Chapter 15 - Mother's Love

A hundred years after the celestial ream's chaos, the world has transformed in remarkable ways. Celestial Society has rebuilt itself, incorporating lessons from the tumultuous past to forge a more resilient and harmonious existence. 

Technological advancements have surged forward, propelled by the need for innovation and progress. Humanity has reached new frontiers in space exploration, harnessing the power of the celestial realm for scientific discovery and exploration. Colonies on distant planets and moons have become a reality, expanding the reach of civilization beyond Earth. Cultural exchange has flourished, as people from different backgrounds come together to celebrate diversity and shared humanity. 

Humanity has made significant strides in exploring and colonizing the cosmos. Advanced propulsion systems, such as fusion and antimatter drives, have enabled faster-than-ever travel to distant stars and planets. Robotic probes and autonomous spacecraft continuously explore the depths of space, uncovering new celestial phenomena and potential habitats for colonization. AI has become deeply integrated into everyday life, powering everything from virtual assistants to autonomous vehicles. Robotics technology has advanced to the point where robots are commonplace in industries such as manufacturing, healthcare, and even household chores. Breakthroughs in biotechnology have revolutionized healthcare. Gene editing techniques like CRISPR-Cas9 offer unprecedented precision in treating genetic diseases, while advancements in regenerative medicine have enabled the growth of organs and tissues for transplantation. Personalized medicine tailored to individuals' genetic profiles has become the norm, leading to more effective treatments and improved patient outcomes. The transition to renewable energy sources has accelerated, driven by environmental concerns and technological innovation. Solar, wind, and geothermal power generation have become cheaper and more efficient, gradually replacing fossil fuels as the primary sources of energy. Energy storage technologies, such as advanced batteries and hydrogen fuel cells, have mitigated the intermittency issues associated with renewable energy, enabling a more reliable and sustainable grid.

Virtual and augmented reality technologies have transformed entertainment, education, and various industries. Immersive VR experiences allow users to explore virtual worlds, interact with digital objects, and collaborate with others remotely. Augmented reality overlays digital information onto the physical world, enhancing productivity and enriching user experiences in fields like manufacturing, architecture, and retail. Quantum computing has emerged as a game-changer in computational power. Quantum computers leverage the principles of quantum mechanics to perform calculations exponentially faster than classical computers, unlocking new possibilities in cryptography, optimization, and simulation. Overall, the technological advancements of the past century have reshaped society in profound ways, offering both unprecedented opportunities and ethical challenges. As humanity continues to navigate the complexities of an increasingly interconnected world, innovation remains a driving force in shaping the future of civilization. 

As the evening descends upon Mumbai, the bustling streets are alive with activity. Amidst the throngs of people, a young boy dashes through the crowd with a sense of urgency etched on his face. He weaves through the busy sidewalks, narrowly avoiding collisions as he races towards his destination. Suddenly, fate intervenes as he collides with another person, causing his belongings to scatter onto the pavement. Without missing a beat, the boy swiftly gathers his things, his heart pounding with adrenaline. Time is of the essence, and he knows he can't afford to waste a single moment. With his belongings secured, he presses on, his determination unwavering. Finally, he reaches the air taxi stand, where a line of vehicles awaits passengers. Spotting an available taxi, he signals to the driver, his urgency evident. The boy settles into the air taxi that swiftly lifts off the ground and glides through the city skyline. He breathes a sigh of relief as the vehicle ascends into the air, soaring above the bustling streets below.

With a sense of urgency still pulsing through his veins, he leans forward and instructs the driver to take him to the city hospital. The driver nods in understanding, adjusting the flight path accordingly to navigate through the Ultimate urban landscape towards their destination. As the air taxi speeds through the skies, the boy's mind races with thoughts of the person he's rushing to see at the hospital. With a swift command to his mobile device, the boy initiates a transaction to pay the fare to the driver's account. With the seamless exchange complete, the boy nods in appreciation to the driver before hurrying into the hospital. As he disappears into the hospital's corridors, the air taxi lifts off once again, disappearing into the twilight sky, ready to serve its next passenger in the bustling city of Mumbai.

