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"A Triumphant Tale"
"A Triumphant Tale" The line between technology and humans is getting more and more hazy in a world where both coexist. Held every ten years, The Advancer is a much-anticipated competition between the world's best brains to develop innovations that have the potential to alter the path of human evolution. The event, which combines creativity, intelligence, and technology, offers a chance to demonstrate how mankind can change over the course of the next century. With their creation positioned to serve as the foundation of society's future, the winner is dubbed "The Advancer." However, the path to triumph is neither simple nor easy.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
"The Final Train"
"The Final Train" The historic train station was encircled by swirling nighttime fog. With the hands slowly approaching the hour that no one could fully explain—the moment when the last train would depart—the wall clock indicated that it was almost midnight.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of New Blood. Content Warning.
BLUE DEMON I can still taste death in the air, like cigarette ashes on my tongue. The flames that rose on my father left patches of missing skin. His oils from his body didn’t help with the stiff, leathery, charred-black skin that never grew back. It smelt like bleach and gasoline with a sharp stench of acrid. A vacant body. More like a dissolved shell. Midnight falls and I look out my Hexagon shaped window, thinking to myself. If I only listened to mom, he would still be here. I could smell the sour blood that stained the wooden Oak tree. I could only see the shadows of my late father sprinting through the woods. My mother, Emillia, doesn't believe in the soul running freely after one’s physical body is dismantled. She would say that's the devil's work. When my father would run off doing rituals with los Muertos, My mother would grip her silver, metal cross in her hands and shut her eyes while reciting words that would bring her to weeping tears. “Please forgive him lord, for he has sinned a great sin.” Falling to her knees and crying out to the lord. Though My father Daniel, was a believer of God, but more spiritual than religious. My father believed in blessing the rooms with sage, and praying to God but also to deities. One moment he would pray to God for prosperity, and when God didn’t answer him as fast as he wanted, the deities acted on his timing. It feels like it was only yesterday, where I would smell the musky, savory, forest-like scent, and white smoke coming from a green, thick, grassy wand. “I call upon Elegua, illustrious warrior and divine messenger of the Yoruba pantheon. I ask for your protection and guidance on our journey through life. Grant my family and I health, safety, and success with utmost importance. Bless me with a shield against negative energies or evil eyes that may harm me. Help me defeat any enemies or obstacles in my path so I can use all the amazing gifts life presents. May the sacred act of lighting your candle bring great possibilities into my present and future. Ashe.”
By Angel Aguilar10 months ago in Fiction
The Foundation of Family Begins with Love
What you give to a woman will return to you. A man who believes he can safeguard his children while waging war on their mother is living in a dream world. The love, respect, or hurt that he shows his partner will always be returned to him through his children. This thing is just plain unavoidable. Our home is the emotional and spiritual backbone of our homes, the mental health of a woman dictates the emotional health of everyone involved.
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Fiction
"The Final Hour"
"The Final Hour" The rain pelted the windows of the small, dimly lit cabin as Detective Emma Wells paced nervously, the rhythmic sound of thunder mimicking the storm raging in her mind. She had been chasing this case for months — the mysterious disappearances of several young women, all found in various parts of the city, each with a cryptic message left at the scene. The messages were always the same: a set of numbers, like a code, that no one had been able to crack.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
AI and the Art of Creativity: Can Machines Truly Be Artists?
# Artificial Intelligence and Creativity: Can Machines Really Be Artists? In the grand tapestry of human history, art has always been a defining feature of our species. From the cave paintings of Lascaux to the symphonies of Beethoven, creativity has been a uniquely human endeavor—a way to express emotions, tell stories, and explore the boundaries of imagination. But as artificial intelligence (AI) continues to advance, a provocative question arises: Can machines truly be artists? Can algorithms, devoid of consciousness and emotion, create works of art that resonate with the human soul? This article delves into the intersection of AI and creativity, exploring the possibilities, challenges, and ethical implications of machine-generated art.
By Taiyab Ahmed10 months ago in Fiction
The Evolution of the Metaverse and Web3: Shaping the Future of the Internet. AI-Generated.
What is the Metaverse? The metaverse is a collective virtual shared space, created by the convergence of virtually enhanced physical reality, augmented reality (AR), and the internet. It is often described as a persistent, immersive digital universe where users can interact with each other and digital objects in real-time. Think of it as the next evolution of the internet, where 2D web pages are replaced by 3D environments that users can "step into."
By Humayun Kabir10 months ago in Fiction
