FUEL

Bonky made a dragon. She named it Mycre, shrinking ‘mythical creature’. Her enemies rumored that ‘Mycre’ was Bonky’s gloating about ‘My Creation’.

Making Mycre was nothing impossible after three thousand two hundred thirty two years, since Jesus preached, “... meek shall inherit the earth..”; after one thousand three hundred seventy three years since Charles Darwin’s ‘On the Origin of Species’ was published; after one thousand two hundred fifty six years since publication of ‘The Selfish Gene’ by Richard Dawkins.

Mycre looked fierce, but it was not ferocious. It had sharp curved long nails and teeth. It blew fire, as hot as thousand degree centigrade, for a second, five times in repetition within range of a day. Bonky could change Mycre’s semblance and functions whenever required.

Bonky inculcated several features to Mycre, including biological functions of eating and defecating; emotional aspects like joy and happiness. Bonky trained it to camouflage and speak different human languages. She was cautious in controlling Mycre’s intelligence.

Mycre was put to daily psyche evolution. Its emotional and intelligence indices were never allowed to surpass that of Bonky’s. Bonky, herself, created training and evaluation modules for Mycre. Thus, logical limits of Mycre were set within bounds of her own logical limits. It was necessary to prevent Mycre from becoming a monster.

All these helped Bonky bag the contract of World Fuel Communion (famously known as WFC).

The contract made Bonky travel all over the world. Obviously, she rode on Mycre to the Leladim plateau, like her other destinations.

In the Leladim plateau, people were breeding at the rate of ten children per year by each ovulating woman. None of these women ever stopped ovulating in any of their respective menstrual cycles. As their eggs used to be extracted for artificial insemination and the foetus used to be grown in the uterus of the women in menopause, the plateau became crowded, plagued, morbid and highly viable for the operations of WFC.

The Jandoli river surrounded the Leladim plateau like a horseshoe.  WFC drained all the dams on the river, within a year, through numerous subterranean conduits to distant places for achieving other business goals. Then, the Jandoli river bed was engineered to be a trap door to an earthen container, called Fuel Brewing Chamber (or FBC). The container was engineered to hold people in it at high pressure and temperature that was enough for producing petroleum from their protein and fat, within a few billionth of time compared to what required by the natural processes.

Bonky had six months to finish driving Leladimans to FBC interred in the Jandoli River bed. But the brave, enduring, enterprising, Leladimans delayed the project by eternity. They kept breaking the trap door of FBC and rescuing their friends and relatives almost every time Bonky drove some people there, by threatening to hurt them by Mycre. It compelled her to increase the daily instances of Mycre’s fire belching from five times to fifty times.

Yet Leladimans kept laughing at Mycre. Bonky failed to drive enough Leladimans to meet the target produce, even after a six months extension from the initial deadline. Around this time, WFC withheld Bonky’s remaining payment installments.

Moreover, multiple rupture of the trap door compromised FBC’s engineering.

WFC pinned the failure of the project on Bonky, blaming her methods and scrapped Bonky’s contract. After all, it was scientifically proven that the members of high density populations like the Leladimans lacked compassion for their fellow frail, old, weak, meek and diseased folks.

Then, Bonky fed Mycre ninety three quintals of Yaween leaves. Yaween shrubs used to  smell like rotten feces. Consequently, Mycre suffered from severe flatulence for the entire following week. That week, the target populace of frail, crippled, moribund Leladimans was successfully driven to FBC. The people choked in malodorous air failed to notice the disappearance of their loved ones. 

Yet FBC could yield only a zillionth of the target amount. WFC remained reluctant to conduct business with Bonky.

Recuperating from Bonky’s air attack, the Leladimans started sending their children to Mycre. The children befriended Mycre. They fed Mycre their fruits, vegetables, candies, and cereal. It made Mycre remain so full that it stopped eating Yaween.

Bonky tried to scare the children with her controlled tornado. The children were blown away from Bonky’s camp and were dropped involuntarily on the hard crust of Leladim. Two hundred of them died of broken necks and smashed ribs. Thousands  of them ended up with broken limbs, pelvises and coccyges.

Their parents and friends of their parents rampaged through Bonky’s camp. They broke her lab, smashed her psyche meter, took her supplies for controlling Mycre’s hormones. As the Leladimans started a fire to burn the camp into ashes, Bonky climbed to the back of Mycre and ordered it to take off. Mycre could never disregard Bonky. After all, Mycre was a partial clone of Bonky.

Since then Bonky and Mycre started living in a cave above Zykod cliff. Bonky rebuilt her laboratory in seven days.

Following three months, Bonky worked on devising a technology and succeeded. WFC bought her technology and hired her. It helped them cover their losses in the Leladim plateau.

This technology made the motor vehicle industry happy, too. It eliminated their need for spending on research and development of new engines compatible with new fuel chemistry and associated physical properties. People needed vehicles. Yet, petting a dragon like Mycre could never be affordable for all.

Mycre started playing with the children daily in camouflage of a child in different parks of Leladim City. While returning to the cave, it used to cover its flight tracks.

While playing with the children, Mycre fed  them candies embedded with microscopic devices. Mycre, in the same camouflage, distributed those candies for free to every Leladiman. 

Those devices scrapped Leladiman flesh and guided them along with Leladiman blood as myriad capsules, barely visible to human eyes, to FBC through sewerage, perennially, leaving the affected individuals alive.

Thus, people of Leladim thrived in peace ever after.

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