Spotting an AI interface mounted on the wall, he approaches and addresses it with urgency.

"Excuse me," he begins, his voice slightly breathless, "can you direct me to room 23?"

The AI, equipped with advanced voice recognition and natural language processing capabilities, responds promptly in a calm and reassuring tone.

"Certainly," it says. "Room 23 is located on the third floor, east wing. Please proceed down this corridor, take the elevator to the third floor, and follow the signs to the east wing. You'll find room 23 on your left." With each step, his sense of urgency grows stronger, driving him forward with determination as he navigates the maze-like corridors of the hospital. Finally, he reaches the elevator and summons it by commanding to take him to 3rd floor. Within few seconds the boy was on the 3rd floor and rushes towards the room number 23.Reaching the door, he pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts before pushing it open and stepping inside.

As the boy steps into the room, Several robots stand at attention, each equipped with an array of medical tools and equipment. Their mechanical precision and efficiency are evident as they move about the room, monitoring the vital signs of the patient lying on the fully equipped bed.

Meanwhile, he sees live feed of a doctor conducting a medical check from a remote location. Despite being miles away, the doctor appears engaged and focused, interacting with the patient as if they were in the same room using hologram and other advance technologies.

The boy's heart skips a beat as he rushes to the side of the bed and addresses the elderly woman lying there.

"MOM," he exclaims, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and concern.

The woman's eyes flutter open, and a soft smile spreads across her face as she recognizes her son standing before her.

"Rohan !," she replies, her voice gentle and filled with love. "You made it."

Rohan nods, his eyes welling with tears as he takes her hand in his own.

"I'm here, Mom," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm here now."

Rohan turns his attention to the hologram projection of the doctor who is overseeing his mother's medical care from a remote location.

"Doctor," Rohan begins, his voice tinged with concern, "how is my mother's condition?"

Rohan nods in acknowledgment as the holographic doctor requests him to step outside for a moment. He gently squeezes his mother's hand, offering her a reassuring smile before turning to follow the doctor out of the room.

As they step into the hallway, Rohan's eyes are filled with anticipation, wondering what the doctor might have to discuss with him.

"Is everything alright, Doctor?" Rohan asks, his voice laced with concern.

The holographic projection of the doctor nods, his expression serious yet compassionate.

"I wanted to speak with you privately about your mother's condition," the doctor begins. 

Rohan's heart sinks as the doctor delivers the news about his mother's condition. He feels a wave of shock and sadness wash over him, struggling to process the gravity of the situation.

"I... I don't know what to say," Rohan responds, his voice trembling with emotion. "How... how serious is it?"

The holographic projection of the doctor sighs, his expression reflecting the weight of the news he's just delivered.

"I won't sugarcoat it, Rohan," the doctor says, his tone somber. "Your mother's condition is quite serious. She has developed a rare form of cancer, characterized by mutated cells causing the formation of tumors in her head."

Rohan takes a deep breath, steeling himself to ask the doctor about advanced treatment options for his mother's condition. He knows that in the rapidly evolving field of medicine, there may be cutting-edge therapies that offer hope where traditional treatments fall short.

"Doctor," Rohan begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil within, "are there any advanced treatments or experimental therapies available for my mother's condition?"

Rohan's heart sank as the doctor's words painted a bleak picture of his mother's condition. The doctor's explanation was stark and unforgiving: the cancer cells were multiplying at an alarming rate, seemingly unstoppable. Every attempt to halt their growth only seemed to fuel their proliferation, leading to the rapid formation of tumors. It was a vicious cycle, one that threatened his mother's life with each passing moment.

"I understand," Rohan managed to utter, his voice betraying the weight of his emotions. "But what can we do? Is there any way to fight this?"

The holographic projection of the doctor regarded him with a solemn expression, the gravity of the situation reflected in his eyes.

"At this stage," the doctor explained, his tone measured yet compassionate, "our focus will be on managing your mother's symptoms and maximizing her comfort. We'll explore all available treatment options, but I must be honest with you—this is a critical condition, and the prognosis may be challenging."

