment where Lakshmi was biting her mom’s nose naughtily. In a moment, all the agony she had been holding in burst out in the form of tears.

‘M…ma….’ At the same time her voice broke with distress, the left wall changed its blue color to white. Now, a blue door could be seen in the middle of the white screen. Lakshmi took a deep breath and approached the door curiously. There was no handle attached to it. She pushed the door with her right palm and it opened.

Draped in basically nothing but a thin paper cloth and full of fear, she looked through the doorway. There was no sign of anyone. She moved step by step, leaving the first room, and closed the door without the slightest screech.

This was a big, empty room. There were three similar doors without handles. She assumed that one of the doors would lead her outside.

She crept towards the nearest door. Tightly holding her draped cloth in her left hand with fear, she pushed the door with a trembling right hand. It was entirely dark. Controlling her enormous fear, she entered another room, and the door behind her closed automatically with a click.

Almost immediately, the room was lit. Lakshmi could hear her own pounding heart. She searched for the source of light all over the ceiling, but the light was coming from the LED screen to her right.

She steadied herself and explored the room. There was a huge tube connected to the bottom of the right-hand wall. The tube protruded through the wall to the other side. This end of the tube went into an 8 feet wide box made of aluminum-like metal. She guessed that something would be sent from the other side of the room to that box through the tube.

As she was standing near the wall, she was unable to look into the box. She moved towards the front end of the box. The box was 5 feet high with a glass cover attached to the top-front portion. She was intrigued to find what was inside. She glanced around once and surveyed inside the box through the glass cover.

After seeing a man, she was thrown backward as though she suffered an electric shock, hit the wall, and fell. Startled, she got up shivering and ran towards the door. She banged the door with her fists. She wanted to shout ‘open the door,’ but the words won’t come out.

She was breathing hard. In her panic, she had forgotten to notice that the cloth, which had covered her had fallen off somewhere near the wall.

Before she had time to recover herself, she heard a strident male voice saying, ‘Body 100048 is perfectly naked and ready.’

She was shocked and rushed to get the cloth. She wrapped it around her quickly and scanned around her. She was suffocating. While her heart was beating rapidly, she heard the same man's voice again.

‘Body 100048 has been given an ice bath and is ready for artificial blood circulation.’

Lakshmi held her chest with both hands and took a deep breath. She remembered the corpse she had seen inside the box a few minutes back and was even more frightened. She mustered all her courage, moved towards the box, and looked inside again. Now the corpse was looking like a naked man taking a power nap.

Inside the glass cover, a small rod attached to a pump extended and stood exactly above its chest. The spongy plate coming through the pump started pressing its heart in the same rhythm as that of a normal heartbeat. The corpse’s heart started pumping again.

The scene left Lakshmi flabbergasted and she was gazing at it with her eyes wide open.

‘To protect the damage of the body during vitrification, it is filled with cryoprotectant.’

As soon as the automated voice announced this, small tubes supported by other rods were automatically inserted in the aorta and the other arteries, and the cryoprotectant was injected. More tubes sucked the blood from the body. Gradually, the blood in the corpse was completely replaced by the cryoprotectant. The pump was still pressing the heart in the same rhythm, distributing the cryoprotectant throughout the corpse.

‘The concentration of the cryoprotectant is to be increased progressively in Body 100048 for the next 2 hours.’

Immediately after the voice was heard, the white screen turned black and the room was pitch-black.

Lakshmi, who had been fully engaged in contemplating the procedures, now became flooded with fear again. Even breathing was difficult. Her brain started thinking about what to do next.

Settling on a plan, she went to the door and pushed it hesitantly. The door opened. She smiled at herself for having knocked on the door previously in terror and forgetting to push.

She walked out of the room without a hurry and through the next door with a little more confidence. There was another box similar to the one she had seen in the first room. She went alongside it and noticed that the box was completely closed.

If I am right, now this box has to be circulated with nitrogen gas to keep the body inside at minus 124 degrees Celsius.

