Matt was fuming with anger and pain, as he sat on the bench of a lonely park. He wanted to cry, scream and run away as far as he could. His mind was racing through the path of his own life. His parents' divorce, followed by his sister's death, were an unexpected slap on his life. He moved out of his house soon after his high school and hated his step dad more than anything or anybody. He hated his mother too. And she never bothered about it. For her, Matt was a living reminder of her miserable past. Matt wanted to stay with his father. But, he couldn't trace out whether his father was alive or dead. Then he decided to handle his life by himself. But he knew, it was already too much for a seventeen year old to handle. He started working and earned some quids to meet his needs. He was only able to afford a small shattered studio in the rundown areas of Wythenshawe. He aspired to study Electronics in the University of Manchester. He loved working in the restaurants at the Oxford Road, as the street buzzed with students. And this kept reminding him of his dreams and he stayed focussed. It has been three years since he started working. He has made enough money for his degree and was about to join the University. He was happy that his life is getting better. So he called his mother to share the happiness. But when he called his mom that evening, his step dad abused him and spoiled his joy. He was feeling aloof and lost. He heart was venting out agony like an erupting volcano and the pain was running all over him.
He sat there without noticing that the dark had crept in. Suddenly, he was disturbed by a tiny red flashing light, passing across him. It looked like a toy spaceship. May be compared to a miniature Saturn on wheels. He picked it up and looked closely. It consisted of a plate like structure, of nearly two inch thickness and 5 to 6 inches diameter, with a spherical ball like structure of 3 inch diameter, sitting in the middle. At the bottom was a minute button, which can only be pressed using the tip of a pen. The red light at the top began to flash in quick succession. He immediately took out a pen and pressed the button. The light went off. He wasn't sure what surprise it was concealing. He immediately dropped it inside his bag and started walking. He took longer steps and quicker pace, to reach his house soon, as he couldn't wait to investigate the object.
He kept it on his kitchen work top and searched through his tools junk to find an appropriate tool to open it. Suddenly, he heard a mild rumbling noise from the object. He was bit scared to go near and check it. But before he could do anything, it caught fire by itself and burnt down into ashes. He couldn't believe what he just saw. The shining metallic object that made him curious an hour ago was nothing but a spoonful of ashes. He stayed in his bed for a while. Then he went into the kitchen and touched the ash. It was very cold and thoroughly burnt. He collected the powder in a box and left it in the corner of the room.
After that night, he totally forgot about it, as he got busy with his University admission. When his classes started, he started devoting more time in the laboratory and library. His love for electronics and thirst for more knowledge, kept his fire of passion alive. Still he worked parttime,as a delivery boy in a chinese takeaway to meet his needs. After a couple of months, as he was walking down the path alongside Mersey River, he noticed an object similar to the one he saw the other night. He grabbed it and ran back to the University lab, before it turns into ashes. He carefully cut open the plate. It had a tracking system, a mobile sim and its circuit and an igniter fitted with a timer. The timer was counting down and he realised that it might trigger ignition and so he stopped it. He had no clue about the spherical ball that sat in the middle of the object. When he cut open the ball, he saw a bag of crystals in it. The crystals were reddish, translucent and very tiny.
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