In the heart of Zyphoria, a structure rises above all others, unmatched in grandeur. This is no ordinary skyscraper—it is the epicenter of technological civilization, the beating heart of innovation that shapes the world: the Miracle of Technology.
From the outside, the building resembles a futuristic monolith. Its glass structure, crafted from nano-reflective materials, emits a soft glow, mirroring the endless neon lights of the city that never sleeps. Dozens of security drones hover around it, their optical sensors capable of detecting even the slightest movement. At its peak, transmission antennas link an intricate web of artificial intelligence networks, processing streams of data far beyond human comprehension.
Inside, the world's greatest minds work tirelessly. Holographic displays illuminate every corner, showcasing real-time data, blueprints of groundbreaking innovations, and quantum mapping of ongoing experiments. The building pulses with life—the faint hum of machines, the subtle tremor of energy coursing through the floors, and the rhythmic flicker of blue-green lights from the control panels.
In the heart of the research facility, surrounded by a circle of monitors and control panels, stood Dr. Fushida—a renowned scientist whose brilliance transcended generations. His neatly combed silver hair shimmered under the neon lights, and his gaze was fixed on a single object: a crimson gemstone encased in a glass tube.
But this was no ordinary gem. Its red glow pulsed rhythmically, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. The energy it radiated was so intense that the electromagnetic field around it trembled slightly. Dr. Fushida watched as numbers raced across the monitors, measuring the raw power emanating from the gemstone. The other scientists in the room observed in silence, fully aware that what lay before them was not just an artifact... it was a power source beyond human comprehension.
"Synchronization is still unstable... but its intensity keeps rising," Dr. Fushida murmured, his fingers gliding swiftly across the touchscreen in front of him.
Around the room, various advanced measuring instruments recorded every change occurring within the crimson gemstone. Ionic sensors vibrated, energy spectrum panels flickered unpredictably, as if the gem were attempting to communicate with something beyond human comprehension.
However, far above—beyond the reach of sensors and the watchful eyes of scientists—an unseen threat was on the move.
At the top of a skyscraper overlooking the Miracle of Technology, a gloved hand clad in Kevlar-reinforced mechanics tapped a sequence of small buttons on a portable electronic panel. The dim red glow from a small screen illuminated the face of a figure hidden beneath a carbon-fiber tactical helmet.
Behind them, two others stood ready. Their eyes were sharp, each gripping an electromagnetic weapon designed to neutralize security systems without leaving a trace.
"We're connected," the team leader's raspy voice echoed through a secured communication channel. "The stealth drones are inside the vents."
Within the ventilation system of the Miracle of Technology, a swarm of small drones—no larger than mechanical spiders—moved in absolute silence. Their bodies were coated with reflective material that adjusted to the surrounding colors, making them nearly invisible to security sensors.
With agility, they crawled through narrow gaps, avoiding motion detectors, and clinging to walls like unseen shadows. Each drone carried a frequency-scanning device, recording the electromagnetic wave patterns emitted by the crimson gemstone in the research chamber.
On the team leader's helmet display, the building's internal map gradually unfolded, bit by bit.
"Signal stable. We're almost there."
In the research lab, Dr. Fushida felt something... off. He paused his work for a moment, his eyes scanning the room.
Something was different.
Something that shouldn't be there.
Beneath the shadows of the high-security system, a mechanical spider crept toward a hidden chamber deep within the research complex. No label marked its door—only a biometric scanner and layers of crimson laser grids made it untouchable to ordinary personnel.
But the drone didn't stop.
One of the mechanical spiders leaped onto the scanner, emitting a high-frequency pulse. Within seconds, the system flickered—just enough to force the door ajar by a few inches. Just enough for them to slip inside.
Inside the room stood a black box, encased in a web of laser fields. Time had nearly erased the single word engraved on its surface:
E.Y.E.S
An old project. Unstable technology. A relic trapped in time.
The tiny mechanical limbs crawled closer—some hacking the laser fields, others preparing the lifting mechanism. In mere moments, they hoisted the box and began their retreat.
But the world never makes things easy for thieves.
—BEEP!—
A piercing alarm shattered the silence.
Security detection activated. Motion sensors picked up the anomaly, and in less than a fraction of a second—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
One by one, the spider drones exploded. Blue lasers swept across the room, destroying them with pinpoint accuracy.
The door burst open. Several armed guards stormed in, their weapons still trailing smoke from the precise shots fired moments ago.
One of them, a man with a captain's badge on his chest, frowned. His gaze locked onto the smoldering remains of the drones.
"Strange," he muttered. "They shouldn't have been able to breach a system this tight..."
He crouched, inspecting the still-smoking metal debris. Then, his eyes narrowed.
"No way..."
His fingers traced a small gap in the ventilation shaft.
