“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?”
Tag: Virtual Reality
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.”
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.
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?
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?
The Time Tale 