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Worry not!

 Worry not! We are fixing it
 
 
 

 
The Olaseez were known to be brilliant creatures. Their intellect was unimaginable. To give you a reference point, the dumbest of Olaseez would still be seven steps ahead of a Mensa group member.

Amongst one such clique of Olaseez, belonged Steven. 
Steven had had a rough day. To top it off, he entered his shiny, clean lab to see a gross lump at its corner. The lump sat surrounding his favourite golden lamp. The specialty of which was how it was a spherical body suspended mid-air without visible support. Oh, how he had spent days working on its design. And now a disgusting structure was forming on it.

He covered his nose and leaned in closer to have a better look. 
Tiny granules made themselves visible. They seemed green, but there was no saying without a microscope.

As he fetched one from the common area, his fellow mates joined in out of curiosity. Their reactions were identical. Scrunched up noses, taking a step back, muttering “eww” and finally, leaving. Steven on the other hand  was beginning to get mildly fascinated by the structure. Although it undeniably looked like a bunch of fungus on bread, the microscope told a different story.

Steven could see miniature beings inside. There were four-legged creatures with fur on their bodies. Upon using a better lens, he could also see tiny two-legged lives. He rushed to his scientist friends first thing. 
Unfortunately, they all seemed to be occupied with an “important study”, as they framed it.

A bit disappointed, Steven returned home. He tried to sleep but in vain. He couldn’t get the image of what he saw through the microscope out of his head.

Next morning, he showed up at the lab as planned. He had scheduled a meeting with a batch-mate studying microbiology.

Dr. Sean, he was called. Steven walked him through the logistics of his floating luminous sphere project before inquiring about the lump. To his surprise, Dr. Sean was well versed with the case even before Steven had the chance to finish explaining it.

“Yesterday, country’s best scientists were working on a black lump”, said Dr. Sean. The description of its structure perfectly matched. 
Steven asked curiously, “did they suspect life inside?”

“Indeed. Multiple species, in fact. They coined terms for each as well”

“Yeah?! What are they called?”

“Uh Humans and something but never mind that...
They arose and survived due to a lamp malfunction. The lamp is radiating energy uncharacteristically. But worry not, our best Olaseez are at it, it will be fixed soon”


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