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The Foundation Stone
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Nathaniel Ward’s hands trembled as he unrolled the parchment. The stakes were higher than any column or arch he’d ever designed. This wasn’t just a monument—it was to be the …
The ChatGPT Cure
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
Karen had never been a fan of going to the doctor. The waiting rooms, the endless paperwork, the awkward small talk with the receptionist—no, thank you. So when she started …
The Auto-Reply
hamed
Jan 09, 2025
Dave set his out-of-office email to: "Currently hiking Mount Everest. No access to civilization. Back in two weeks." He was actually binge-watching Netflix in his apartment. His boss replied: "Amazing! …
Unplugged
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Lena sat at her kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard, trying to remember the last time she felt truly productive. The laptop screen flickered, and another Slack notification pinged. …
The Last Shift
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Lena wiped the sweat from her brow as she worked the assembly line. The familiar hum of machines filled the factory floor, a sound she had grown accustomed to over …
A Child of Promise
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
The January air in Atlanta was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine from the hills beyond the city. In a modest two-story house on Auburn Avenue, the cries of …
City Office Reopening Mayhem
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
The city office had been closed for months, and on the first day back, Marcy, the office manager, could already feel the tension building. The smell of stale coffee and …
Clickocracy: The Future of Governance
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
In the year 2135, the nation of Novara had achieved what most could only dream of: a fully digital democracy where every citizen had a say in every decision, instantly. …
The Music of Potential
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Ramin sat cross-legged on the corner of the crowded Tehran street, his fingers brushing gently over the strings of his grandfather’s old tar. The sun was setting, casting a warm …
The Box in the Attic
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The attic smelled of mothballs and old paper, a dense, musty reminder of lives long lived. Mina had been up here a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. The …