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  Brain Drain since the invention of the AI I don’t need to bother myself with writing nevertheless reading as everything is up in the cloud well if I want to be realistic it’s not even a cloud it’s an institution called brain drain as far as I know earlier it was called school I like this new institution nothing to be too amazed of and I’m just myself listening to famous professors’ hibernated brains which could have been a bit disturbing to those ancient societies who were collectively minded on certain religious beliefs like christianity buddhism islam or whatnot I’m telling you they would have been dead afraid from our brain drains because they would have perceived the whole thing as haunted by ghosts but I like the solitude of my coming here and if I want I’m listening to stephen hawking’s theory on black holes or I’m listening to albert einstein’s relativity theory and it’s only me and that scientist’s brain the brains were hibernated and conserved in formaldehyde like about ...

  (source: reddit https://www.reddit.com/r/Art/comments/6ud3e9/half_man_half_deer_9x12/) My father was a reindeer and my mother a human. Well, I wish it was that simple. I am a half-bred but it has its price. We, half-breds are on the verge of society and we are forced to live in the forests, collecting berries and fruits to keep ourselves alive. You can protest against society but whatever menial living is still a living – unless you are ready to die. According to my mother, father used to be a human, too. One day, he was driving his car when a reindeer crashed into it. He was supposed to die in the accident because the deer’s antlers broke the car window causing lethal injuries in him. But instead of blood, some silvery slime was pouring out of his veins, covering his injuries. He looked dead for a moment, but suddenly shook himself alive and roared. His face shapeshifted first: his nape lengthened, his chin fell forward and his nose grew. His skull grew his own antlers. He ...

       At the village, there was a legend that he was born in the river. Once, a toddler-form child just emerged there, or at least, that’s what they told. They never saw his mother pregnant, but the folk saw her play with a toddler. He was taken to the riverside every afternoon.      And that remained his favourite place – even though he had long after moved into the noisy city. His favourite place was close to the river: that was his getaway, his hideout when life was too much to bear. He loved watching the waves and tides for hours and not doing anything. Not doing was a thing back then. Somehow that river symbolized life to him. It was stable, unchanging, flowing continuously, no matter what: he could have changed his career, wife, city, could have gone off to the wrong path, but that river always calmed him down.       Not doing was a thing back then: it wasn’t empty doing actually. His mind was running in waves, as well, toget...

When she picked it up in the second hand’s bookstore, where she was just browsing anyway and had no intention to stay longer, just waiting for her train, she involuntarily grabbed that book. It was thick, its cover has been run down already, couldn’t be seen it clearly was it a street or a house on it? It looked quite interesting, the writer was Maeve Binchy and the book titled as Tara Road . It was about a woman’s life, mid-forty, after divorce – exactly like hers: built up and then crushed down to nothing. She hurriedly took it, paid – almost blushed – how dare she buy a book that relates to her life this much – and left for her train. Only at home she noticed the note on the first page. “Take me to Budapest, to Gozsdu square on August 19th”. That’s interesting. What would an English-speaking book do in the heart of Europe? Anyway, upon returning home, she put down the book and whenever she had time for it, she read a small part or chapter. She quite enjoyed it, she could reflect on...

  - Ken-ny! Ken-ny! Ken-ny! – the stadium was on fire. The tanned man was standing in the middle, releasing the tension in his knuckles, waiting for his enemy. - I got you, honey. – As the darkness dropped from the face, Kenny could see that Kiara came forward from the shadow. His jaw dropped… * - Where are you heading to, honey? – Kiara was looking after Kenny as he quickly left their bedroom. - I’ve got some business to do. – said the man in a hurry and Kiara could only hear the slamming of the door then. It was not the first, nor the last night when she cried herself to sleep. Her girlfriends had warned her that this could happen once they got married, but somehow, she forgot about the signs. It was all her naivety, thinking that she can tie down a traveler, thinking that after years of adventure, she could tame a lion and ease his hunger with only offering herself on a plate. She was sure that Kenny is cheating on her – she was sure it would happen sooner or later but didn’t th...

     The cursor lazily blinked at the bottom left corner. It waited for her mind. It was this magical computer – people still get stuck with the name “computer” even though it was nothing like that anymore. It was a slim tablet that immediately took form of a hand once it was touched. “There was nothing more comfortable on the Earth than this” – said so the slogan. Even when it was in BETA version, people started to use it already – despite the warning of the medicinal company and other renown scientists. How cool is that! why don’t they want us to use it? – these and such exclamations could be heard once it was out on the market. Indeed, it was cool. You could just slip it in the suitable slid of your smart-table and a keyboard appeared from nowhere, you could hold it close to your forehead and it formed into smart-glasses, giving updates on weather and historical constructions, wherever you went, you slipped it on the wall according to the instructions and it became a s...