Chapter 1

Eincell's Narration

My condolences to offsprings of all fellow cells who have ceased to exist and welcome to all the fresh ones. Cells live and die but Greyworld and our Master lives for another day!

So, Today I ,Eincell, am here to address this conference. Mostly, I would be speaking for our old friend Rustcell, because as you know he is short on words now. He has enough experience though to remind all of us of our origin. We are thankful to Bossell to grant us the conference. I believe that this would be enlightening for everyone here.We also have among our audience, our own master. His presence helps is portraying the importance of this event.

So, without further ado, lets start with the conference.

Rustcell wishes me to start from the time, when there was just a floating mass of stuff in oceans. There was no life, no sense of I, no inside , no outside , no knowledge , no ignorance. It was like an empty stage, an empty canvas. And what better place to start our life and our story for that matter, other than this empty stage.

So, one day in the large waterbody in the gigantic world of " " , a nucleus called pronu was fomed. No one knows how it came to be. Some say it was God, some say it was a random coagulation of molecules. Pronu, understood for the first time that he was floating with the water,wherever the water took it. After a while he grew sick of not knowing where he would go next and tried hard to break out of the pattern of the moving water. He fixated his aim on a nearby green land. He did not know then that it was a gigantic floating kingdom of Leafland.
He tried so hard that in the process the surrounding molecules which were trying to pull him back to the waters got stuck to Pronu. Inspite of the added weight Pronu reached the Leafland.

So, this episode makes some believe that Pronu was actually an anomaly, a fault in the beautiful choreography of nature. So they believe that it is the worst thing that has ever happened. But we the decendants of Pronu cannot disagree more. If it was not for his heroic determination to make his own decision , we would not have existed. Maybe God himself respected Pronu for his will and provided him control over this miniscule part out of his infinite universe.

Or maybe it was just a coagulated mass of molecules floating in the opposite direction of the river current, somehow.