A gap that was open...
As if someone had let them in.
But while everyone was focused on the wreckage, no one noticed the most important detail:
The E.Y.E.S box was gone.
Meanwhile, atop a towering skyscraper, a masked figure grinned in satisfaction.
Before him, a small drone soared from the distance, carrying something more valuable than all the assets of the world's top tech companies—E.Y.E.S.
"Finally...!" he hissed, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
His hand stretched out, ready to receive the mysterious box that had long been nothing more than legend...
But as the drone drew closer...
The box was GONE!!!
All that remained was a single piece of paper.
NOT E.Y.E.S.
Scrawled in bold letters...
"SHARK GOT SMACKED WITH A PLANK. YOU GOT SCAMMED, DUMBASS."
...
...
...
"HUH?!?!"
His heart jumped straight to his skull.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
He frantically flipped the paper back and forth, hoping there was something on the other side. NOTHING.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL—?!"
He just got hit with a SUPER DELUXE PRANK.
Dude thought he was about to be a tech mafia, but nah—he was just another trolling victim.
"YOU IDIOT!!!"
BAM!!!
Suddenly, his collar got yanked HARD.
His female partner—armed with two razor-sharp disc blades—was livid.
"YOU MORON! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!"
She shook him like a baby formula bottle.
"WHERE THE HELL IS E.Y.E.S.?! WHERE'S THE BOX, YOU JACKASS?!"
The masked man glanced at the paper again.
It still said, "YOU GOT SCAMMED, DUMBASS."
He gulped.
"H-hold on... W-we can... w-we can still—"
FWOOOSH!!!
A disc blade whizzed past his face and lodged itself into a pole right next to his head.
Her breathing was ragged, like an old busted-up engine.
Her eyes? Straight-up FIRE.
"STILL WHAT?! HUH?! STILL WHAT?! WHAT CAN WE EVEN DO, HUH?! BUILD A FREAKIN' VILLAGE ON ANOTHER PLANET?!"
The masked man immediately bowed his head.
"S-SORRY!"
BUT IT WASN'T OVER YET.
Their big guy teammate suddenly roared.
"WOOOOOOOOY!!!"
His bass-boosted voice shook the entire damn skyscraper.
People down below—FIFTY FLOORS DOWN—looked up.
"HUH?!"
Office workers on their lunch break stared at the sky.
"SHIT!" The woman grabbed her head in frustration.
Her hand clamped over Big Guy's mouth.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU DUMBASS!!!"
Big Guy choked and gasped, but finally shut up—after receiving a "gentle" slap.
(Read: a knee straight to his chin.)
Masked Guy? Full-blown national-level panic.
"H-holy shit, what do we do?! T-the boss is gonna FRY ME IN A GIANT WOK if we fail!!!"
The woman was still gripping his collar.
Her eyes were glowing.
Her teeth were grinding.
Her breathing sounded like a Dragon Ball villain about to drop a final attack.
"...We got played."
"...We got played, YOU IDIOT..."
She shook Masked Guy like a broken toy.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU FALL FOR THAT PRANK?!"
"I-I DON'T KNOW, I THOUGHT— I THOUGHT—"
The woman glared at the paper again.
"YOU GOT SCAMMED, DUMBASS."
Her gaze went blank.
"WE'VE BEEN FREAKIN' BAMBOOZLED."
The wind howled.
Silence.
And then...
She decked Masked Guy with the most elegant punch ever.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! FIND THAT DAMN BOX!!!"
Somewhere else...
At Miracle of Technology, silence choked the entire room.
Scientists, technicians, and security guards stood frozen, mouths half-open. Some were still holding tablets or staring at holographic screens—stuck like NPCs after a game-breaking bug.
The box.
The E.Y.E.S. box.
GONE.
DISAPPEARED.
VANISHED.
"W-WAIT... WAIT A MINUTE..." One of the guards blinked rapidly and slapped his own cheek.
"AM I DREAMING OR WHAT?!"
A panicked scientist lunged at the monitor.
"CHECK THE CCTV! CHECK THE SENSORS! CHECK EVERYTHING!!!"
EVERYONE MOVED AT LIGHTNING SPEED, LIKE A BLACK FRIDAY FLASH SALE.
"LAST RECORDED DATA?! WHO MESSED WITH THE SYSTEM?!"
"WHY DIDN'T THE MOTION SENSORS TRIGGER AN ALARM?!"
"WHY DO OUR CCTV FILES LOOK CORRUPTED?! WHAT THE HELL?! DID SOMEONE TURN ON BEAUTY MODE?!?"
Amidst the chaos, a security captain—who was supposed to be the pillar of stability—was also freaking out.
Sweating.
Mouth gaping.
"T-THE BOX... WHERE DID THE BOX GO?! WHY IS IT GONE?!" he screamed.