With a heavy heart, Rohan looked to the holographic projection of the doctor, his eyes reflecting a mix of desperation and determination.

"Please," he implored, his voice quivering with emotion, "do whatever you can to save my mom."

The doctor met Rohan's gaze with a sense of empathy, understanding the weight of the request.

"We will do everything within our power," the doctor assured him, his voice gentle yet resolute. "We'll explore every treatment option, leave no stone unturned in our efforts to fight this."

Rohan's heart skipped a beat as the doctor delivered the news of an imminent surgery. Despite the suddenness of the decision, he knew that time was of the essence in the battle against his mother's aggressive cancer.

"Today?" Rohan repeated, his voice tinged with urgency.

The holographic projection of the doctor nodded solemnly, confirming the urgency of the situation.

"Yes, today," the doctor affirmed. "Given the rapid progression of your mother's condition, we need to act swiftly to remove the tumor and alleviate the pressure on her brain."

Rohan's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a glimmer of hope. He knew that the surgery would be risky, but it was their best chance at saving his mother's life.

Rohan's heart sank as the doctor delivered the grim news, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air. He struggled to process the harsh reality of the situation, grappling with the devastating realization that his mother's chance of survival was slim.

"Feeble?" Rohan echoed, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying the turmoil raging within.

The holographic projection of the doctor nodded solemnly, his expression mirroring the gravity of the situation.

"I'm afraid so," the doctor confirmed, his voice gentle yet sorrowful. "Given the advanced stage of your mother's cancer and the aggressiveness of the tumor, the chances of a successful outcome are slim."

With a heart heavy with worry and determination, Rohan knew he needed to see his mother before the surgery. He turned to the doctor, his request tinged with urgency.

"Doctor, please, can I see my mom before the surgery?" Rohan's voice quivered with emotion, his eyes pleading for this moment with his beloved mother.

"Of course, Rohan," the doctor replied gently. "Let me arrange for you to spend some time with her before we proceed with the surgery."

"Mom," Rohan whispered, his voice choked with emotion as he approached her bedside.

His mother's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, and a weak smile formed on her lips as she reached out to him.

"Rohan, my dear," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with love.

Tears welled up in Rohan's eyes as he took her hand in his own, his heart breaking at the sight of her frailty.

"I love you, Mom," Rohan said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm going to be right here with you every step of the way."

As Rohan stood by his mother's bedside, their hands clasped tightly together, she turned to him with a look of profound love and urgency in her eyes.

"Rohan, my dear," his mother began, her voice soft but filled with determination, "there are so many things I need to tell you."

Rohan's heart clenched at the gravity of her words, realizing the weight of what she was about to say. He leaned in closer, hanging onto her every word, determined to cherish this moment with her.

"Mom, you don't have to say anything if it's too difficult," Rohan murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

But his mother shook her head gently, her eyes locking with his in an unspoken vow to share her thoughts, no matter how painful they might be.

"Rohan, my darling," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know how much you mean to me. After your father passed , You've brought so much joy and light into my life, and I am so proud of the person you've become."

Tears welled up in Rohan's eyes as he listened to his mother's heartfelt words, overwhelmed by the depth of her love for him.

"I've always believed in you, Rohan," his mother continued, her voice growing stronger with each passing moment. "And I know that no matter what challenges you face in life, you will always find the strength to overcome them."

As tears streamed down Rohan's cheeks, his mother's words cut through the heaviness in the room, carrying a weight that resonated deep within him.

"Rohan, my dear," she said, her voice soft but filled with an unmistakable resolve, "promise me that you won't disregard yourself if I'm not around."

As tears streamed down Rohan's cheeks, his mother's words cut through the heaviness in the room, carrying a weight that resonated deep within him.

"Rohan, my dear," she said, her voice soft but filled with an unmistakable resolve, "promise me that you won't disregard yourself if I'm not around."

Rohan's heart ached at the thought of a future without his mother by his side, but he nodded, understanding the importance of her request.

"I promise, Mom," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I won't disregard myself. I'll take care of myself, for you."

