The day as usually started with the
siren from the clock tower as it hit ‘10’ during the early morning. I got up
from my “dialer” [a bed with a digital programmed dial] which reminded me that
it was my first day at my “Callial” [college].
My grand father used to always tell
me that it was fun to be in “Callial” and it seems that they used to call it as
a “college” at that time. I was not able to stop my anxiety to get there, which
pushed me to do my routine activities by 10:30 A.M. my dad was cleaning his
“shoezrappers” [a shoe with a liquid propellant that helps in flying]. When we
started from the house, I continuously focusing my goggle at various angles to
spot the college.
A sudden brightness struck my eye
at a height of 1500 meters from the ground and it read “S.C.E.R.C” [Sasurie
Callial of Engineering & Robotics Cell].
The gate of the college opened on
it’s own, spelling a welcome message.
I could see a robot at the side
which asked me for my details and on doing so gave me a card which would
traffic my attendance on its own. I was asked by the robot to go to a lift no
‘829 f626r’ which would lead to my class room. At the lift I came to know that ‘f’
stands for ‘floor’ and ‘r’ stands for ‘room’. I was taken straight to the
classes to find a Homosapien since I was one among them. To my amazement I was
able to find three of them there.
We became friends in no time though
my translators didn’t work nicely as we spoke different languages. We were
asked together at a big hall where we given pods with recorded version of
speech and college proceedings, so that we could listen to the same when we had
time. We were all given laptops which had the entire syllabus for the ‘95’ day
course and the name of the robots, which should take the respective subject.
There were robots for taking all disciplinary actions as well. There was a well
built robot with a “square tummy” which used to catch students and punish them
with unusual dollars [Indian dollars] if they are not in proper dress code.
Discipline was a must and it makes
“Sasurie Callial” a golden bowl among engineering students. The catering robots
named “Manofeeds” compelled each one of us for our ‘menu’. They reminded us of
the total shocks that they may give through “hoarated electric circuits” to
which our ‘shoezrappers’ are connected. So we were in time in our “court
feeders” [canteen] and we had our “nutrile” and vitamin rich fluid
[2ml->4drops~to 250 ml glucose].
We were then backing to our class
rooms through floorflyers. Each one of us were provided with floorflyers. Mine
was Rampsy-60. When I reached my class and I was provided with a digital pen
[with sound and video recorders]. My grand father Anuraj P.R [former student of
SCERC[2007-2011] batch always remembered me of his olden periods at SCERC and
categorized it as a discipline cell. Our afternoon session was coordinated by
derolli, a pure robot [pure means grade assigned by SCR] and she was programmed
to advise us and did it finely and we slept finely. She was coded by our human
HOD in such a way that she doesn’t respond or recognize when we sleep. The last
hoptian [in olden day-period] arrived and we were asked to go to our
“ladkerroom” where we have to keep our stored “digital pens”, ipods and laptops
and give our attendance to ‘HOD’ thought our personal ‘biometric instrument’
where we keep our internal or external senses an pan code. My instrument sensed
it and I was freed from SCERC for 2080 November 19 and reached my home within
38 seconds.
A chapter from Rosselle Robert’s
diary [grandchild of Anuraj R & Richlle Deburg].
