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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 ...

 

       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...

  - 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...