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Okay guys. My friend, Lee Jia Wei from RI has just sent me one of his amazing works of language, and I shall proudly post it here for one and all readers to enjoy.
TITLE of story: The Experiment
Author: Lee Jia Wei
Trademark, copyrighted 2005.
PS: There's abit of prob wif all the punctuation marks..so there'll be sme weird signs and such. Pay no attention to those though, enjoy the story. And if wann to save it or something, tell me. I'll send yaa the file.

There the mighty Converter stood, each of its four electro-magnetically charged needlepoints belching out colossal amounts of energy. Shadowing my very presence with its immense size, the only thing that kept it from casting a blanket of darkness over the entire room was the sun-like sphere dancing ominously in the centre of the Converter, slowly consuming every bit of power and energy fed into it by the needlepoints. Pipes the size of overweight anacondas bit – actually bit into the sphere, sucking out energy and pumping it into a destination unknown to the ‘common people’. It was frighteningly shocking just to behold this breath-taking sight, and I wanted to leave. Yet, I held back, and found my foot caressing the sphere of energy, slowly allowing it to consume my foot with aggravating, excruciating slowness. “Argh!” I yelled in pain. “Let – me – go!” I hollered. I could have taken my foot out, but no… I couldn’t… Something in me held me back… No… I had to leave… Let me go… Let me go… Let me go… LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO…

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Professor Levi Rupe jolted from his restless slumber. Flicking his weary, bloodshot eyes around, he found himself in his study, complicated blueprints strewn all over the floor. “Not again…” Rupe sighed, shaking his head in a slow, sagely fashion. “That dream… I’ve had it for nights now… “

Slumped in his large, baroque armchair, Rupe pondered about his strange nightly ventures. Then, as suddenly as he awoke from his nightmarish sleep, he pushed the thoughts of the dream out of his mind and paced the carpeted floor of his messy little study towards the wooden door that led to the outside. Rupe whipped his jacket from a rack and unlocked the door. Seriously, there wasn’t much use locking the door these days, considering crime was non-existent in 3079 A.D. Well, neither did goodness and righteousness, actually.

The door burst open, and Rupe was greeted with a freezing gale that burnt his sunken, pale cheeks. Shivering in the wintry October evening, Rupe pulled his jacket tighter over his body and set off towards his destination

As Rupe strode down the brick-red road, he flicked his head from side to side to take in the sights. Adorning the sides of the road were glass pyramids glinting under the dim glow of the street lamps. Yet, the pyramids were in states of varying disarray, some with glass smashed into a billion bite-sized pieces, and some with twisted supports. Others had simply crumbled into their very foundations.

These were houses – houses meant for humans. They were homes, where families lived in, where Man enjoyed the company of one another. At least, they once served their purpose. Now, not a soul lived in them, no more did people lead their lives in these homes any longer.

Street lamps were blinking, a sign that their lights were going out. Then without warning, one of the lamps crashed down upon Rupe. With a skill born over long years of experience, Rupe leapt out of the way, his bony lengths of leg kicking off the ground Superman-style. The huge lamp slammed down on the ground with a resounding ‘ke-rash” that echoed around the empty street. Glass landed all over the musty road, with a few skimming the hem of Rupe’s jacket.
Ignoring lamp incident, Rupe paced further down a road that would have put even . He then saw a mighty tree that towered above Rupe, shadowing his very presence like a mountain towering over a dust mite. It’s leaves had all cascaded upon the ground, and yet, it was rooted there, a majestic fortress that stood strong and mighty, a seemingly invincible structure that would never tumble.

And yet, despite all its majesty, this was not what made the tree special and unique in its own sense. It wasn’t its fallen leaves, not even the fact that it stood right smack in the centre of Town Square. What made it special, however, was the very fact that it was the only tree that lived in 3079 A.D.

Feet rustled the reddish-brown leaves as Rupe caressed the leaf-ridden floor. He bent down slowly, taking his time to inhale the fresh smells of those leaves and to admire the way they had landed, their jagged edges and their vein patterns. Simple put, Rupe absolutely missed nature.

Rupe’s lustrous sapphire eyes were locked tightly on the leaves. Those simple pieces of nature were the only things on his mind then, floating around merrily and evoking feelings of nostalgia within him. He remembered an age of lush greenery, an age when men took the emerald green shrubs, the flowers painted in all brilliance of the rainbow and the majestic trees that held high, gazing proudly over all the land, for granted. Why? he questioned. Why had such a disaster befallen the world and crushed all dreams and hope of mankind? Why…

All of a sudden, Rupe’s thoughts were rudely punctuated by a wild scraping on his pants. He whipped his head towards the scraping, and found a young boy scratching him in a frantic sort of way, trying to get his attention. Rupe’s first impulse was to brush him away impatiently, when a pang of guilt struck him. His face broke into a meek grin, as the boy held up a mouldy-looking stick in his pale, bony hands.

“Play fetch, Mister… Play… Me wanting playing…” the boy echoed in a husky voice that sounded like it badly needed some cough drops. “Play, Mister. Play!” The boy’s gaunt face and dark grey eyes suddenly glowed with an earnest shine. The childish innocence that had been robbed from him suddenly beamed from within him for that brief moment. Rupe felt tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at the young boy, practically devoid of humanity. He wanted to play, to make up for his misdeeds, but he couldn’t. He had, well, more important stuff to do.

