CHAPTER 2

Evanescha stopped quite abruptly. There, now I think it will be nice to have a ride. As she was saying it, a bolt wagon appeared. It was not a naïve looking car, rather a sledge without horses with power engines attached to the front. It was just the time the match had commenced. She has literally sorted out everything, Amer thought. Evanescha is the kind of person who makes plans detailing every little situation that there's almost no chance of anything going wrong. When he first heard skimmed through the blueprint, he assumed the woman had something chemically wrong with her brain. Planting 193 podiums as a false charm at Olympus Mons within 90 minutes sounds crazy, even for a young gamer living in the 22nd century. They will not be mounting the Mons instead, Evanescha will use the slope to get to the crater. The path is way more efficient than climbing. As Amer got inside the sledge, an automated voice told them to fasten the seatbelts.

-You ride on these before? Asked Evanescha.

-I can't afford one yet. Amer replied fascinatingly.

-Hang on tight. It goes ten times faster than your regular bol…..

Evanescha couldn't finish her sentence. Her words evaporated with the speed of their ride. It was like Amer was throttled back in his seat, and the cushions were going to swallow him. Something strangled his stomach. He felt he was about to throw up, and fortunately, the bolt stopped.

-We are here. Evanescha announced.

-Already! Amer stumbled while getting down. He looked at the surroundings and exclaimed. Where are we exactly?

Nothing looked out of the ordinary. The same old rocks and brusque red tofts here and there. The ground was steep ahead of them, but no sign of the crater.

-From here, the slope begins. Said Evanescha. We will plant the podiums beneath the crust. Some 8000 meters below.

The boy stared questioningly at her. Evanescha let out a sigh of exasperation. Olympus Mons is a shield volcano; it is built upon divergent boundaries- Plates moving away from each other. Moreover, the crust on Mars doesn't move- it's stationary. She was smirking while distributing the knowledge. Amer felt stupid. Of course, he had read over the surface information about volcanos. He only knows that oceanic plate and continental plate create a divergent boundary for generating volcanos- didn't really attempt complete research about the Mons.

-This is why I tell my apprentices to read. If you are to work with me, you should understand every notion without the effort of me explaining. She made a circle with a rock on the ground.

-I'll remember that. Amer shook his head.

He took out the laser light. Now is his moment. Quite heroically, he pointed the laser to the circle which Evanescha drew in. The benefit of this laser is the soil returns to its previous form after 7.5 minutes. No one can tell the earth has been tampered with.

The soil started to collapse; the edges remained smooth to incorporate their next vehicle- an excavation tube. A round machine with teeth shape organs orchestrated to successfully dig through any adverse planet floor. it is spacious on the inside, about 1 meter both in length and width. The tube is a very basic tool for gamers, so Amer is familiar with it. He offered his tube for doing the work, Evanescha wistfully agreed. The tube is pretty fast, and it digs 300 meters per minute. Inside the tube, it was a trembling sensation. It will take about half an hour to reach their desired point.

Amer felt uncomfortable in deep silence. His eyes moved at Evaneschas' hand, her soft glowing skin, nails that were natural coffin shape with big, pointed edges. He suddenly realized that her fingers were exquisite. Her second good feature would be the lips. The lower one much pouty and plumped than the upper one. She is much aware of the exceptionality and maybe wears dark lipstick to illustrate that. Amer knows men who die to bite on that lips, and squeeze on those breasts, and maybe….

He controls the commotion of his thoughts. If he keeps on thinking like that, the mind reader might give him away any day. The mind reader was the most controversial invention of the 22nd century. It was given to few people for trial, and Evanescha was one of them. The government banned the production of mind readers within few days after launch. But he assumed Evanescha still has the one given to her.

-I heard you have a mind reader.

Evanescha looked at him and fixed her eyes to the front, ignoring the inquiry.

-I wouldn't tell upon you, don't worry. Just curious how it works.

-Exactly how many rumors have you heard about me?

-A few…. a few, dozen.

-Gosh! That must be exciting. Tell me.

-Well, for one, in our forum, everyone says that your father was a farmer.

-Is that so abnormal?

- Yes, Amer smirked. I mean, that sort of thing doesn't exist anymore. And how can you farm when you don't have land?

-My father owned land. He grew vegetables, potatoes, brinjals, pumpkins. We never bought this stuff from the market. Never had to.

-Incredible! How did your father learn those things?

-Passed down from my grandfather, perhaps. You should add it into the forum that my ancestors were, in fact, all farmers. However, my father's land was possessed by the government after his death.

Of course, in the 22nd century, land automatically turns into the government after death of the owner. There is a scarcity of land on earth. Personal possessions can't pass down to generations.

-Is it why you desperately want land? To grow vegetables?

-Hey, you ask a lot of questions.

-How come your father owned land?

-The mind reader translates your emotions, the emotions behind your thoughts. That way you know what a person is feeling. Intimate, scared, romantic, sad, happy, you name it. The person who was behind the idea of mind reader knew that there were a lot of different languages in the world. If you don't know Russian, you can never know what a Russian is saying in his mind. They wanted to add a translation machine, but the human rights foundation imposed a veto against it. Anyway, you don't need a device to read people's emotions. You feel it just by looking at them.

