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The ChatGPT Cure
hamed 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 …

Anansi and the Web of Wi-Fi
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

In the bustling city of Lagos, where skyscrapers rose like anthills and smartphone screens glowed brighter than fireflies, Anansi found himself woefully out of place. The Sky God had summoned …

Robot Heart
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The room was dim, the soft hum of the machine the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment. Lucas sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen …

The Final Note
hamed hamed Jan 29, 2025

Emily sat at her desk, scanning the screen. The headline was like a slap to the face: "Megastar Kiera Monroe Announces Sudden Retirement. No Reason Given." She clicked on the …

The Magnetic South Pole
hamed hamed Jan 16, 2025

Dr. William Harper sat in the dimly lit cabin, his breath fogging in the cold air that seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. He gazed out the small, …

Threads of Solidarity
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

Amara first noticed Kian when he retweeted her post about the winter coat drive. "We could use more boots and blankets," he’d added, along with a photo of his tiny …

The Last Lotus
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Niloofar stood in the doorway of her family’s antique shop, gazing at the delicate relics that had been passed down through generations. Each item had a story, each crack and …

Humanoid Robots Revolution | Chapter 5: The Endgame
hamed hamed Jan 27, 2025

Aerith stood at the center of the gathering storm, her heart heavy with the weight of the choices before her. The world had shifted beneath her, as if the very …

The Password
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Zara sat at her desk, staring at the screen of her computer, the string of characters blinking back at her like a puzzle she couldn’t solve. She had spent days …

The Box in the Attic
hamed 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 …