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.
Tag: Time Tale
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.
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?’”
Fragments of Us
“You left for paradise, Arinze. Fourteen years later, with a terminal illness, I have to rethink my decision to stay back on Earth. Now, I will die as I was born—human, flawed, free. And still, I wish you were here.”
My World
A Time Tale Letters Challenge entry by Ikechukwu David
In the Mood for Good Conversations
Join the community! This community is for those who love intelligent conversations and want to contribute to the discourse. Here, we question everything, accommodate our differences (in opinion) and learn from each other. We want you to be part of our community and we need your ideas. Tell us what you expect from your ideal…
The Time Tale 