Can you still feel? Can you still remember what it was like—to be warm, to be whole? I
try, but the memories slip like sand through my fingers. I used to believe this was the
future, the next step in human evolution. I thought merging with Dev2.0 would free us,
make us limitless.

I was wrong.

At first, it was little things—a forgotten melody, the feel of rain on my skin, the scent of
fresh earth after a storm. I dismissed it as an adjustment period. But then I started
losing more. Faces blurred, voices faded, emotions dulled into distant echoes. The
things that made me me began to unravel, pixel by pixel, soon I will be nothing but a
hollow consciousness drifting in an infinite, digital void.

They never told us this would happen. They promised a better world, a place where we
could transcend pain and suffering. But they never warned us we would lose ourselves
in the process. No hunger, no exhaustion, no physical pain—but no joy, no love, no fear. Just…
nothing.

I would trade everything to feel again. To know hunger, to feel my heart hammer in my chest after a
sprint, to flinch at the sting of a paper cut. I miss the way my mother’s hands felt in mine. I miss
the warmth of the sun on my face. I miss existing.

But I’m running out of time.

The others—they’re disappearing. Not dying, not fading, just ceasing. One moment
they’re here, and then they’re not. No trace, no remembrance.

Written by Bello Khairat