“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.”
Tag: TechandSociety
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.
Where is the Man in Human?
We built a world without sickness, old age, or death. But at what cost? In Dev, we have everything—except soul, culture, identity. I miss the music, the stories, the traditions. We finally did it. We built a world without a sense of humanity.
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?
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 Price of Forever
We erased time, and with it, we erased meaning. No pain, no struggle—just an endless now. Culture reduced to downloads, tradition to performance. A boy wears a mask, mimics a dance, earns a badge. But can something survive when it no longer carries its truth?
Glitches
Lila saw the patterns. The repetitions. The nightmares of lives she never lived. When the hooded figure led her to the library, she found truth—DeV wasn’t perfect; it was haunted. Now, she’s trapped, fighting to free others, condemned to an eternity of knowing too much.
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.
The Time Tale 