Prelude--Before the Adventures
The serum started taking it's toll. My head started spinning. "Doc....what was that crap you made me drink?". I was left with no choice, after being convicted of stealing the Candy bar. It was Snickers and I couldn't help it. Yes admit it I am a sucker for groundnut chocolates and it was right infront of me. What can I do if the bastard sells it at a 150% premium. Am I to be a victim of such opressive multinational forces. I decided to fight back and so I stole it. Yes, I did. But even Snickers is not motivation enough if I knew what I would be subjected to once I was convicted. Prison life can get real tough. Mad scientists were a myth to me. That was before I came face to face, eye to eye with Dr Jake Cartalunia. Some Spanish son of a bitch, in the prison medical squad(merely present because of his eccentricity thought and his wicked Spanish accent). His eyes lit up when he first saw me, it was as if he scented my frail body and was waiting for it since his last birth when he was a tree mongoose.
"Vat a fine young boy. I like zis boy's bones, vud blend real vell wid ze anti-genetic emulsifier, i zink". Pardon my loss of memory is making me describe his accent to be German. After the serum I have forgotten what Spanish sounds like. This was just so that you get the gist that he spoke different and he spoke evil.
Next thing I knew I was tied up. My mouth gagged. At first that gave me the impression that I was going to be vaccinated with the serum. But I then it surprised me and infact I was even amused when they removed the gag and made me consume the serum orally. "What a bunch of nincompoops, I thought to myself". That thought soon vanished when 30 ml of the anti-genetic emulsifier was flushed down my throat. I began to wonder if the serum as the name suggested was supposed to kill my genes and emulsify them till I lost my identity. But I was soon to realise that the name was just a result of the fancy of Cartalunia and his lack of any proper knowledge of ENglish. On the contrary, the serum would strengthen that quality in me which was most forthcoming and visible and would enhance them to turn me into an extreme case of the symptom.
That made me dread. I didnt want to know what colourful and sweet sensing creature I was going to turn to. My head was spinning. Infact the rotation was 3D atleast I could have sworn that it was more than 360 degrees. I could sense a protrusion growing from my forehead. Infact there were 2. "No, NO...." , I screamt. I could feel my forearms growing yellow, my feet growing pink, my tummy all orange. Actually I saw it and not felt it. Afterall humans are not trained to sense changes in colour. Anyways getting back to the point, I had not felt this way since I had seen people crapping on the railway tracks during my last visit to India.
It couldn't be, I finally realised what the serum was turning me into. But no, I didnt want this, not 24 hours a day atleast. I knew this form was going to be my job, but I needed to be human to avoid the cognition of the common man. I was already resigned to the fact that, I now had the burden of being the only real superhero. "Doc I accept my fate. I know this cant be reversed a 100%. But just something to hide my present identity. I know you could do it. You gotta have a remedy for partial genetic repair, if I may call it so." Cartalunia gleamed, "Ofcourse I do. Take zis". He handed over a glass which was full with a white liquid. I gulped it down without thinking. It had a strange taste." What was that?". The doc was taken aback,"You dont recognize ze glass of milk". I was sort of embarassed, afterall I had never tasted milk without to 2 tea-spoons of Bournvita.
"Go son. From tomorrow you have ze responsibiltiy of saving nature. You will protect all of vegetation. And the rule that shall guide you is "Green is better than Red, except when it's meat".
"Okay doc I get it, I can already feel the cries of the daffodils and the long spaces of grass being devoured by merciless sheep. I am mentally sworn to protect them. But I need a name. I know what I have become but I need a name and a suit and all that".
"Son, from today you are ze one and only BUTTERFLY MAN. And before you leave you may collect your suit from Ward 55. Wait a second Ill just hand over the cleaning bill".
"Vat a fine young boy. I like zis boy's bones, vud blend real vell wid ze anti-genetic emulsifier, i zink". Pardon my loss of memory is making me describe his accent to be German. After the serum I have forgotten what Spanish sounds like. This was just so that you get the gist that he spoke different and he spoke evil.
Next thing I knew I was tied up. My mouth gagged. At first that gave me the impression that I was going to be vaccinated with the serum. But I then it surprised me and infact I was even amused when they removed the gag and made me consume the serum orally. "What a bunch of nincompoops, I thought to myself". That thought soon vanished when 30 ml of the anti-genetic emulsifier was flushed down my throat. I began to wonder if the serum as the name suggested was supposed to kill my genes and emulsify them till I lost my identity. But I was soon to realise that the name was just a result of the fancy of Cartalunia and his lack of any proper knowledge of ENglish. On the contrary, the serum would strengthen that quality in me which was most forthcoming and visible and would enhance them to turn me into an extreme case of the symptom.
That made me dread. I didnt want to know what colourful and sweet sensing creature I was going to turn to. My head was spinning. Infact the rotation was 3D atleast I could have sworn that it was more than 360 degrees. I could sense a protrusion growing from my forehead. Infact there were 2. "No, NO...." , I screamt. I could feel my forearms growing yellow, my feet growing pink, my tummy all orange. Actually I saw it and not felt it. Afterall humans are not trained to sense changes in colour. Anyways getting back to the point, I had not felt this way since I had seen people crapping on the railway tracks during my last visit to India.
It couldn't be, I finally realised what the serum was turning me into. But no, I didnt want this, not 24 hours a day atleast. I knew this form was going to be my job, but I needed to be human to avoid the cognition of the common man. I was already resigned to the fact that, I now had the burden of being the only real superhero. "Doc I accept my fate. I know this cant be reversed a 100%. But just something to hide my present identity. I know you could do it. You gotta have a remedy for partial genetic repair, if I may call it so." Cartalunia gleamed, "Ofcourse I do. Take zis". He handed over a glass which was full with a white liquid. I gulped it down without thinking. It had a strange taste." What was that?". The doc was taken aback,"You dont recognize ze glass of milk". I was sort of embarassed, afterall I had never tasted milk without to 2 tea-spoons of Bournvita.
"Go son. From tomorrow you have ze responsibiltiy of saving nature. You will protect all of vegetation. And the rule that shall guide you is "Green is better than Red, except when it's meat".
"Okay doc I get it, I can already feel the cries of the daffodils and the long spaces of grass being devoured by merciless sheep. I am mentally sworn to protect them. But I need a name. I know what I have become but I need a name and a suit and all that".
"Son, from today you are ze one and only BUTTERFLY MAN. And before you leave you may collect your suit from Ward 55. Wait a second Ill just hand over the cleaning bill".
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