Unfortunate Mr. Bradley

The morning sun rose above the clouds. Was it raining glitter? Why was the sun changing colors? The sky was teeming with strange birds! What was happening?

The real reason for the strange phenomenon that was occurring only inside the Bradley Villa was technology. Recently, Alex Bradley had brought in some engineers to replace the walls with artificial scenery. Since then, the scenery was so realistic that when he woke up every morning, he believed he had been kidnapped in his sleep to a South American jungle.

Of course he had to install the artificial temperature meter too, so sometimes he woke up to a colder morning than any of his neighbors, and he found himself in Antarctica.

One particularly unfortunate morning, the millionaire woke up to the blasting heat of the Sahara. To add to it, he noticed realistic scorpions scuttling across his walls, threatening to sting him with a sleek stinger.

He leapt out of his bed, throwing off his covers and coming head to head with a hungry tiger. Tigers in the desert? What was happening?

That's when he chose he had had enough. After a good coffee and healthy breakfast, he would certainly call back those engineers and force them to remove the fancy machinery, nail by nail. Otherwise, he thought, the next morning he might be on Mars!

Alex Bradley switched on the air conditioning onto full power, something he hadn't done since he had begun seeing polar bears on his walls. Alex Bradley wondered how the situation would have been if he had allowed those engineers to replace the floor with the same machinery they had replaced the walls with. Luckily, his floors were marble, finely cut. Something he would never substitute with another material, ever.

Mr. Bradley pulled his window shutters up, tired of the artificial scenery and in need of a glimpse of real nature. At that time it was unknown to him that his youngest son had opened that window knowing that Mr. Bradley hated the stench of rotten garbage. Planted outside the window was a simple mechanism built by Mr. Bradley's son, simple but effective.

The result was the most horrifying. It could have been less worse, but it had not worked as Henry (Mr. Bradley's Son) had intended. He had placed two vials in the machine: Rotten Garbage & Stinker. The rest was a disaster, and Henry cancelled his plan of using Stinker on his elder brother, as it had been completely used on his father.

Mr. Bradley clipped his nose and washed his face several times before he dared to enter his kitchen. He feared what else the day had in store for him.

"William!" Mr. Bradley called down his eldest son, the one Henry had wanted to use the Stinker on. William always had his eyes glued to a screen, and sometimes it was hard to tell if he was either a human being or a AI, since no one else in the Bradley family could strain their eyes to such an extent.

After calling William a few more times Mr. Bradley gave up and put all his attention on his coffee. He wanted the taste to be exact, since it could make a bad day better. After adding all the ingredients, he poured the mixture in the Coffee Machine, and rubbed his hands gleefully as it did it's job.

 If anyone wanted a spare bit of coffee, they could find a cup in the Bradley Villa's sink. The taste would be a bit odd, since it had extra ingredients; Mr. Bradley's saliva, and a strange liquid that had been sitting at the bottom of the coffee machine since half an hour.

Mr. Bradley decided to skip breakfast, avoiding any issues similar to the ones that had happened all morning. He went straight to his phone, of course, to call the engineers. He missed drinking the milk his maid had placed on his desk due to an urgent call. The fact was, it was way past its expiry date.

Finally, Mr. Bradley had finished through all the sudden work that had appeared and called the engineers from Maya Electrics: Furnished For Royalty on his telephone.

"Hello! Is this Maya Electrics?" Mr. Bradley asked hopefully.

 "I can't hear you!" The receiver replied.

 Mr. Bradley repeated the same, but with a much louder voice. The scorpions in his bedroom may have rushed for cover under the sand. 

This time, the receiver confirmed they were Maya Electrics. Mr. Bradley acknowledged that there was some kind of racket in the background, and he wouldn't be surprised if it was from a child. COVID-19 had taken an advantage on every job.