Fighting back emotions and the tears in his eyes, Rupe impatiently brushed the boy aside, feigning oblivion to the pained, almost desperate screams of, “MISTER! PLAY! YOU NO PLAY? ME WANTING PLAYING! ME WANTING PLAYING! MISTER! MISTER…..” The screams were not unlike that of a thousand stabs to the heart. Tears now flowing like rampaging floodwaters from a broken dam, Rupe picked up the pace, racing ever faster down the path.

Why? Why had he, with his very hands, crafted the Converter, a tool of death and misery? This was not what he had wanted of the invention in the first place. It was meant to convert excess nuclear energy man had generated over the past few centuries into cheap, environmentally safe energy for the world to use and enjoy. Fossil fuels had been rendered a thing of the past and geographers were spared the time and effort of spending hours on searching for coal and oil. So how in the world did it all go wrong?

This was how. Rupe’s converted energy, however useful, radiated a super-powerful ultra-magnetic force. This force was so strong that instead of just sucking metals, it turned to sucking brain cells instead. Anyone who came within close proximity of the energy had his or her brain cells slowly being absorbed and annihilated. And with the process moving too fast for any means for the cells to reproduce, one was turned into a living zombie, doomed to wandering the world without an aim, waiting for death to befall him. Yet, Rupe somehow survived because his constant exposure to the ordinary brand of radiation seemingly rendered the magnetic forces useless on him.

Yet, Rupe would rather not have survived, and lived as a non-sentient, roaming the land without a worry, a sad memory and above all, without a conscience. Guilt haunted his soul like a phantom in the night, a banshee screaming in his mind. Screaming the same old lines, “You have ruined the Earth! You have ruined humanity! You have ruined it ALL!” all the time.

He had destroyed the world with an invention meant to perfect it. With those hands that many deemed works of genius, he had crushed the dreams of Mankind, the hopes and love in the world and cast it in the darkest, most ominous shadow possible. He wanted to kill himself. He would rather death than eternal guilt in his heart. Yet, he could not kill himself. Rupe was the sole sentient being left on Earth now. He was the only one with sufficient brain cells to fix up the mess on Earth, and he was going to do it too, to set his mind at ease.

And that was what he was heading off to work on now. The Converter’s factory lay just ahead. A huge silver fort that held high, the Converter’s factory blocked out the little that was left of the sun, now dyeing the sky a deep crimson. Rupe stared at the heavens and clasped his hands together, muttering under his tired breath, “Please, lord. Forgive my misdeeds and let me repent and help make the skies blue again…Amen.” Then, with a look of pure determination etched on his gaunt and weary face, he trudged into the factory.

Five feverish hours passed in the factory. Complicated tools, blueprints and notes filled with mathematical formulae were strewn all over the steel-plated floor of Converter’s factory. For those five long, frustrating hours Rupe had been coming up with conclusions based on his mathematical findings, scientific theories, and yet, he drew a total blank. Indeed, he did get a few possible theories, but all were either too time-consuming (a century for the plan to actually mature) or required materials that were impossible to get.

Perspiration flowing from his brow like water down a river, Rupe slumped onto his chair. He was tired and frustrated, with every single mathematical sum stuffed in his overloaded brain. What in the world could reverse the effects of ultra-magnetic energy? What in the name of calculus and E=MC2 could do the trick? Sigh…

His eyelids drooping heavily, Rupe slowly allowed his eyelids to sink downward and let his world melt into darkness… Just five minutes… That wouldn’t be too long… No… Yawn… With that, Rupe fell into a deep slumber.

All of a sudden, Rupe heard a shout of, “No… I had to leave… Let me go… Let me go… Let me go… LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO…” Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he swayed his head in a jerky motion. Trembling in fright, he relived the nightmare he had had for five long, torturous weeks.

This time, everything was more intense. It was like he had been sent into another dimension, trapped in that very nightmare. The manic shouts of “LET ME GO!” rang incessantly in his ears, battering his eardrums and driving him off the brink of insanity. The fear was real this time. He could feel his head whirling in the maddening fright…

Suddenly, Rupe bolted upright, his eyes wide open. He was covered in cold sweat, shivering in fright. But then, there was a shine in his eyes as he licked his lips like that of a mad fanatic and muttered under his breath, “I’ve got it!”

The solution was so simple, yet so difficult. Why hadn’t he thought of it? The dream.. It told him all that he needed… No mathematical solutions were needed for this at all. None at all!

“My body was made immune to the ultra-magnetic forces…” Rupe began excitedly, more so than he had ever been before. ” …because of the over-radiation I was exposed to. So, if this kind of exposure or molecular structure were absorbed – totally consumed by the Converter’s energy like in that dream…”

Rupe trudged towards the Converter hesitantly, his heart thumping heavily. Yet, there was a lightness – a spring in his step. Finally. He had found the answer to everything. Not just to reverse all in the world, but the true meaning of his dream… It was a beautiful serenade playing in his mind over and over again, a melody crafted in the hands of God to spread a tide of life back to this world again.

Standing in front of the enormous Converter, Rupe gazed at it with a wild fantasy. “You’ve brought fear and destruction to the world, my friend. But it was my fault, all my fault. And I am here to make you what you truly were meant to be… “

An air of determination and resignation fused and hovered around Rupe. He shut his eyes and grinned, at peace with the world. As he slowly allowed his body to tumble headfirst into the Converter, his conscience was finally set to rest.

The skies would be blue again, and children would frolic in the lush fields once more. This world would once again be what it was meant to be. And yet, the man who put it all back would never get a chance to see it. He sacrificed himself to return all he could to the world, to give the land life once more.

And for that, we salute you, Professor Levi Rupe.

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God, i am feeling inspirational. For all u have given us, Lee Jia Wei, we salute you.

JM OUT.