Mid-August 1947, the Indian Independence Bill took effect, inaugurating a period of religious turmoil in India and Pakistan that would result in the deaths of hundreds of thousands, including Gandhi, who was assassinated by a Hindu fanatic in January 1948 during a prayer meeting to end Muslim-Hindu violence.
An excavation was underway somewhere between the India and Pakistani border. Funded by millions of dollars, the excavation sought to discover specific Mesopotamian objects believed to be scattered across the globe.
The company was a family-owned land investment company that had been around for centuries. The owner was young man named Kalcyphir. He went by Kal.
Unbeknownst to those in his employ, Kal is one of hundreds, if not thousands, of immortal humans who exists to play a game. They each play for the god who granted them immortality.
Kalcyphir plays for the god of chaos. No particular reason other than fun and chaotic adventures that lead to amazing events in human history.
This is a 3 part sci-fi, fantasy short story on how Kalcyphir discovered and cultivated “Pakistani Chitral Kush (PCK)” by mistake because of a miscommunication.
Kal is an immortal being who gets up to silly shit and normally has his very non-immortal friends keep him from getting into too much trouble. Kal experiences time differently and forgoes norms/customs at his own expense to do as he pleases. He’s immortal. He doesn’t care.
“Kal, this– I have news! You just–Come here! Quick!” My real estate portfolio manager pleaded.
His voice quivered.
“Look, I don’t know how to say this. There’s a man –(chatter in the background. Static.) — I know, I’m telling him, hold on! Anyway, Kal, incredible discovery. Come quick! It’s I can’t even–If you could just– I mean, holy-mother-of–“
“Fine,” I responded. I hung up, checked my pockets, grabbed my jacket and jumped into my car. The engine sputtered. “Hmmm,” I muttered, driving out of my wing within the compound.
The manager had worked for my family’s property investment company for generations. He managed the resources at several sites, oversaw legal contracts and disputes, and he also had a say in some of our family’s corporate practices. He kinda’ did everything.
Still does. Talks too much. Never says enough. I wish he would learn to appreciate his words. They’re as finite as our heartbeats. He just wastes them. No particular reason that I can tell. I just don’t understand how a person who does so much communicates so poorly.
I stop at a worn stop sign.
Hot, dry wind pelts rocks against its aluminum frame.
Ping. Ting. Ping. Clink. Clank. Natural music.
I pull up to the dig site.
“Kal!” the site manager shouts. She points at a large, emerald slab. It’s transparent. Looks like a glass prism with a statue inside. I squint. “See it?” the site manager asks. Her and her team guide me to the stone. There’s a man encased inside.
I nod. “Dead?”
“We’re not sure,” the site manager responds. “The team is still analyzing the composition of the slab.”
“Is that fossilized smoke?” I ask, examining further. There’s a blunt in the man’s left hand and small square device in the other. There’s a logo on it. Wonder who made that and what it’s for? There’s pictures and words I can’t make out.
“Yes,” a staff member answers. “We believe it’s smoke. Initial results suggest the presence of THC.”
A stoned man encased in stone. Interesting.
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