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.”
Tag: Transcendence
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.
An Experience in Time
“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?”
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.”
Letter to 2025
I ran from Earth to escape ridicule, hoping Dev would offer freedom. Now, at 37, I’ve found acceptance, love, and purpose. But in this perfect world, I still miss Papa. If this letter reaches you, know I’m happy—and I don’t regret leaving.
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.
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.
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?
The Time Tale 