Hi, my name is Geevarghese Esha. A PhD student majoring in Late Modern History in Dipti University, the most prestigious university in the planet earth. I don’t know who I am or where I came from, unlike most people, I am not married; with no family or relatives. Maybe I have, but I just don’t know who and where they are. All of my friends are people that I get to know these last two years. Some people say they found me naked in the basement of an abandoned “hotel”, you know, a building that people used to pay to live-in on a short-term basis in the old days before the war. They scanned me and found nothing that could reveal my identity… They keep asking me what is my name and where I came from, but seriously if they don’t know who I am with their colossal data base, how the heck would I know. I was on the news that day, and I consider that my birthday, it was the 3rd of March 2087.
The next day I walked out of the hospital, I saw a world that is not familiar at all… not that I know what my world used to be like, but this is just strange. I felt like I was being thrown into this land, there is something that I naturally know but most of the time not know. Like… I can see and understand those long things moving underground. But I could not recall their names until someone told me that it is called, “trena”. The doctor says I might suffer from partial amnesia which makes me remember something but not all. My physical appearances are different from the majority also; my eyes were slightly blue tinted; brown hair instead of black, and slightly lighter skin. My appearance is not unique though; at the very least there is someone that looks like me for every 22,000 people in this planet according to the data base. Oh, by the way, the data base is a massive photonic hard drive stored almost anything known to the human race inside. But where and how does that thing looks like? Nobody knows… People here all look the same, they all have the same hair-cut and wear a long white robe. That is Raja Standard. I heard that Raja changes the standard a couple times but those aren’t difficult to follow. Raja is the mighty of all; the most brilliant person known to mankind. Rumors say that he knows even more than the data based, that is why he is an autocrat, a person with unlimited power in the government.
People say that I am a genius in history, that’s why I am here now becoming a researcher in this university of the very best. But one thing they did not know is that I could somehow study in my dream. I often have those dreams of myself walking on the street of an “uncivilized” world exactly like what many of my books describe. Well, maybe not exactly, but more or less… That’s why I could come up with very compelling arguments for filling-in many unknowns in this field of study. Those visions get so real which give me strong headaches all the time… Seem like they are not fantasies; not dreams, but memories; my past. But how the heck are those visions part of my past? I mean, if I were someone proactive during or before the war, I would be at least 72 years old by now even if I were born in the year where the war first started. How could my cell sample indicates I am currently a 25 years old male?
The more I think about it, the more I feel like I should get to know my past. Since the data base has no result of my identity, my only hope would be the Mighty Raja; who appears to know more than the data base. However, whether he is a male or a female, fat or skinning, tall or short remain unknown. He is a mystery to most of us here. They say it is for safety reason, that’s why he has never appeared to the public. All his messages were sent out electronically from the Pavitra (holy) Platform of the Mahala. The Mahala is a huge palace where the Mighty Raja resizes in. Of course, its location is unknown to most people; all we see is a 3D projection of this place in Sitara. That’s why people here are all born to think Sitara is where Mighty Raja lived. But lately, I have this weird dream repeatedly, showing myself trying to murder the Mighty Raja in Candrama, and I was killed on scene. I don’t know what had happened and I don’t even know if the person I saw in the dream is really him, but if were to find out my true identity, this is my only hope and I must go to Candrama at once…
[Spoiler: he later finds out that he is a spy before the war]