My challenge was capturing this cube. I had to solve this cube within 30 minutes, and if I did not complete it within the given time period, I would have failed this mission.
Let me start from the beginning. A month ago, I was given the mission to complete this relic in order to have some fun. I thought it was cool. And without knowing, I shuffled it up. The ticking bomb started. One problem though. I didn’t know it was ticking.
Originally I thought, It’s going to be alright. I have lot of time to figure it out.
I picked it up once in a while and looked at it. I could get through one part of it, but I could never figure out the entire puzzle. So I put it down and came back to it later. This was on repeat for days and days.
I also first thought that there was no importance in this mission. I had more important things to do such as slay my grades with material stronger than any sword or build my blueprint for my fortress within 20 seconds. But defusing a bomb that I had no idea was a bomb? That was the least of my priorities.
Days and days this occurred. I saw it, I attempted to solve it, failed solving it, threw it across the room and picked it up the next day. And everyday, I was getting more curious on how it worked and how to solve it
I then saw an article about it talked about how it was sucking in the minds of many kids, teenagers, and adults.
“Oh no!” I was shocked. This bomb, this cube, this object, was becoming a world wide toy and it was brainwashing the students all together.
“Hey Harish, can I check out that cube?” I promptly heard my sister say.
I was shocked but it was too late. The bomb had exploded and many more would come again if I didn’t stop this one.
With more panic within me, I grasped the cube with my sweaty hands. I turned each of the panels and layers on it and matched up the colors.
My hands felt frozen.
My teeth were chattering.
And all of this led to the moment I am in right now.
Right freaking now.
Each turn was more important than the last, and if I made a mistake, I would have to start this all over again.
My sister asked me 15 minutes later, “Can you help me with this puzzle?”
I responded in a panic that may have turned into a shout, “NO! THE WORLD RELIES ON ME SOLVING THIS CUBE SO DON’T DISTURB ME!” My sister went back to her workspace trying to find the missing piece of the 300 piece puzzle.
After a countless number of twisting and turning, I saw the end of the cube near.
I also heard the mission leader in my ear say, “H you have one minute left.”
Adrenaline rushed into me and my hands started moving faster, and faster, and faster. The colors on the cube started to become a blur and I could only hope that I knew what I was doing. Then, my hands started slowing down to see what was happening.
My finger moved as the final turn in my Rubik’s cube completed the simple colors on each side.
“Yes!” I thought when another thought dawned upon me.
“Can you help me now?” my sister said with her 300 puzzle pieces scattered over the floor.
“Agent H, your mission, do you choose to accept it?”
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