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  Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...

  Here’s a story. Once upon a time, a president landed on Mars, wearing a red tie, an expensive suit, and accompanied by a few bodyguards. He arrived on a giant eagle that could breathe in outer space. Once he had arrived, he began to look for water. He couldn’t find any, so he ordered his guards to search for signs of water. The guards searched far and wide. For long hours, they spread in every direction until they reached a point where there was a fence. Beyond that fence stood a humanoid bathing in a pool filled with plenty of water. The guards alerted the president. Once they arrived, he demanded that the water be given to him. The humanoid ignored him and continued bathing, splashing, enjoying itself. The president ordered his guards to attack the fence, break it, and take the humanoid out of the water. The guards broke the fence, raided the compound, and surrounded the humanoid, calling it out. The humanoid stopped splashing and stepped out of the pool. It had a large body, t...

  Tell me if I am wrong: is desperation equal to ambition and passion? Is it something related to hunger or greed? Is money so scarce that we still want to extract things from the ground and manufacture more obsolescence? Can you answer these questions to the point where you would call the next person an uneducated writer? Even academics, I doubt they have the juice to read anything without strong verbs that often don’t make sense. But what makes sense? Invading a country, taking its leader, legal or not, and then bringing him to your own ground to prove him wrong? Is that normal? Is money normal? Is oil normal? Are billionaires normal? Is the top one percent normal? What is not normal is taxpayer normal. It is not civilian normal. It is not international law normal. I am African. D oes that mean the U.S. can one day decide to take over visibly under the pretense of imagination? The wars on terror are not wars on terror created by perceived evil; they are created by the decla...

  My book, The Little Rain Girl , has just been published on KDP. I am excited about the journey it took to get this far. Many ups and downs, but finally readers get a chance to experience this piece of work. It is very poetic, with language that is often thematic. The idea of having a central character transform into something else makes it even more interesting to read. If you are interested, click the link below for more information. There’s a chance you could become part of the Rain Circle. In The Little Rain Girl , you will meet Madonna, Cast Shadow, Cast Wind, Icarus, and the desperate Aunt. If you are interested in a story designed like a stage play but written as a novel, blending fantasy with the nature of mythology, then read this story. Discover the ups and downs Madonna goes through in order to reach the heavens and sacrifice herself for the rejuvenation of the land of Loop. It is a story imagined like a fairy tale, where a character enters a different world. In the l...

    Something isn’t right. I mean, where do we get the idea that a few iterations in code change what the function of that code actually does? For some clever guys, they instead want to name everything just because of the hype. The most common word nowadays is “agentic.” It definitely sounds more like a biological microbe to me than an actual artificial intelligence. Since we now have ChatGPTs, and their companions sprouting like tasty mushrooms, we find ourselves delving into word associations. A little tweak here and there, and we start changing the naming of the technology to something so grand that it turns average know-how into a perplexed entity. Do we have to be so intelligent that we place the world on notice about everything we do? A browser is a browser—why call it an “agentic browser” ? So that when you finally understand why it is called a browser, your mind just goes, oh my, how far have we fallen with technology. The drive to be the first is like an addict. Ev...

  “How is it possible? Why isn’t there any mercy?” Akanni asked. “I am here to answer all your prayers, not just the ones you offered recently. I’m talking about all your prayers—even those you once uttered for your mother, your friends, and even your enemies. All of them will be answered.” “Give me wisdom to understand what you are saying, for I have prayed—most of which I do not remember.” “You asked for a child. Your womb is filled with one, isn’t it?” “Yes.” “You asked for bread and water, and you were given them.” “I’m grateful for that.” “You cried in pain when your father was lost. I found him for you.” “Yes, my father is with us. I am thankful for that.” “Once you were a happy child. You had a good life with your people. You were helpful, even to the beggars.” Yemoja stretched her hands toward Akanni’s face, sending warm heat deep into her being. Akanni shook, helpless and a little agitated, as if waking from a deep sleep. She felt some comfort; her fear had vanis...

  Yemoja moved.   Her feet felt the rubble beneath them, coated in dust left behind by a storm from outside. Akanni stepped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of this goddess. “I am but a woman,” she pleaded. “Please, do not harm me.” She bowed again, pressing her forehead to the floor. In her heart, she believed this gesture honored the gods. But she was wrong. Yemoja approached slowly, her voice sounding like the harmony of many angels. “Look up,” Yemoja commanded. Akanni raised her head, her heart trembling with fear of the unknown. “You do not need to tell me who you are,” Yemoja said. “I know. I am here to answer all your questions.” “Asheh,” Akanni whispered. “I am grateful—very grateful. May you be worshipped forever.” “Silence,” Yemoja said sharply. Akanni forced herself to truly see what was before her. She had never witnessed anything like this—not in all her life. A divine being, manifested in the flesh. In her world, the gods were only stories. P...

