Third Person
A year had passed since Lead and Allelea went their separate ways, yet the heart of Bangalore pulsed with the memories of their intertwined lives. The city, a tapestry of sounds and colors, moved around them, oblivious to the silent spaces they now occupied.
One day, in the comfort of the balcony of his one-bedroom apartment, Lead stood, grasping the railing, and stared at the beautiful lake in the distance. The apartment he lived in was known for the gorgeous lake view, but only visible from certain apartments, including his. He felt a sense of relaxation as his life went fairly well.
Online classes were going smoothly, but he had to admit, he barely paid attention.
Money was not much of a problem. He had published his book online and started a YouTube channel. Apart from that, he was being funded by the BioSync resistance. At this stage in life, with a stable source of income (or three), most people would be on dating apps, searching for a life partner.
But not him. As an agent, he had to stay on his toes. He couldn’t afford distractions, even if the resistance had sent him and Allelea there specifically to enjoy life for a while, escape BioSync while they still could.
Suddenly, he felt a faint vibration in his pocket. It was Allelea, after a good one year or so.
Lead’s eyes widened slightly at the sight. “Oh, really? Why is that?” he typed back.
“The Foreign Exchange of 1 year and 6 months is over. Cyto and I have to return to France. The plane's tonight. Mostly, I can't wait to go back to that airport. It's really pretty... and definitely easier to navigate." came the reply. Rambling like the teenage girl she was two years ago... which reminded him.
“Oh, I see,” he answered. “Also… happy birthday. It’s today, right?”
“It is, how’d you know?”
“Phone notification. I guess… I’m 20, and you’re 21.” he clarified.
Lead paused, his fingers hovering over the screen. The city’s hum faded into the background as he contemplated his next words. He wanted to say more, to bridge the gap that time and circumstance had forged between them, but the agent in him held back. Finally, he typed: “Time flies, doesn’t it? I hope France treats you well. And don’t worry about me; I’m not mad at you at all. Just caught up in the whirlwind of life.”
Allelea’s response came after a brief silence that felt like an eternity to Lead. “Thank you, Lead. That means a lot. I’ve always admired how you handle everything with such grace. Take care of yourself, okay?”
Lead smiled faintly, a mix of nostalgia and melancholy washing over him. He replied with a simple thumbs-up emoji, the digital gesture contradicting the complexity of his emotions, the number of neurotransmitters and hormones rushing through his blood vessels.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the lake, Lead’s thoughts drifted to the future. The message from Allelea was a reminder of the inevitable change coming their way. It wasn’t just the end of their stay in India; it was the closing of a chapter in their lives.
The next morning, Lead received his own instructions from BioSync. The message was formal and detached, a stark contrast to the warmth he had felt in Allelea’s words.
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The news didn’t surprise him. He had always known that his time in India was borrowed, a temporary reprieve from the relentless pursuit of his mission. With a heavy heart, he began to pack his belongings, each item a memory, each memory a reminder of the journey he had undertaken.
As he zipped up his suitcase, he took one last look at the lake, its surface reflecting the myriad colors of the city’s lights. Bangalore had been good to him, a place of healing and growth. But now, it was time to move on, to face the challenges that awaited him in Russia, and to reunite with Cyto in a world that was constantly shifting beneath their feet.
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Allelea
As I stood in France after a good night’s rest and a delicious breakfast of croissants with jam, ready to return to Enigma, I mentally prayed that things would be all right.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension as I made my way to the Enigma headquarters. The weight of the unknown pressed heavily on my shoulders. The organization had become my family, my purpose, but the mission we were embarking on was fraught with uncertainty. I clutched the strap of my bag a little tighter, seeking comfort in the familiar.
The door to the headquarters creaked open, and I was greeted by the sight of Lysandra, her expression a mix of determination and concern. She motioned for me to follow her to the meeting room, where the rest of the team was already assembled. Their faces were a mosaic of resolve and anxiety, reflecting my own inner turmoil.
“We have a new directive,” Lysandra began, her voice steady. “The situation in Russia is escalating. The Biology Realm is Neurophysiology. You thought the Algorithm was bad enough? There they manipulate brains. There have been significant advancements, and we need to intervene before it’s too late.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. We all knew the stakes; we all understood the risks. But the thought of Lead and Cyto, caught in the midst of this brewing storm, added a personal edge to the urgency.
“I’ll be heading to Russia,” I announced, surprising even myself with the firmness in my voice. “Lead and Cyto are there, and they might need our help.”
Lysandra nodded, her eyes locking with mine. “I was hoping you’d say that, Allelea. Your connection to them could be crucial.”
The meeting continued with discussions of strategy and logistics, but my mind was already miles away, with Lead and Cyto. I remembered the last time we were all together, the bond we shared, and the promise of a future we were fighting for.
As the meeting adjourned, I stepped back out into the sunlight, the streets of France now a blur as my thoughts raced ahead to Russia.
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