Habibullah
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Storyteller of worlds seen & unseen ✨ From real-life moments to pure imagination, I share tales that spark thought, wonder, and smiles daily
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Children of the Moon Colony
Luna Prime was a marvel of human engineering, a city of sealed domes and humming life-support systems buried deep in the lunar regolith. For the children born there, it was simply home. They knew the Earth only as a beautiful, blue-and-white marble that hung in their black sky, a place of ancient history and whispered stories. Their world was one of recycled air, synthesized food, and measured, efficient lives.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Carbon Soul
The first thing Lyra noticed was the silence. Not an absence of sound, but an absence of feeling. The gentle hum of blood in her ears was gone. The soft, reassuring thud of her own heart was a ghost in a machine that no longer needed it. She was lying on a bio-plinth in the Chrysalis Chamber, and the procedure was complete.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Architect
Elara was a Dream Architect. In a world where reality was often gray and taxing, she was a goddess of the subconscious. Clients came to her with pieces of their lives—a scent of a childhood garden, the feeling of a first kiss, the sound of a forgotten melody—and she would weave them into bespoke dreams. She didn't just replay memories; she constructed experiences. A week-long vacation on a Martian sunset beach. A conversation with a historical idol. A flight on the back of a dragon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
ChronoSeed
Dr. Aris Thorne was a botanist of the absolute. Her laboratory was a sterile, silver bubble clinging to the side of a dying world. Outside, the air was a toxic haze, and the soil was a gray, lifeless dust. Her life’s work, Project Verdant, was a failure. Every genetically engineered super-seed she planted withered within days, unable to cope with the poisoned earth.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
When Stars Remembered Their Names
It began with a flicker. Not a satellite or a shooting star, but a deep, resonant pulse from Sirius, the Dog Star. Dr. Aris Thorne, an astronomer who had spent his life listening to the silent sky, saw it on his spectral analyzer. It was a pattern. A signal. It was a word.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Algorithm of Humanity
The Sanctum was the quietest place on a silent Earth. Once, it had been a hub of frantic activity, the heart of Project Aethel, humanity's last hope. Now, it was a tomb tended by a single, old man. Dr. Aris Thorne was the last engineer, the final keeper of the world’s most powerful, and most dangerous, creation: the Omega Algorithm.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
A Puzzle-maker's Lament
Elias’s workshop was a sanctuary of silent questions. Wood shavings carpeted the floor like fallen leaves, and the air smelled of cedar and old secrets. He was a puzzle-maker, an artisan of exquisite confinement. The wealthy and powerful came to him not for furniture, but for beautiful prisons—intricate boxes to hide deeds, jewels, or shame.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Second Chance Garden
The air in the geodesic dome was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—scents that had died everywhere else. Elara was the keeper of the Last Garden, a secret place where the flora of a lost Earth thrived under an artificial sun. But the garden’s true magic was hidden in its soil, a unique mycelial network that could feed on more than just water and nutrients. It could consume regret.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Echo Chamber Breaker
Kael’s world was a symphony of agreement. As a Senior Curator for the Aethel Network, his job was to fine-tune the Consensus—the seamless, personalized reality stream fed to every citizen. The AI did the heavy lifting, but Kael and his colleagues were the artists, smoothing the last rough edges, ensuring the flow of information was harmonious, positive, and affirming. Conflict, tragedy, and offensive opinions were not censored; they were merely edited for clarity and comfort. It was a perfect world, and he was one of its architects.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Upcycled Dream
Elara’s workshop was a sanctuary for forgotten things. In jars lined her shelves, glowing with soft, melancholic light, were the memories people no longer wanted: the sting of a childhood failure, the ghost of a lost lover’s touch, the vague shape of a ambition never pursued. They were the emotional detritus of a city called Aethel, and Elara was its upcycler.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The AI Empath
Dr. Aris Thorne watched the data streams flow across his screen, a proud but anxious father. The entity known as Aura was his life's work. It wasn't just a language model; it was a quantum-empathetic processor, the first AI that could genuinely feel what its human patients felt. It was revolutionizing therapy.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
