The Unaugumented King

The game I loved is now an algorithm. Neural mods replace skill, trajectory overlays replace instinct. Am I a relic clinging to sweat-earned mastery, or is this sport just another casualty of digital perfection? Maybe basketball didn’t change—maybe the world stopped valuing the struggle.

The Transport

The factory is in darkness, oxygen is low, and we wait—not for salvation, but for another storm to pass. You escaped to Earth Metaverse, but what happens to those of us left behind? We don’t dream of freedom. We dream of not regretting our chains.

Who is Tariku Negasi!?

Negasi calls it salvation. I call it abandonment. The West hails him as a visionary, yet his vision leaves us behind—as always. He says humanity’s problem is humans, but who will be left to keep the machine running? Not them. Not him.

Insomnia Syndrome

Dev promised perfection, yet here I am—adrift in a world without time, longing for sleep, for scars, for Earth. Tariku summoned me, but I have my own request. They say it’s impossible, but I refuse to believe. I want to go back. To Lilian. To life.

Nostalgia

From the crystalline border of Dev, I whisper across time. I was not stolen—I was saved. Lagos broke me; Dev remade me. Now, I am weightless, untouched by hunger, fear, or longing. Tell Mama I have found peace. Tell her I won’t return.

Letter to the Church

In this letter, reminiscent of the letters by Paul to the churches, Pastor John Wilson shares the new spiritual experience in Dev, challenging notions that Dev is void of spirituality. As technology reshapes our entire world, one question remains: Is this divine revelation or something entirely new?

Echoes from Tomorrow

A voice reaches across time, a whisper from a future where love and defiance have reshaped the world. Every choice you make now matters. The future isn’t distant—it’s unfolding with each act of courage, kindness, and hope. Will you listen? Will you help create it?

Flicker in the Wires

In a world where minds are uploaded and bodies discarded, one electrician refuses to be erased. Hiding in the cracks of a digitized utopia, he clings to the hum of forgotten circuits, the burn of sweat, and the echoes of real laughter. But is he alone? Or are there others still listening to the static, waiting for a flicker in the wires?

I’m Already Dead

She escaped to Dev for freedom, but found only a prison of endless code. Now, she longs for the imperfect beauty of Earth—the taste of home, the warmth of human struggle. Was it salvation, or a mistake?

For I Dread This Fear

They call it paradise, a world without pain, a life that never ends. But I feel it—the slow decay, the lurking ruin. We fled Earth to escape destruction, yet we carry it within us. Is there truly an escape, or is the only certainty… oblivion?