Columbia University

With a two months long sailing trip, we arrived from Kolkata to New York.

Right now, the currencies around the world are backed by gold, and UK's pound is the strongest because it has looted the most from India and Africa. But even after the loot, the household gold probably exceeds all other countries combined in India.

Father 'gifted' half kg of gold to the governor of West Bengal to facilitate our settlement in New York and a recommendation letter to Columbia University, New York.

I could have gone to UK, but I don't want to do anything with that theif, and certainly not let them take credit of 'my' works.

Sorry Einstein, but I will be stealing some of your works. In exchange, I will invite you to India during my rule to become the professor of a university during the Nazi regime. 

Anyway, I didn't realise how much racist and extremist the Westerners are. A White guy in the ship kept preaching Jesus to us and calling hindu gods and goddesses whatnot. 

The irony of 'Jesus loves all' .

The first thing I am doing in my rule is to ban these missionaries, who shove their bible and take people's gold, and if that doesn't happen, shove a bullet.

Some may be good, but the majority are the worst criminals in existence.

I sighed as we were looking for a house close to the University.

"300 dollars a month."

"Sir, this house isn't worth 300, much less 300 a month. Can you guys just be like, stop being racists for a moment?"

"What the hell is racist, bitch?"

Aaargh! Getting a house is so hard! All house has bastards like him.

"What is he saying Saraswati?"

Oh, papa and mummy don't know any language other than Bengali. I must not tell them that he just called a 5 year old kid a bitch. If he attacks the man, we will end up in jail. US police was famous world-wide 123 years later, so I don't even want to have a face-off against them in this dark period.

"Papa, he is saying 300 dollars a month. Let's just head to the University and ask them for arrangements."

"Alright."

"Namaste Uncle."

"Who the f*ck are you calling Uncle!?"

Uggh, I might develop racism against these White people. Not one person we encountered was sane. 

As we were heading to the University, Mummy asked, "Saraswati, are you sure we should live here? Will we be okay? Will you be okay?"

Mummy was obviously scared, and Papa too. I am just a 5 year old kid, Hindu and non-White. It wouldn't be weird if they bully me, and even try to steal my achievements. Columbia is a reputed University, but I can't really know what will happen. Afterall, the narrative was controlled by the West, and it could be seen even 123 years later. BBC, New York Times, all are Western Propaganda channels. What if they paint me as a scammer and publish false news like me stealing some random person's work?

Mummy has brought 5kg of gold, so I will buy some shares of a newspaper company. And I will become an angel investor in Boeing when it gets established at the start of WW1. It will help in becoming allies with the US, and also building of aircrafts for Indian millitary for WW2. 

As we entered the university, I showed the recommendation letter and we were sent straight to the principal's office. 

"Oh welcome! How can I help you?" 

"I am here to take admission in general engineering. I am here following the directions of God."

The principal made a face, and then read the recommendation letter. 

"Saraswati Gupta. Is that your name?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Alright. How about you write up a test for me? And then we can have the interview." 

"Alright." 

"Dear Parents, can you wait outside for a bit?" 

"Mummy, Papa, he is saying to wait outside for a bit. He will take test." 

"Can't we remain here?" 

"Papa, wait outside. I will be fine." 

After looking at me worriedly, they left the office to wait outside. 

As the principal saw the gate closing, he asked me, "Your parents don't know English? Who taught you then?" 

"God." 

Yeah, I going to use God for every bullshit I will spout from now on. 

"Alright kid. I am Maxwell Anthony. I am the Principal of Columbia University."

"Saraswati Gupta. I am the messenger of God." 

His eye twitched, and he gestured me to take a seat.

He then opened his drawer, and started searching through some papers. 

"So, what did god tell you?" 

"She gave me some knowledge in physics and some miscellaneous stuff, and told me to graduate from this university as soon as possible and wait for next command." 

"'She?'" 

"God is omnipotent and is any and every form in the universe. I like to think of her as 'she'." 

"Alright. Solve this paper. It's from the final year of the physics Undergraduate written test." 

He handed me a question paper and some sheets, along with a pen. 

Let's see... High school stuff, oh, the Thompson's atomic model, it seems like Rutherford, Bohr and Quantum models haven't been discovered yet. Then the circuit problems that I did in 11th, some tools and stuff. 

Heh. 

I easily solved the question's, and even proved that Thompson's model is wrong, and drew the Quantum model rough diagram. After checking the calculations and stuff, I handed him the answer sheets. 

"It looks like I will be able to graduate in six months." 

The principal was shocked by the proof of Thompson's model being wrong, which I studied in the first year. Now I am thankful that I learnt it despite it being useless in engineering. 

He then looked at the rough diagram without labelling, and then asked, "Why didn't you elaborate it?" 

"Sir, the question didn't ask. Plus, I would like to publish papers regarding this. So, should I assume that I am getting admission? I would like if I get good amount of research grants and media coverage. I must walk the path pointed by God for me."

He took out some papers, wrote something, signed somewhere, and handed me a paper. 

"Miss Saraswati, welcome to the Columbia University."

And I smiled. First step of my plan is a success.