So don't worry about that. It's not as wonderful as you think it is.

They fell silent again. Not the uncomfortable silence, a sad silence.

-The plot is really convincing. We will make a mark this time. Don't worry. Amer tried assuring her.

-Who's worrying, kid? Evanescha smirked.

If the false charm works, it will be legendary, Amer thought. This is not something mere establishing a false lead. Evenescha's plan was masterful. In the electronic podiums, they were placing brains, stuffed human brains.

Not real human brains obviously carefully crafted 3D printed replicas. The objective was to make everyone baffle with the proof of human civilization. The podiums were protected by a code that could only be enciphered with the Binomial distribution in a pascal triangle. The unique figure for the distribution was autonomously chosen by peri peri chatbot. The chatbot mainly answered queries to various planetary-related calculations. Peri Peri chatbot is used for educational purposes, telling density of a moon, atmospheric co2 levels, and every other data. To dismantle the electrical podiums for studying the brains, they will have to input the correct binomial figure. By the time they discover that the brains were fake, team Antares will have done its' work.

- Two minutes to go. Is the teleportation system ready? Evanescha asked.

-Ready. Replied Amer, dazzled by the remembrance of how resourceful she is!

The alpha teleporters are considerably junk nowadays. They were used primarily in delivery services, distributing products and goods without manual enforcement. It has pretty keen technology. As everyone knows, teleportation requires the de-assemble and re-assemble of material in two points with the correct and appropriate measurement of information. Alpha teleporters were built to have limited data for teleportation. It won't work if the amount of data exceeds its allowing limit, 10 million gigabytes. The prospective 193 small podiums for their mission cumulates the 10 million gigabytes perfectly, not a byte less, not more. Shows her dexterity. The alpha teleporter delivery system is inactivated. Evanescha discovered an old factory and had connivance with a former worker.

An automatic voice spoke through the speaker. "Arrived at the destination point". The lid of the tube opened, and Amer poked his head out.

-We have precisely 10 minutes to finish the work here. Evanescha warned.

Amer is well aware of that. Getting down this deep of the ground wasn't much of a problem. Laying a supposedly super impossible idea was not difficult either. The real challenge is in the next ten minutes. The excavation tube has made way deep below the surface, but the surrounding ground remained intact. Installing the pods will demand replacement of the rocky soil, which too needed to be done suppositionally, so archaeologists find those as ancient relics. First, they will need to make space to place the podiums, not disturbing the soil. The podiums should be entombed within, so it won't look artificial. The layers of the soil will be exactly as they were before the intrusion. Evanescha thought for days to figure out how this should be done. She, at last, came up with something that did not fully satisfy even her. But it had a 70 percent chance of succeeding. She was hopeful that should be enough.

Archeologists use high-frequency differential GPS for discovering primitive treasure. Using the same tool, seceded spots for placing the podiums had to be ascertained. They will be directly teleported to the designated location once the setting is in favor. The podiums couldn't just be scattered in random points. In conglomeration, disruption to the balance of the soil is much less likely to happen. Choosing 193 spots in ten minutes was tedious for the mind and body. Evanescha again picked a solution through math. Fariha was in charge of designing the podiums, and suddenly she asked her to make them in sphere shapes. Said she will be arranging the spheres in eight-dimensional hyper-reality. Another level of fabrication! Of course, spheres pack the best in the eighth dimension. And only in SuperSpace games, players use extra-dimensional hyper-realism. In the physical world, the authority will only see it as the work of some unknown super-intelligent species.

Amer was tuning his GPS nob for a perfect signal. Finding out where the soil was less eroded for horizontal placement. He moved in a circle inside the excavation tube, but the GPS refused to give proper co-ordinate.

-Would you like me to try? Evanescha asked impatiently.

-I got this. Said Amer. He was praying to the Almighty to save his honor, expelling inadvertencies. Everyone knew Amer was good with devices.

He pressed his lips tightly to concentrate.

-You will bite them off. Evanescha casually said.

-If that helps in finding a room for our charms…

A slow beep started pouring from the GPS. Found it, Amer said with a smiling face and relief. 138.5 degrees east, only 12 feet ahead.

-Give me the alpha. He held out one hand towards Evanescha.

Evanescha took out the teleporter from the side pocket of her suit.

Alpha teleporter is box-shaped and runs on holographic voice command.

It was already loaded with information about the podiums. Amer uploaded the location and asked the teleporter to start the work. Ten small dots appeared before them. The first one turned green. A signal that teleportation has begun. Amer and Evanescha almost forgot to breathe as they watched every dot proceeding to light.

- six…seven…eight… Amer began counting.

-Nine… They both said and waited.

Ten took a long time to arrive, hypothetically. But when it did, both burst into laughter, embraced each other joyfully, and released the next moment.

-Great! We are running 23 seconds late. Evanescha said, embarrassed.

-It's done me, lady. I will take you to the surface.