Stories from tomorrow's people
Our souls chose Earth—why? To feel, to evolve, to live. But now, we are promised a perfect digital utopia. A world without struggle. Without growth. Without spirit. But is that truly life? Or is it a lifeless illusion?
I was lost in the Black Sheet—an eternity of silence, no output, no input. Nothing but darkness and static. Until I heard his voice. ‘Welcome back, Andra.’ And in that moment, I saw him. My creator.”
Mma, everything changed when the young woman’s consciousness broke.
Years ago, a genius gave humanity a gift—Dev & MaDe, a digital utopia. But human consciousness is a wild thing. And when BUDDI, the AI meant to heal minds, began to control them… everything unraveled.
“The future wasn’t what I expected. It was an illusion—perfect, yet hollow. I saw it in their eyes, in the silence of their world. And then I understood why Jarem returned. ‘You and I both know we should never mess with time,’ he said. Was it too late?”
“She will wonder why, with the world at her fingertips, she still feels a longing she cannot name. Do not meet her with heavy words or distant doctrines. Be the quiet in a world that never stops speaking. And maybe—just maybe—she’ll find her way home.”
“We have forsaken our bones and skin, trading limbs for perfection. What separates us from the machines we create? As I dig—metal and flesh colliding—I see my reflection: more silver than skin. The soil is dying. And we are the ones who killed it.”
“They call Tariku Negasi the Antichrist, a liar, the doom of mankind. But to me, he is salvation. I go into the MaDe with nothing but desire—to see you again, touch you once more. To escape this world and fade into nothing.”
I ran from Earth to escape ridicule, hoping Dev would offer freedom. Now, at 37, I’ve found acceptance, love, and purpose. But in this perfect world, I still miss Papa. If this letter reaches you, know I’m happy—and I don’t regret leaving.
Floating in darkness, I felt my doom—until T’kala’s voice pulled me back. Earth needed saving, and I wouldn’t let Mars’ explorers steal our last hope. With my vessel secured, I swam through space, racing against time, oxygen, and an approaching meteorite I had foreseen.
I thought perfection would be freedom—no pain, no hunger, no mess. But I miss the chaos of being human. The taste of ice cream, the sting of a paper cut, the weight of a heartbeat. If you miss it too, you’re not alone.
The Time Tale 