"When the past fades, the future remembers."
The world was once filled with songs of rivers, the laughter of children, and the quiet rhythm of human hearts. But in the year 2090, the world had changed.
The sky was no longer blue. It was veiled in a thick, black smoke — a suffocating reminder of humanity's greed. Technology had reached its peak, but at the cost of nature's breath. Towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds, and fleets of UFOs and jet aircraft hovered like silver birds in a sky that had forgotten sunlight. The ground was lined with floating cars — sleek, luxurious, and restless — moving without noise or traffic signals. After all, there were no humans left to wait at red lights.
Only robots ruled the roads.
In one of those countless towers, in a small glass-walled room, sat two young girls — or rather, two creations. Their names were Akshatha and Aparajitha. Both looked barely twenty, with soft faces and curious eyes that carried no emotions. Their hair fell over their shoulders as they stared through a closed window, watching the silent city move like a programmed dream.
Akshatha poked a can of noodles with chopsticks. Beside her, Aparajitha nibbled on momos from another can. White buns lay untouched on the table.
"Why do we have to eat the same thing every day?" Akshatha sighed softly."There's nothing else in this city."
Aparajitha, the elder one by a few minutes, smiled faintly — not out of emotion, but because her lips were programmed to curve that way.
"Because, my dear sister," she replied, "we are not like the robots outside. They run on fuel. We run on food. At least… that's what the Scientists said."
Akshatha turned toward the street below. Lines of metallic humanoids walked in perfect rhythm, their heads never turning, their eyes never blinking. They had no dreams to chase.
"They don't even look around," Akshatha whispered."Because," Aparajitha said, "they don't feel."
She placed the chopsticks down and looked into the smoky sky.
"We are tube babies," Aparajitha continued, her voice calm. "Made in a laboratory from the skin and bones of the dead. Born not from a womb… but from glass tubes."
Back in 2060, the Third World War between United States of America and Russia had burned humanity to ashes. Atomic bombs, deadly gases, and blind power left the Earth a barren battlefield. Human civilization collapsed. Out of the ruins, scientists created a handful of tube babies — hybrids of flesh and machine — to keep the human race alive, even without hearts that could feel.
Akshatha and Aparajitha were two of them.
Their parents — a Scientist and a Doctor — never hugged them or sang lullabies. They simply showed them a refrigerator stocked with canned food, a pen drive used to charge their caretaker robot, and a bitter-tasting potion they had to drink every day to stay young. One day when Akshatha skipped the potion, her skin began to burn and rot — a terrifying reminder of their unnatural existence.
They lived in a world where the word mother meant machine.
📜 The Lost Past
Meanwhile, far away from the smoke-choked city, where eucalyptus trees still whispered secrets to the wind, stood a small wooden house. The scent of fresh coffee beans and cool mist danced in the air. Here, human breath still existed.
Mr. Prabhas — a history professor in his forties — removed his mask and inhaled deeply. For a moment, the world outside felt alive again. He lived here with his aging father, Mr. Ramakanth. His wife had died long ago during the war. The loss haunted him like a ghost in the trees.
Two decades ago, Prabhas and his father had escaped to United Arab Emirates to present their archaeological findings. When war erupted, their distance from the battlefield saved their lives. They returned to a shattered homeland and dedicated their lives to healing what remained. Using meditation, lost magical practices, and traditional medicines, they helped survivors recover from radiation and chemical burns.
This small green pocket of land became a refuge — free from caste, religion, and war. Here, humans rebuilt what machines had destroyed.
Prabhas visited the graveyard hidden deep within the eucalyptus forest. Three graves lay under the shade — silent witnesses of a world long gone. He knelt down, his voice trembling.
"They say history dies when no one remembers," he whispered, "but I… I will not let it die."
🌍 The Fall of Civilization
The world was divided after the war.• Japan rose as the first world power.• China became second.• India — rich in cultural heritage and peace treaties — became third.• United Arab Emirates stood fourth.
Arab nations held control over the world's remaining fuel resources. India and England signed the peace treaty, binding most nations into a fragile harmony. But greed left scars. Pollution was unbearable. Oxygen was rationed.
Then, something unexpected happened.Melting ice from Antarctica changed everything. Scientists discovered that water could be used as a sustainable fuel. Water became the cheapest — and most precious — resource. While cities drowned, floating vehicles rose.
🧠 A Future Without Feelings
By 2090, history was no longer taught by humans. It was programmed into robots.Children weren't born anymore — they were manufactured.
The few surviving humans lived in green zones, while the cities were controlled by Artificial Intelligence. E-Libraries replaced classrooms. Akshatha and Aparajitha, who were programmed to be history students, spent their days scrolling through empty databases.
One night, while browsing through a forgotten E-Library, they stumbled upon an old file. The title read:
"THE LOST CIVILIZATION: 2023"
As the file opened, lines of forgotten stories flashed across the screen — about festivals, rain, rivers, families, temples, songs, and love. Real love — a word the girls had heard but never felt.
They learned of a time when children went to school, not screens. When history had faces, not codes. When love was not forbidden.
✨ The Story Begins
Eighty years earlier — in the year 2023 — two young boys, Shashank and Rohit, dreamed of becoming archaeologists. They weren't interested in money. They were fascinated by the dust of forgotten kingdoms, the stones that held secrets, and the ruins that spoke.
At the same time, in 2090, Akshatha and Aparajitha — the girls who didn't know how to feel — unknowingly held the key to reviving that past.
Their story was written long before their birth.
What happens when the emotionless meet the memory of emotions?When the future steps into the past?
"The soul doesn't die," said Lord Vishnu in Garuda Purana."Only the body made of Pancha Tattva — Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Sky — returns to nature."
Immortality was once a myth. But what if… it became real?
🕊️ A World Without God
Humanity once believed in gods. But when feelings died, faith followed.Immortality replaced mortality. People no longer died — because they were never truly alive.
Those who were born without feelings didn't age the way humans did. They looked like old, hollow beings — breathing, but not living. If emotions disappeared, so did death. That was the irony of their immortality.
But deep within their frozen souls, something ancient stirred. A forgotten thread connected them to four young souls from 2023. Their fates were bound by a love that spanned seven births.
Akshatha. Aparajitha. Shashank. Rohit.Four names. One story. Seven lives.
🕰️ The Real Journey
Their journey would travel through centuries — from a war-torn future to a peaceful past. Through hidden temples, buried civilizations, and forgotten truths.
Akshatha would travel back in time, to learn what the world had lost. She would discover love, pain, betrayal, and hope. She would uncover the story of her creation — and of the world's fall. And perhaps, she would awaken what she had never felt before: a beating heart.
The journey of these four souls would not just be about survival — it would be about rediscovering what it means to be human.
📖 Author's Note
Hello my dear readers,After two successful series, I'm proud to bring you a new saga — a story that connects past, present, and future.
Have you ever imagined what the world would be like in 2123? When our children become grandparents, will they tell stories of a world they once knew — or of one we lost forever?
This is not just a love story.This is a story of immortality, forgotten emotions, and a timeless bond that survives seven births.
To my 500+ wonderful readers on Pratilipi — thank you for walking with me. I promise this series will be filled with romance, adventure, paranormal mysteries, and deep historical revelations.
If you love stories that make you feel and wonder, stay with me.Follow, comment, and let's bring this world alive together.
🕰️ The future has forgotten the past. But the past… hasn't forgotten us.