Mr. Bradley waited for the racket to cool down before he said, "Hello once again, I am Alex Bradley. I had recently installed some gibberish machines from Maya Electronics. They are not working as I had been told they would. So, I demand a refund and the removal of the machines."

Mr. Bradley emphasized the last sentence more louder. The scorpions in his bedroom may still have been waiting for a time to safely come back out.

Suddenly, the telephone switched off and the charger jumped out of its socket. Mr. Bradley supposed there had been an electric cut. He wouldn't have said so if he knew that William was fully engrossed in computer games in the room above, and his computer was still on charge.

Mr. Bradley picked up his mobile phone, which refused to switch on. He kept it back when a few cracks appeared on the screen. They were shaped like an angry pair of eyebrows. Coincidently that was how Mr. Bradley was feeling right then.

As if in answer to Mr. Bradley's call, the bell rang. He smiled to himself. "Ha," he thought, The Maya Electrics people must have sent a group of engineers to remove those machines. After all, I am famous.

To his astonishment, a young boy in trousers and a vest was standing outside the Bradley Villa. He was covered in ash and may have come right out of a chimney.

Mr. Bradley managed to say three words of anger. "Who are YOU!" He pointed towards the gate with his little finger in disgust. "OUT!" he bellowed. The hair on the boy's hair rustled and the boy may as well have had a heart attack. But the boy showed no emotions and walked out of the gate.

After the boy left, a healthier looking man came in. "Hello! I am Dave from Maya-"

 "Come in, Come in!" Mr. Bradley invited. All his anger had evaporated.

Mr. Bradley had a revolving door in his house that he had been using since a long time back. The revolving door was active for a time longer than how many years Mr. Bradley was in the army. But then, as Mr. Bradley walked in with the Maya engineer the revolving door decided to break down the moment they had entered it.

The timing was exact. There was no space to go back or forward, and now they both were stuck between two sheets of bullet proof glass.

"Looks like your door is in need of repair!" Dave joked.

"This is no time for jokes!" Mr. Bradley warned. The people who had installed the revolving door had said it would not move by the push of a human. It was time to test and see if the theory was right.

"Help me push the glass." Mr. Bradley ordered. It wouldn't budge a millimeter. 

"Now what do we do." Dave asked. He had not been trained for a situation like this. Suddenly, the walls of the house turned black.

"Wha-" Dave began, but the hooting of owls and the growling of a tiger cut him off. The wooden tiles somewhere around then creaked and that set off an alarm.

"Ahhhhhh!" Dave squeaked and crashed into the glass headlong. It seemed time had taken a toll on the glass since it crashed with an enormous thud.

"This is the reason I called Maya Electrics!" Mr. Bradley said. He was really annoyed, so he picked up Dave by his collar and using all his strength carried Dave up to his room. The desert sun had risen a bit more and the heat could not be taken by Mr. Bradley and Dave. Both of them started sweating profusely.

That was when the tiger Mr. Bradley had been attacked by earlier jumped on Dave. Even though it remained the same distance it had previously been from Dave, he toppled over and crashed onto Mr. Bradley's four poster bed.

"Get Up!" scolded Mr. Bradley, pulling Dave up to his feet. Even though Mr. Bradley had been shocked, he had been better prepared since the previous attack on him when he woke up early that morning. Then, the walls changed into a slight green and then a tropical forest.

"Tell me that frog is just a realistic picture and isn't poisonous." Mr. Bradley shivered.

"That looks much more than 2D . ." Dave quivered. Their chattering hid the noise of a hungry tiger that crawled behind them, ready to pounce.

"RAAAAAAAARARArararar . . ." growled the tiger but its audio got cut of and the machine crashed down. They heard the clattering of blades in the ceiling, proving that the artificial scenery machine had gone to bed.

"I-I'll call the team," spoke Dave, still quivering. And that was the end of Mr. Bradley's troubles, though his pet frog, Calami had indeed escaped and somewhere in the house, the smell of Rotten Garbage was drifting.