Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran
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As a technology and innovation enthusiast, I aim to bring fresh perspectives to my readers, drawing from my experience.
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📝 Memory for Sale: When Nostalgia Becomes a Business Model. AI-Generated.
Nostalgia used to be a fleeting emotion—a sudden warmth when you smelled your grandmother’s cookies or an old song on the radio that transported you to high school days. But in today’s algorithm-driven, consumer-focused world, nostalgia is no longer a personal feeling. It’s a commodity. A business model. A product line with a targeted ad campaign.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in FYI
The Dimming Mind: How Convenience Culture Is Making Us Forget How to Think. AI-Generated.
We live in an age of astonishing ease. With a few taps, we summon dinner, diagnose a rash, translate a foreign text, or generate an entire business plan. Algorithms anticipate our desires before we consciously register them. The idea that technology should do the thinking for us has become not only accepted—but celebrated.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Psyche
The Exhaustion Gap: Why Rest Feels Illegal in a Burnout Society. AI-Generated.
It’s 7:15 a.m. The train rattles forward as exhausted faces stare blankly at their phones, coffee cups, or the blur outside the window. One passenger leans her head on the glass, not asleep, but not fully awake either — suspended in that gray zone between trying and giving up. She isn’t lazy. She’s just tired — deeply tired. Not the kind of tired sleep can fix, but the kind that comes from carrying the silent weight of having to prove her worth every waking moment.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Motivation
The Day I Accidentally Became Someone Else Online. AI-Generated.
It was 2:17 a.m. when I created the account. I had no intention of becoming anyone other than myself. I was simply trying to register for a forum dedicated to obscure science fiction novels — the kind with interdimensional librarians and planets powered by poetry.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Fiction
2070: Alone on Earth – Day Six. AI-Generated.
The sixth day starts with static. It’s barely dawn when the radio crackles, not a clear signal but a messy tangle of sound—hints of a pulse, then noise. I’m already awake. Echo stirred hours ago and refused to settle, pacing between rooms, pausing by the window.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Futurism
2070: Alone on Earth – Day Five. AI-Generated.
The morning begins not with silence, but with sound. A bark—short, sharp, insistent. Echo stands by the front door, ears perked, tail still, staring through the dusty glass. I approach slowly, unsure of what he’s reacting to. The street beyond remains still. No movement. No noise beyond the distant rustle of wind.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Futurism
2070: Alone on Earth – Day Three. AI-Generated.
The third day arrives with pale light filtering through cracked blinds. I sit at the edge of my bed longer than usual. My muscles are sore, my mind quieter. It’s the first morning that feels less like an emergency and more like an existence. There’s a strange comfort in the routine—the knowledge that I survived another night. That I can still decide how to shape the day ahead.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Futurism
2070: Alone on Earth – Day Two. AI-Generated.
The sun rises again, and with it, so do I. For the first time in my life, I awaken without a single external obligation—no deadlines, no meetings, no news cycles. Only the haunting silence of a world once teeming with motion.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Futurism
2070: Alone on Earth – Day One. AI-Generated.
I wake abruptly, jolted by a silence that feels unnatural. For a moment, confusion grips me, tangled remnants of a nightmare. But clarity swiftly follows, harsh and inescapable. It's not just quiet—it's utterly lifeless.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran8 months ago in Futurism