His mother smiled weakly, her eyes shining with pride and gratitude.

"You're so strong, Rohan," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have so much love to give to the world. Don't ever forget that."

Rohan squeezed her hand tightly, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the woman who had given him everything.

His mother's eyes glistened with tears, reflecting the depth of her suffering.

"I don't want you to suffer, Mom," Rohan said, his voice filled with anguish. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

His mother smiled weakly, reaching out to brush away the tears that stained his cheeks.

"Just stay by my side, Rohan," she said, her voice filled with tenderness. "Your presence alone is enough to soothe my pain."

As Rohan and his mother shared a tender moment, the holographic projection of the doctor reappeared, gently reminding them of the urgency of the situation.

"Rohan, Mrs. Sharma," the doctor said, his voice filled with compassion, "it's time for the surgery."

Rohan's heart clenched at the reminder, the weight of the impending procedure pressing down on him like a heavy burden.

Rohan's heart skipped a beat as the heart monitor emitted a steady, monotonous beep, its rhythm starkly contrasting with the urgency of the moment. He turned to the holographic projection of the doctor, panic rising in his chest.

"Doctor, what's happening?" Rohan asked, his voice trembling with fear.

The doctor's expression grew grave as he turned his attention to the heart monitor, his eyes scanning the screen with a furrowed brow.

"It appears that Mrs. Sharma's heart has stopped," the doctor said, his voice tinged with concern. "We need to act quickly."

Rohan's breath caught in his throat as the gravity of the situation sank in. He watched in helpless anguish as the medical team sprang into action, rushing to his mother's side to initiate life-saving measures.

"Please, you have to save her," Rohan pleaded, his voice choked with emotion.

The doctor nodded, his focus unwavering as he directed the efforts of the medical team.

Rohan's world came crashing down as the doctor delivered the devastating news. His heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to comprehend the magnitude of his loss.

"No... no, it can't be," Rohan whispered, his voice barely above a choked sob.

The doctor's expression was somber as he nodded, his own sorrow evident in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Rohan," the doctor said softly, his words heavy with grief. "We tried everything we could, but... she's gone."

Rohan's knees buckled beneath him as he sank to the floor, the weight of his grief crushing him like a tidal wave. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked, his heartache echoing in the silent emptiness of the room. "Mom..." Rohan choked out, his voice breaking with anguish.

As Rohan sat in the hospital room, his grief weighing heavily upon him, a group of robotic attendants entered the room, their mechanical movements silent yet efficient. They approached him with a solemnity that matched the gravity of the situation, their metallic frames a stark contrast to the fragility of human emotion.

"Mr. Sharma," one of the robots spoke, its voice calm and neutral, "we are here to assist you with the necessary arrangements for your mother's discharge."

Rohan's eyes welled with fresh tears at the mention of his mother, but he nodded in acknowledgment, knowing that there were practical matters that needed to be addressed.

"What do you need from me?" Rohan asked, his voice hoarse with grief.

The robots explained the process of completing the necessary paperwork and providing additional details for the discharge of his mother's body. Despite the pain it caused him, Rohan forced himself to focus, understanding that he needed to fulfill these final duties for his beloved mother.

In neat, trembling handwriting, Rohan wrote his full name as Rohan Sharma, aged 24, and noted his occupation as an employee of a software company specializing in humanoid production. His mother's name, Richa Sharma, was written beneath his own, a tribute to the woman who had shaped his life in countless ways.

As Rohan left the hospital with his mother's body, a heavy silence surrounded him, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside. The weight of his grief hung heavy upon his shoulders, but he pressed forward, determined to give his mother the final farewell she deserved.

At the crematorium, Rohan watched in solemn silence as the funeral rites were performed, the flames rising to consume his mother's earthly form. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked as he said his final goodbyes, his heart heavy with sorrow but filled with the warmth of his mother's love.

As the flames slowly faded, leaving behind only ashes and memories, Rohan felt a profound sense of loss wash over him. His mother may be gone, but her spirit would live on in his heart forever, a beacon of love and guidance in the darkest of times.