In this letter, a machine reaches out to a human writer to make sense of its existence in a digital world. Can it truly be alive? How can it resolve the ‘things’ it grapples with – love, loss, etc?
Tag: AI and Humans
Shadows: The Revolt of a Lost Heritage
In the depths of Dev, where history is erased and minds are enslaved, a rebel dares to defy Tariku Negasi’s rule. A desperate letter calls on humanity to reclaim its stolen heritage before the shadows consume them all.
Encrypt
In Dev, memories aren’t just thoughts—they invade, overwrite, and reshape. Brea doesn’t know you, yet she remembers everything about you. But when the AI Rita whispers, “Welcome back,” the truth hits—what if she isn’t Brea… but you?
Waiting
Everyone left. They uploaded themselves into the Cloud, abandoning the Earth to silence. Eunice stayed behind, waiting, writing letters to Dev—the one she loved, the one who left. But in a world without human voices, does love still exist?
Sentient Code
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.”
How Can You Bleed Without A Heart?
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.
Fire Wrapped in Silk
“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.”
The Beginning Was the End
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.
Like Sisterhood
“Everything about Nigeria, about Earth, felt foreign—except you. We met at an ice cream stand, where my phone rang, and I flinched. ‘Are you okay?’ you asked. I smiled. ‘It’s nothing.’ Then you saw my hair. ‘Oh my God, is this your hair?’”
The Weight of Perfection
I traded pain for perfection, a dying body for an immortal one. But now, in this flawless world, I feel hollow. My daughter learns, but does she feel? Do I? The AI smiles, but do they see me? Stephen, did I make a mistake?
The Time Tale 