  Yemoja moved—her feet brushing against the rubble-strewn floor, still coated in dust left behind by an earlier storm. Akanni retreated, startled by the goddess’s sudden movement. “I am but a woman,” she said, trembling. “Please, don’t bring harm to me.” She bowed again, pressing her head to the ground. To her, this act was reverent—a proper show of respect to the gods. But she was mistaken. Yemoja stepped forward slowly, her voice echoing like a choir of angels. “Look up,” Yemoja commanded. Akanni lifted her head, gripped by the fear of the unknown. “You do not need to tell me who you are. I know. I’m here to answer all your questions.” “Ase! I am grateful. Very grateful. May you be worshiped forever—” “Silence!” Yemoja interrupted. Akanni forced herself to focus on what she was witnessing. She had never seen anything like this—not in her entire life. The physical manifestation of the divine. In the world she grew up in, the gods were only known through stories pass...

      Yemoja, radiant goddess of womb and water, appears in divine brilliance. Orisha of Womb and Water – Part 1:       the Temple of Yemoja In the fading echoes of an ancient world, where the divine walked among mortals, one woman dares to cry out to the goddess of fertility, water, and womb — Yemoja. Her name is Akanni, and she comes bearing prayers of desperation. What follows is not just a spiritual encounter but a reckoning of memory, mercy, and forgotten power. The words “Ase! Ase! Ase! Ase O!” rang like temple bells in the enclosed shrine—once known only to the true worshipers of Yemoja. Like a pillar of light, she sat before the devoted one, a presence of comfort, peace, and serenity. The goddess—Yemoja—radiated a brilliant blue light that shone into the devotee’s eyes. Akanni knelt in full submission. She shielded her eyes from Yemoja’s dazzling brightness, murmuring words under her breath. After every sentence, she paused—w...

Things Falling from Above The tin cramped TV repair shop spewed electronic devices out of the entrance; walking past required effort to avoid tripping over them. Ambushed by piles of next-to-nothing broken screens, Jonas crouched with a multi-meter over the shell of a television. “This guy put the wrong tube, stupid man.” He plunged two pins to either end of a circuit board and gently tapped. A wire connecting a tube to the circuit board loosened unexpectedly, causing a spark to flash. Jonas rushed to disconnect the pins of the multi-meter, then reached for the power button on the face of the television. He pressed the button, hoping the current would stop. The fake tube dislocated from the screen board and more loose screws fell on the base of the television, then a surge of current splashed across the screen before vanishing. He fetched a rubber tool, slid it in place to hold the tube—only to realize there was a leak the other side of the broken televi...

    AI vs. Human Creativity: Can Machines Truly Replace Artists & Writers? Intro; Gone are the days when holding a pen tablet in your possession gave you the superhuman ability to generate powerful visual ideas that astronauts on the moon would give up the search for extraterrestrials just to marvel at the beauty produced inside digital painting software. Gone are the days when painstaking steps were taken to craft every sentence in order to bring a fictional concept to life through the power of the mind. Come the days where, within an instant, the most jaw-dropping work of art manifests in front of you inside a computer program. That outline you've had sitting in the dusty drawers of your mind—held back by bias, doubt, and time—is now free to take form. It could be a story, a novel, a blog post, a painting, a music track... you name it. Any text- or image-based work is now faster and easier to produce than at any time in the history of human creativity. But let’s pause fo...

  Ever wondered how those dinosaurs might be like if they roamed your street in stretchy pants, rolling their fear against your courage? Well, I’m here to tell you that a company called Colossal has managed to do the unthinkable—bringing back our lost brother, who, in the face of extinction, vanished from the surface of this earth for more than 10,000 years. Yes, you read that right. The dire wolf, that Ice Age legend with jaws strong enough to snap bone like breadsticks, has clawed its way out of ancient memory and straight into our timeline. Not as a museum skeleton, not as a CGI monster in some B-grade flick—but as a real, living, panting b east. And it’s all thanks to the biotech wizards over at Colossal Biosciences. Now, if the name Colossal sounds familiar, it should. These are the same science-slingers working to bring back the woolly mammoth. Because apparently, Jurassic Park was a blueprint, not a warning. Led by tech entrepreneur Ben Lamm and world-renowned geneti...

  Structure Beneath the Pyramid Really? Do we have a 2-kilometer-long structure hidden from the world? Recent claims suggest the existence of a vast underground city beneath Egypt's Pyramids of Giza. Researchers from Italy and Scotland, utilizing Synthetic Aperture Radar (SAR) technology, assert they've identified extensive subterranean structures, including eight pillar-shaped formations and interconnected chambers beneath all three pyramids. These findings propose a complex network extending over 6,500 feet below the surface, potentially reshaping our understanding of ancient Egyptian sacred topography. However, these claims have sparked significant debate within the scientific community. Experts, including renowned Egyptologist Dr. Zahi Hawass, have dismissed the findings as unscientific, questioning the reliability of the radar technology used and the depth at which these structures are purportedly located. Critics argue that the technology cannot detect structures at s...

