The old diary

"They're coming... What have you done, Cavalli? Do you have any idea what's going to happen in the next few years? They are approaching the Earth at an unknown speed, and we have no idea what technologies they possess!! We've messed up..."

I said to Roberto Cavalli, who didn't seem too concerned. I was irritated and anxious because of his emotionless face, but I controlled my rage and asked him again, "What are your plans right now? How are you going to stop them?"

But he remained silent, with no response, no emotions, no sense of remorse for what he had done.

His mysterious and silent personality has always pissed me. But this time he's gone too far.

"Roberto Cavalli was my student, but he has far superior thinking abilities than I do."He was far more imaginative than others, which is exactly what NASA requires: "someone who can imagine more creatively and bring them to an unimaginable world."

One radio signal server was invented by Roberto. It was one of a kind and featured a cutting-edge communication system. It can connect to any nearby galaxies' radio signals. God only knows what was going through his mind, but he used to say that our nearest galaxy, Andromeda, has extraterrestrial life, and I refuse to believe in his impossible imagination. I'm not saying it can't happen, but we're not in a position to look for extraterrestrial life.

God only knows what technologies and weapons development they have and are we even prepared to face a sudden Xenomorph attack?

And my fear became a reality when Roberto received a radio signal message from extraterrestrial beings known as "Trasykian," who were from the Trasatania planet in the Odysseus Star system, which we call the Andromeda galaxy."

I realised that no one could change Earth's fate now; humans would become Trasykian's slaves. I've seen their spaceships, sorry, not spaceships. Actually, it was a war spaceship loaded with armour that was completely different and unknown to us.

Soon, an unimaginable war erupted between Earthtian and Trasykian; it was a war of advanced technologies, superweapons, and extraordinary beings that Earthtian failed to recognise.

We were enslaved...

Date: April 27, 2025

"Ah! I'm still confused. What was Grandpa attempting to explain in this diary!! It's such an old record, dated April 27, 2025, how am I supposed to figure out what it means in 2075? Kavya exclaimed angrily as she flipped through the pages of her grandfather's old diary, which he had given her ten years before his death.

She has been reading it for ten years and has no idea what her grandfather was trying to say. Each time she reads it, the only thing she can't understand is," How can I believe this? I need someone who has witnessed the whole thing!" 

Few more pages were left to read in that Diary.

"I'm going to finish up this today." 

She was about to turn the next page but, then out of nowhere, her name was called, and she was distracted from her thoughts.

"Where have you gone, Kavya?

"Are you still in that old storehouse? I can't believe this girl! why does she spend so much time in that filthy warehouse?"

"Oh!! gosh!! What should I do now, Mom is on her way here again? Where should I bury it?

Kavya gets startled by her mother's voice and begins to panic because she was reading her something useless, which was like the forbidden text to read. 

She quickly puts the diary back in the iron box and locks it because if her mother discovers that she was reading some kind of history book that is unusual in her world, it is obvious that she will throw her grandfather's diary in the burning flames.

"What are you doing here?" Her mother asked her standing at the entrance of the storeroom.

Kavya kept staring at the darkness of the room and whistled.

After receiving no response from her daughter, Her mother couldn't control her rage and began yelling, breaking the silence.

"I asked you a question? Why are you here? Do you even know we were so concerned about you? Why are you always in the storehouse, which is waste garbage_"

Kavya kept staring at the darkness and whistles, with no movement, no response, or apology from her.

Her obstinacy boiled her mother's blood. She restrained herself because she had guests at her house today and couldn't cause a commotion.

"Ivaan has come to visit us, don't you want to meet him?" her mother said calmly.

Her body moved as soon as she heard the name Ivaan; she dashed towards her mother and asked, "Where is he?"

"I was looking for you because he is waiting in your room. They might leave if you don't hurry." Her mother said and gets going.

"Yeah, I'm coming," she says as she steps out of the old dusty storeroom but then she stops.

She quickly pulls out her small face mirror from her purse and examines her face.

"Oh! No, my face is so dirty." She takes out her handkerchief, wipes her face, and applies face lotion to her milky white skin.

She then dusts her clothes and looks in the mirror again, twisting herself around to see every inch of herself.

She was dressed in a short red skirt, a cropped blacktop, and heeled black stockings. Her hair was pulled back in a pointed ponytail, emphasising her strong personality.

Kavya was an 18-year-old teen girl who liked to dress up for her brother like friend Ivaan. She did not consider him to be her friend. Whenever she meets him, her heart beats at an unnaturally fast rate, and she can't help but giggle inside, thinking about erotic things.

"I'm a crazy girl," she patted her head to stop imagining dirty things and giggled at herself looking in the mirror.

"Oh! Coming back to her senses. What am I doing?" She puts back the mirror in her purse, throws her purse inside the storeroom, locks it up, and boards her flying bike.

"Wow, what a beautiful day today," she exclaimed as she flew through the sky. There were numerous flying bikes and flying automobiles. They were all flying to their respective homes, workplaces, and other destinations.

She lands on top of her house's roof after a few minutes of flying. Her house was a tall, gleaming glass multi-storey structure with a flat round roof on top of it for landing the flying bikes and cars. Usually, everyone's house was designed that way.