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His Metamorphosis Quantum Entanglement
Moscow State University, Russia Professor Trotsky showed the mentees a circuit board with a EMF configuration. "How much time, do we have left Ivanov?" "Around 45 mins, Professor Trotsky" "So tell me students, why do you think I want to isolate an atom?" Their blank faces gave rise to a brief silence before he resumed. "Quantum entanglement" "We study these isolated atoms to observe this very entanglement", he added. "Tell me what is this, quantum entanglement?", Trotsky inquired. "...", Aren stared silently with a clueless expression. "Ivanov", Professor Trotsky pointed his finger. "Superposition of electrons is a prime example to this phenomenon, where two distinct far objects interact with one another which is otherwise physically impossible to interact with", Ivanov stated. "Does this ring any bell to you, students?" "So, unless an electron is observed we will not be able to calculate it's state", Aren replied. "And why do we need to know about this? Ar
His Metamorphosis Hybrid-Mission
(Zene) Huff Puff While the jets flew past his head, Zene was having the same nightmare every single day. The same nightmare that told him a tale of a destined future. But, Zene was not the one to mingle with stupendous stuff such as fate and destiny. He woke up to a call from Agent G. And now here he was, in front of numerous mercenaries that went beyond the counting of fingers. His fist glew pink and his eyes set dead on his target. Swoosh* Zene lept forward as he closed down on the distance between him and the mercenaries that were unaware of his presence. Bam* Zene slammed one of the soldiers down to the ground as the remaining pointed their rifles at him startled by his emergence from thin air. "We have an intruder! Open fire!!!", Yelled one of the mercenaries before he began open firing at Zene. Bam* Bam* Bam* Zene dodged the bullets fired at him as he grabbed the neck of the mercenary and snapped his neck with little resistance. "Fire!!!" Argh* Zene dashed from
His Metamorphosis A man in disguise
Huff Puff All the three members of the squad united near a junction. The smell of burnt plastic and rusted Metal filled the vicinity. Zene dragged the target, Aleksandr Petrov along with him. "You knocked him unconscious?", Lisa inquired while staring at Zene. "Felt like making things a bit easier", Zene replied while he scratched his head. "Oh damn, that's one way to bring the man in question", Agent chuckled while he walked towards both assets. "What exactly happened, Zene?", Agent asked out of curiosity. "I went into the warehouse, through the front gate?" "Who even enters through the front gate?", Lisa interrupted. "So, I enter inside and see this man clench his fists" "I was already quite annoyed because of those Hagner mercenaries" "So, you took it out on him?", Lisa grumbled. "I gave him ten seconds to surrender", Zene replied. "That's so much, next time you should probably not even hesitate" "I mean it was fun, he put up a good fight. Is he a hy
His Metamorphosis Superposition
"Who are you?" "..." "How did you know my name?" "Easy there, One question at a time" "Who are you?" "I am Vladamir Trotsky, your highness" "What did you mean by that?" "I don't know what you are talking about", Vladamir replied. {False} Aren pointed the gun at him. "What are you?" "Just a random visitor" {True} "What do you mean by that?" "I don't know what you are talking about" {False} "The next time you lie, I will shoot you", Aren gave one final warning. "Why did you call me, your highness?" "I can't answer that" Aren pointed the gun but Trotsky pointed his hand at her and snapped his fingers. In an instant the gun that Aren once held was now in Trotsky's hands. "What the-" "Miss Aren, what was the first lesson I told you" "...", Aren stared out of confusion. "Observation" "Although you only believe something once you have observed that doesn't mean all observations are in fact real" "Don't believe what you see, it will be helpf
His Metamorphosis Dream and Reality
Sigh* "What do you want to do with him now", Zene inquired while staring at Aleksandr. "Untie him", Agent replied. "He could snitch on us", Zene added. "He has a daughter, he does that and he faces his own consequences" Zene untied the man and let him free. "Take care of yourself, staying in this warzone will still be dangerous if the people of the Matrix come for you", Agent gave one last advice to Aleksandr. "..." "Tell Lisa to pack her belongings, we will be leaving tomorrow in the morning", Agent ordered Zene. Knock* Knock* "Come in" "We are leaving tomorrow", Zene passed on the message to Lisa. "Okay" "It's gonna be a long night, you should get some sleep, Zene", Lisa advised while shutting the door on his face. Sigh* The night was unsually quiet for some reason. Today not a single fighter jet flew past their heads. There is a saying, the calm before the storm. But, for Zene his battle was elsewhere. It was within his own dreams. Huff Puff
His Metamorphosis One whiskey away
Screech* "Ah, I can't help but feel annoyed by these constant sounds of jets flying past my head", Lisa grumbled. The squad members left Aleksandr and his daughter alone and left on their way to find a car and leave Belgorod for good. Zene was having a hangover due to the constant nightmares and the drinks taking their effect. "Are you okay, Zene?", Agent inquired. "Yeah, Yeah I am fine" "Doesn't seem like it" "I am not getting enough sleep that's all", Zene replied. Sigh* "Gosh, how long do you want us to wait near this bus stop?", Lisa yelled at the Agent. "He should be here any moment now" "Who?" "Just an old partner" A black car approached them from behind. Screech* The tinted windows slid down and a middle aged guy puffed the smoke onto Lisa's face from within the car. "This motherfucker!" "Easy there", Agent stopped Lisa from doing anything rash. "How have you been Agent- G" "Did you gather all the files?", Agent-G inquired. "Yes" "Good,
His Metamorphosis Boris Ivanov
"Guys, I have something to say", Zene looked at Lisa who was sitting behind him. "What is it?", Lisa inquired. "You know the plan regarding Ivanov?" "Yeah, what about it?" "I don't think I would be of much help with that he knows me and I would be a hindrance anyways" "So what do you wish to do?", Agent inquired. "Now that we are here in Moscow, with plenty of time left before the target arrives I was thinking of waiting by that bar" "Ah sure go ahead we will deal with him", Agent replied as he opened the car door for him. Sigh* Lisa stared at Zene cross the road and move to a nearby bar on the other side of the road. "Agent I wonder, how do you know for sure that Ivanov will pass through this street" "I recieved some pictures of him and a reliable intel from an anonymous source" "How is it reliable when the source is anonymous?", Lisa inquired. "Exactly that's the strange thing, the fact that I am unable to find the source no matter how much I try to vet him
His Metamorphosis Island Of Idiots
"There he is, Brois Ivanov", Agent pointed at a man walking on the footpath. "Get out of the car and follow him", he added. Boris made his way past the black car parked beside the footpath. To his unawareness three people followed him into the alleyways. With the barking of huskies growing intense the tension and fear within Ivanov grew larger and larger. He felt as if he was being watched. He felt his chest become heavier and heavier as time passed by. A woman appeared from behind and snatched the bag that Ivanov was holding onto. "Hey! That's my bag!", Ivanov ran after her as she guided him into a deep alley. With the barking of huskies growing intense she stopped at a dead end. "Give me the bag, now!", Ivanov yelled at her as she threw the bag on the ground. "Come get it", Lisa provoked him. "You filthy thief!", Ivanov charged at her with the most half-assed posture one could possibly make. Argh* And to everyone's surprise Ivanov tripped himself and fell