Meanwhile, one of the scientists was clutching his head, panting.
"SHIT. I SPENT DECADES OF MY LIFE ON THIS PROJECT!!!"
Others frantically tapped on their holographic keyboards, watching their data collapse like a kid's exam who forgot to study.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—THE ENTIRE E.Y.E.S. TECHNOLOGY DATA GOT ERASED TOO?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"
Scientists: "..."
Technicians: "..."
Then, someone... someone asked the dumbest question in human history:
"UH... GUYS... MAYBE THE BOX FELL UNDER THE TABLE?"
The room fell into absolute silence.
Everyone turned to him.
"..."
A scientist slowly stepped forward.
He stared.
Deep into that person's soul.
With pure, unfiltered hatred.
And then, ever so gently... he SLAPPED the guy's head.
"THIS IS A BILLION-DOLLAR TECHNOLOGY, NOT A DAMN PHONE LOST UNDER A PILLOW!!!"
Meanwhile, the security captain was still hyperventilating, eyes darting around like a man having an existential crisis.
~~~
10 Minutes Before the Box Went Missing...ON THE SCHOOL ROOFTOP...
KRISHNA.
HE WAS ENJOYING LIFE.
His eyes drifted upward.
Blue sky.
Thin clouds floating lazily.
A gentle breeze.
He raised his hand, fingers cutting through the distant clouds.
"Hhh... so peaceful."
And, feeling extra comfortable, he lay down.
Hands behind his head, legs stretched out.
A small smile formed on his lips.
"No one's bothering me... no Evana... no student council... no discipline teacher... this is pure bliss."
His eyes slowly closed.
The world felt calm...
...
...
BUT AT THE SAME TIME, FAR ABOVE ZYPHORIA CITY...
A small spider-like drone was SPEEDING through the air.
THIS WAS THE DRONE THAT HAD JUST STOLEN THE E.Y.E.S. BOX.
And now... it was suddenly malfunctioning.
"Zzzzzzzt—system unstable—zzzt—warning! Warning! System is malfunct—"
THE DRONE HICCUPED.
YES. IT HICCUPED.
—Zzzzt!—
—HICC!—
—Zzzzt!—
—HICC AGAIN!—
Its engine sputtered, tiny wings flapping erratically.
Its camera spun around like a dizzy person waking up from a deep sleep.
And to make things worse...
THE DRONE CRASHED INTO A BALI MYNA.
—SMACK!—
THE BIRD SCREAMED IN PANIC.
"CUUUAAAKKKK!!!"
BOOM! THE BIRD SPIRALED OUT OF CONTROL.
AND THE DRONE WENT SPINNING OFF COURSE.
Falling.
Falling faster.
Faster.
AND THEN...
—THUD!!!—
IT LANDED DIRECTLY ON KRISHNA'S HEAD.
"WHAT THE F—!!!" Krishna winced, grabbing his head.
SOMETHING HAD FALLEN FROM THE SKY... AND SLAMMED INTO HIS SKULL!
His eyes snapped open.
His head throbbed.
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
He reached for the object.
His fingers curled around it.
His eyes focused.
And when he finally realized what it was...
HIS JAW DROPPED.
His mouth hung slightly open.
His eyebrows shot up.
His breathing slowed...
Because in his hands...
Was something that MADE NO SENSE.
Krishna's eyes WIDENED.
One hand still holding his aching head.
He sat up, still dazed.
His eyes darted around, searching for the culprit who just attacked him.
...
AND RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM...
WAS THE BALI MYNA.
THE BIRD WAS ALSO HOLDING ITS HEAD.
ITS EYES WERE SWIRLING.
ITS BODY WOBBLED.
IT LOOKED AT KRISHNA.
KRISHNA LOOKED AT IT.
They locked eyes.
"..."
"..."
One second...
Two seconds...
THE BIRD SHRIEKED.
"CUUUAAAAKKK!!!"
KRISHNA YELPED.
"HOLY—!"
The bird flapped past Krishna, flying in a wobbly zigzag before CRASHING into the edge of the rooftop.
Meanwhile... Krishna finally noticed.
A small black box lying nearby.
He squinted.
That box.
He picked it up, turning it in his hands.
Sleek design. Black. Elegant. Like futuristic tech.
Krishna scratched his head.
"Damn, who the hell just threw a pencil case at me?"
He casually stuffed it into his bag.
Then lay back down.
Let out a deep breath.
Went back to sleep...
~~~
Back to the Present, Somewhere in the City...
Scientists, secret agents, and criminal organizations were still scrambling to find the box.
Which was now sitting inside the backpack of a high schooler...
Who was currently napping on a rooftop.
cliffhanger? Sure. But don't worry, We're still good... right? 😜
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