F. M. Rayaan
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Writing deeply human stories about love, heartbreak, emotions, attachment, attraction, and emotional survival — exploring human behavior, healthy relationships, peace, and freedom through psychology, reflection, and real lived experience.
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Your Digital Twin Lives Forever: Ready for Immortality?
My Digital Ghost Moment Last month, I watched a video of my late grandpa. His laugh, his quirky “well, shoot” catchphrase—it hit like a ton of bricks. He’s been gone five years, but what if I could chat with him again? Not through a Ouija board, but an AI clone, a digital twin with his voice, memories, and cheesy jokes. This isn’t sci-fi anymore. Tech companies are crafting AI clones—virtual versions of you that could “live” forever. At 29, I’m equal parts spooked and intrigued. I dug into the tech, from Silicon Valley breakthroughs to tech blogs buzzing about digital immortality, to figure out what this means. Could your essence outlast your body? Here’s the scoop on AI cloning’s how, why, and “what now,” plus questions to ask before uploading your soul.
By F. M. Rayaan7 months ago in Futurism
The Diary of the Person Who Will Ruin You
It started with a storm. The kind of storm that makes the air hum like an old television and makes you question if something's about to go terribly wrong. Eli didn't like storms, but he liked staying inside even less. He’d always been the kind of person who walked until his thoughts quieted down.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The People Who Were Never Born
Dr. Ethan Clarke had never believed in alternate realities. A man grounded in logic, physics, and the unyielding laws of nature. But on one quiet November evening, in the stillness of his lab in Boston, everything he believed about the universe shattered.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Love: How Dark Psychology Shapes Gen Z's Romantic Connections
My Swipe-Right Wake-Up Call Last summer, I got ghosted. Not a polite “hey, I’m not feeling it” fade, but a full-on disappearing act after weeks of flirty DMs and late-night TikTok binges together. I was 24, freshly dumped, and wondering if I’d misread every heart-eyes emoji. As a Gen Z-er, my love life’s been shaped by swipes, snaps, and stories, but this felt different—meaner, almost calculated. That’s when I stumbled on “dark psychology,” the sneaky art of manipulation, and realized it’s creeping into Gen Z’s romantic connections like a bad filter. Tactics like gaslighting, love-bombing, and ghosting aren’t just buzzwords—they’re rewiring how we love in the digital age, with social media cranking the toxicity to 11. I dug into the psychology, leaned on 2025 research, and talked to friends to unpack how these behaviors mess with our hearts and heads. Here’s the tea: love’s got a shadow side, but you can spot it and shut it down.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Humans
How AI Avatars Are Redefining Personal Branding in 2025
My Awkward Zoom Call and the Avatar Epiphany Last month, I totally tanked a Zoom pitch. My Wi-Fi was glitching, my cat decided to star in the background, and my “professional” energy screamed “panicked freelancer who forgot to brush their hair.” I wished I could’ve sent a suave, unflappable version of myself—one that doesn’t stutter or sweat buckets. That’s where AI avatars come in, the 2025 game-changer that’s got everyone from LinkedIn hustlers to TikTok creators rethinking how they show up online. These hyper-realistic digital twins, powered by some serious AI magic, can talk, smile, and sell your brand 24/7, no coffee spills or bad hair days needed. A 2025 Newsweek article called AI the “architect of our online personas,” and I’m sold—but also a bit weirded out. Are we crafting epic brands or creepy clones? I dove into the top AI avatar trends, from platforms like HeyGen to the ethical quicksand, to figure out how they’re reshaping who we are online. Spoiler: it’s wild, it’s weird, and it’s not all sunshine. Here’s the scoop, with hacks to make avatars work for you—without selling your soul.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Futurism
Pilgrim’s Price
She came with dust on her boots and a prayer on her lips. The town was too quiet. Shops still had fruit in their baskets—wrinkled, dry. Horses stood frozen like statues. Children curled on porches as if caught mid-laughter. But no one breathed. No one blinked.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
