অবিকল তরুণী তৈরি করা [making an identical clone]

She was in the sixth grade. That year the small group of town children were swamped temporarily by a collection of elderly pupils shipped in from Old Sarum because somebody had set fire to the school there. The oldest boy in Miss Blunt's sixth grade was nearly nineteen, and he had three contemporaries. There were several girls of sixteen, voluptuous, happy creatures who thought school something of a holiday from chopping cotton and feeding livestock.

Jean Louise took to the Old Sarum newcomers immediately...

With rough gentleness the big boys taught her... The big girls giggled behind their hands most of the time and whispered among themselves a great deal.

***

Ada Belle Stevens laughed and made room for her on the long cement bench. "Why ain'tcha playin'?" she asked.

"Don't wanta," said Jean Louise.

Ada Belle's eyes narrowed and her white brows twitched. "I bet I know what's the matter with you."

"What?"

"You've got the Curse."

"The what?"

"The Curse. Curse o' Eve. If Eve hadn't et the apple we wouldn't have it. You feel bad?"

"No," said Jean Louise, silently cursing Eve.

"You'll get used to it."

"I'll never get used to it."

Her companions were the lazier of the Old Sarum boys, the laziest of whom was one Albert Coningham, a slow thinker to whom Jean Louise had rendered invaluable service during six-weeks' tests.

One day, Albert said, "Wait a minute, Jean Louise."

She waited. When they were alone, Albert said, "I want you to know I made a C-minus this time in geography."

"That's real good, Albert," she said.

"I just wanted to thank you."

"You're welcome, Albert."

Albert blushed to his hairline, caught her to him, and kissed her. She felt his wet, warm tongue on her lips, and she drew back. She had never been kissed like that before. Albert let her go and shuffled toward the school building. Jean Louise followed, faintly annoyed.

She only suffered a kinsman to kiss her on the cheek and then she secretly wiped it off; Atticus kissed her vaguely wherever he happened to land; Jem kissed her not at all.

One morning, arriving late to the scene, she found the girls giggling more surreptitiously than usual and she demanded to know the reason.

"It's Francine Owen," one said.

"Francine Owen? She's been absent a couple of days," said Jean Louise.

"Know why?" said Ada Belle.

"Nope."

Jean Louise nudged Ada Belle, who made room for her on the bench.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's pregnant, and you know who did it? Her daddy."

Jean Louise said, "What's pregnant?"

A groan went up from the circle of girls. "Gonna have a baby, stupid," said one.

Jean Louise assimilated the definition and said, "But what's her daddy got to do with it?"

Ada Belle sighed, "Her daddy's the daddy."

Jean Louise laughed. "Come on, Ada Belle --"

"That's a fact, Jean Louise. I bet he did it with both of 'em."

"Did what?" Jean Louise was now totally confused.

The girls shrieked. Ada Belle said, "You don't know one thing, Jean Louise Finch. First of all you -- [menstruate] then if you do it after that, after you start [menstruating], that is, you'll have a solid baby."

"Do what, Ada Belle?"

Ada Belle glanced up at the circle and winked. "Well, first of all it takes a boy. Then he hugs you tight and breathes real hard and then he French-kisses you. That's when he kisses you and opens his mouth and sticks his tongue in your mouth --"

A ringing noise in her ears obliterated Ada Belle's narrative. She felt the blood leave her face. Her palms grew sweaty and she tried to swallow. She would not leave. If she left they would know it. She stood up, trying to smile, but her lips were trembling. She clamped her mouth shut and clenched her teeth.

"-- an' that's all there is to it. What's the matter, Jean Louise? Ain't scared'ja, have I?" Ada Belle smirked.

"No," said Jean Louise. "Think I'll go inside."

She prayed they would not see her knees shaking as she walked across the schoolyard. Inside the girls' bathroom she leaned over a washbasin and vomited.

There was no mistaking it, Albert had stuck out his tongue at her. She was pregnant.

- Harper Lee: "GO SET A WATCHMAN"

Kishalay Sinha [G]

অনন্ত নক্ষত্রবীথি

রাত্রি কখনো সূর্যকে পায় না ।

তাতে ক্ষতি নেই ।

কারণ সে পেয়েছে অনন্ত নক্ষত্রবীথি ।

(p. ৩১৪)

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জন বরগ গ্লাস হাতে উঠে দাঁড়ালেন এবং মোটামুটি নাটকীয় ভঙ্গিতে বললেন, 'আপনারা বোধ হয় জানেন না, একজন অসাধারণ ESP ক্ষমতাসম্পন্ন মানুষ আমাদের মধ্যে আছেন, যিনি এই মহাবিপদের কথা প্রায় ছেষট্টি মিনিট আগে টের পেয়েছিলেন । আমি তখন তাঁর কথায় তেমন গুরুত্ব দিই নি । এখন দিচ্ছি । এখন আমি তাঁর কাছ থেকে জানতে চাচ্ছি, আমাদের ভবিষ্যৎ কী ? তাঁর ESP ক্ষমতা কী বলছে ?'

আমি উত্তর দেবার আগেই তিন নম্বর লালবাতি জ্বলে উঠল । চরম বিপর্যয়ের শেষ সংকেত ।

(p. ৩২২)

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অবিকল তরুণী তৈরি করা [making an identical clone]

'তুমি কি পৃথিবীতে যেতে চাও?'

'হ্যাঁ ।'

'এক জন তরুণী তোমার জন্যে অপেক্ষা করছে, সেই কারণে?'

'হ্যাঁ ।'

'অবিকল ঐ তরুণীটিকে যদি তৈরি করে দিই, তাহলে কেমন হয় ?'

'কীভাবে তৈরি করবেন ?'

'একটি সম্পূর্ণ মানুষ তৈরি করতে প্রয়োজন হয় একটি DNA এবং একটি RNA অণু । তোমার ভালোবাসার মেয়েটির একগুচ্ছ চুল তোমার সঙ্গে ছিল । সেখান থেকেই তৈরি করে দেয়া যায় ।'

(p. ৩৩৭)

- from the science fiction story "অনন্ত নক্ষত্রবীথি" by হুমায়ূন আহমেদ in "সায়েন্স ফিকশন সমগ্র", Science Fiction Samagra by Humayun Ahmed, published by অন্বেষা প্রকাশন, ঢাকা, Annesha Prakashon, 9 Banglabazar, Dhaka, ১০২৪ পাতা, 1024 pages, মূল্য : ৮০০.০০ টাকা মাত্র, Price : Tk. 800.00 only, US $ 30.00 ; ISBN: 984 7011601014 ; audio recording of the sci fi story "অনন্ত নক্ষত্রবীথি" is available on YouTube.

This story is actually about God CRUSHING rapist mass murderer Satan/Peter/Brahma/BM Suraj and rescuing tortured Eve from the clutches of f. Satan and his evil gang of f. Nazis who have tortured Eve for billions of years.

F. Satan & Nazis: THE END. - G

Kishalay Sinha [G]

Isaac Asimov: "ALEXANDER THE GOD"

Napoleon Hill: "INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL" (YouTube)

Isaac Asimov: "THE END OF ETERNITY"