“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 World
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.
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.
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 New Kano Initiative
In the choking dust of a dying city, Dr Aisha Sani defied fate. As a sandstorm threatened to erase Kano, she unleashed Eko—an untested fusion of AI and nanotech. The world held its breath. Could humanity reclaim the future, or had nature already won?
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 