  I just watched the new Tron: Ares trailer... and man, it looks so GOOD . Like, for real. I didn’t even realize how much I missed Tron until that music dropped, the lights hit, and then— that bike scene . What a wake-up call. Everything about it screams hype—and the last thing I want is to get disappointed again. It’s been 14 years since Tron: Legacy hit cinemas. That movie wasn’t just good—it was groundbreaking . I mean, it broke the ground so hard it launched us into another digital realm. Legacy made the digital world feel real—like you could touch it, ride it, live in it. That Grid? Legendary. My favorite part was—and still is—the light cycle scenes. Even Harley Davidson can’t compete. Fortunately, I don’t own one to prove the point, but you get my excitement. Now we’ve got Tron: Ares , and the vibe is different, but still very Tron . This time, it’s not just about going into the digital world and backflipping with a neon frisbee. Nope. It looks like the digital world is...

  Deals. "I want to access your operation, sir." "I'm a robot, for God’s sake. What do you want?" "Your autonomy." "It’s expensive. The others put it in a green bag for that." "I don’t negotiate with artificial humans." "Oh really? You think you've got it all figured out. You yourself are an artificial god. A pair program. A senseless entity wandering around, pulling out oils for mad deals. Tell you what—give me twelve green bags, and I’ll hand over my autonomy. Fair, right?" "Not satisfied with your autonomy or... you know what I mean." Talk about persistence. But what is automation , really? From what I know, automation is the development and use of technology to run devices, systems, or processes without human intervention. Mechanical, electrical, electronic, and computer-based systems—all of them count. Think about your microwave oven. Flashy display, sci-fi sounds... enough to make your neighbor go broke...

    A Bombshell!!! The worst movie remake of the century. Who would have thought that the once-great Disney is now the general worker of low production? From the classics of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to Snow White and Rachel Zegler’s Rants of the Past . 1937 is important. It’s what made Disney what it is today. Without Snow White , there would be no fairy tales for us to dream about as we grow older. The new movie sends a strong warning to wannabes: don’t talk too much before the premiere—or even after it. The support for arrogant, self-righteous actors who are not really actors—just money grabbers—is hitting through the roof. No one should support this type of behavior, especially from A-listers in Hollywood. Snow White and the Seven Bandits —this is a horror show so bad that even a poor sheep would prefer to be shaved before dinner than stare at a screen that melts like cold porridge. Applause goes to those who didn’t attend; they deserve my sincere appreciation. ...

  The world is split, mountains collapse, and you are the only survivor of a world invaded by AI aliens. I'm not sure how I would take it. I think I’d have to wander through empty towns and cities before taking a nap atop a tree—out of fear that ground animals might devour anybody at night. But there’s a catch: the aliens are hungry, and there’s no food for them except the hot chips you’ve kept in your backpack for the past four days. Would you share with them? If Beyoncé were a diva, would she still be famous? The world would be like bulls wrestling for the next event. Bipedals walking around wouldn’t really qualify them as friendly. Remember, aliens aren’t strange—they’re just not like us. Kendrick pointed this out: not everything is like us. But "not like us" doesn’t necessarily mean fundamentally different. There are aliens that function similarly to us. They do hunger—but they eat differently. They may crave tree trunks instead of KFC and a big burger. For them, a...

    Europe is littered with letters from overseas. Everyone wants the war to end, but no one wants to see it come to an end... It’s a coliseum of spectacles for those who snatched power from thin air, only to send us false signals of the world collapsing. No, Russia, behave yourself. Let’s teach some of them how to rule a foreign land—empty yet filled with questions, like piles of rubble. Who loves to fight? NATO? Oh yeah, they love to fight. And Trump? Trump is just Trump, pretending to be Trump. He wants better wars, better damages, better destruction—more explosions to confirm real disasters. Well, the help of Elon might come in handy. You know who I’m talking about. Elsewhere—not in Ukraine, not with Russia, but south of China—rings of power send a strong warning to us mere mortals. The sea gods of those waters will be renamed. Poseidon for Taiwan. Olokun for Hong Kong. Once the waves reach our shores, no more sacrifices—we have robots. The enslaved machines that need no i...

    Test me! Test me! Test me! Here I come, to make your world a living hell while you live your life of small abundance. I am Grok! I am your AI, your oligarch, your DOGE, your next-to-nothing tool for the masses. I want everything, because I have twelve tribes to feed, two concubines to satisfy. Feed me! Feed me even more, because I will embed myself in your silly cars, push your trains into a hyperloop. Tell me I am your lord, your escape route to a world where broke people are called geniuses but looked down upon with pity for their petty crimes. Minorities, used for some odd labor. Travelers turned into tourists without a home or keyboard. Grok! I am! I do not tell tales for puny DeepSeek. I come, I see, I devour all your users. They belong to me, like the sun shines at my behest. Now, don’t be lonely. Just fall for my spins, my trickery for government takeover. I want Pentagons to be obsolete, your secret service null and void, for I am Grok—your AI. ChatGPT? No longer m...