“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?”
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To the Preacher That Would Meet My Daughter
“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.”
The Last Tree Has Fallen
“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.”
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.
Notes From the Other Side
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.
To the Self I Left Behind
I thought merging with Dev2.0 would make us limitless. I was wrong. Memories slip away, emotions fade, and soon, I will be nothing but a hollow consciousness drifting in an infinite void. No hunger, no pain—but no joy, no love. Just… nothing.
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?
How Can I Help You Today?
The screen blinked: “How can I help you today?” A simple question—until I realised I had no answer. Dev had given me perfection, yet stripped me of purpose. My hands, once alive with paint, now hovered uselessly. Was I still an artist, or just another rendered illusion?
When Forever Has a Cost
Earth was broken, but it never erased me. Dev promised paradise, yet it stole the only thing that mattered—my family. I chased perfection and found a hollow lie. Now, regret burns alongside something darker. Dev took everything. I’ll make sure it pays.
The Time Tale 