Keeping her index finger on her lips and with deep thinking, she examined the box.

As she had envisaged, she found a large container with a tag ‘Nitrogen gas’ connected to the box through a pipe.

Contentedly, she glanced around for a short time and left the room.

My mom, being a scientist, would have preserved me using cryonics technology, believing that someday I could be resurrected. I don’t know how long I have been vitrified. Is my mom still alive? If she is, then she wouldn’t have left me alone… so... no… no... it can’t be. I should have died in 2020. In which year am I living?

Lakshmi was bewildered by her thoughts.

After drowning in her thoughts for a few minutes, she went bravely through the last door.

Lakshmi was expecting some hundreds of cylindrical structures in the room, but to her astonishment, there were thousands of fully closed drums, each more than 8 feet in height.

She went near the drums, dazed. Each drum contained a body held upside down, soaked in liquid nitrogen to maintain the temperature at minus 196 degrees Celsius. On the outside of the drums she was nearest to, she was able to find the name of the body, date of death, and number:

Kannan

12 March 2035

Body 700100

Jersey

4 August 2043

Body 923099

She felt woozy and was nervous even to think about the decade she was living in.

Among the thousands of cylinders, some hundred were kept separately, and looked different from the others. She went close and surveyed the tags. They had names like Amitabh, Milkha Singh, Manmohan Singh, Jesudas, Latha Mangeshkar, Dharmendra, and Balasubramanium along with their respective death dates.

Lakshmi was unable to believe her own eyes. Whatever is happening; is it true? Without resurrecting all these big shots, why did they bring back an ordinary scientist's daughter? Or was I resurrected accidentally while testing any new medicines? She was not able to answer the questions she asked herself.

She calmed herself, reasoning that whoever had given her life would come to find her. She scanned the entire room and concluded that there was no way out. With no other choice, she went back to her original room and sat on the bed.

Instantly, she heard a mild, sweet voice, saying:

‘Blood pressure 120/78

Heartbeat 70 beats/minute

Blood sugar level 3.6 - 5.8 mmol/liter

Cerebrum….’

As the voice was rattling on, she investigated the area for the source. The tiny lavender doll was reading the medical report.

‘Hello.’ When Lakshmi spoke, the doll raised its head and looked at her.

‘Body 48335, I am very sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I am your doctor.’

‘What!’ She said in a surprised voice. Lakshmi found it difficult to believe that the doll was talking.

‘I am a robot. You can call me 'Miya'.’

Still hardly believing her eyes, she went close and took it by the hands. It was gorgeous.

It was glowing like a marble. It was wearing a violet top and the same color striped bottoms. Hands, legs, fingers, nose, eyes, face everything resembled a real girl. Even its voice was indistinguishable from a girl's voice. Lakshmi was grinning with joy. She took it in her hands, placed it on the bed, and sat next to it.

‘Up until now, I have been scared to death; why have you not opened your mouth before?’

‘Oh… ya… I was in sleeping mode.’ Miya smiled with a blush.

Lakshmi was happy about getting a new friend.

‘What happened to me? How did I come here? Who are you? Who made you? Tell me everything, right now!’ Lakshmi interrogated it with a bunch of questions.

Miya, ‘Body 48355, you are…’

Lakshmi interrupted, saying, ‘What is that, ‘body 48355? I just hate it. My name is Lakshmi,’ and winked at her. Although she was bald and without eyebrows, she looked stunning; just like a Barbie doll whose hair had been shredded by a mischievous child.

‘Storing the request!’ Miya grinned with her tiny lips and continued, ‘Lakshmi, you died in 2020. Your friend Robert brought you here. You were vitrified by Cryonics technology here, where you stayed for many years. Only 10 years back, scientists found a cure for your cancer. As there was a lack of resurrection technology, it took many years more to resurrect you, and now you are alive talking to me!’

A pain began in her stomach and worked its way up to her throat.

Swallowing her fear, she queried, ‘so… so… whi… which year is this?’

‘December 2050!’ a flinty voice