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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...

  The man in the suit asked, “What were you looking at?” “That thing up there.” “You want to go there?” “Do you?” Titus replied. Shortly, the driver warned them, “People, please, I hear some of you want to go to Robben Island. This taxi is not for that. Take the trip at your time and your own risk.” The long queue of people shortened. Titus, along with the man dressed in a suit, took the back seat. A few minutes later, the taxi bus rattled down the street, passing small flea markets, random shacks, and taverns. The fog no longer threatened him; there were more important things on his mind. The small suitcase rumbled. A growl noise forced him to look. The head of a cat pushed out through an opening. He pulled the zip wide open. The friendly animal meowed, leaning onto him. He stroked its fur gently. “We are almost there.” The furry creature purred. Titus brushed its soft, dented belly. He remembered the fire reaching for the sky, the smell of fumes, and a strange voice crying. “You ...

      Introduction: The pyramid is more than just an ancient structure above Robben Island—it’s a shroud of uncertainty, hiding secrets, emotions, and dangers untold. In this gripping excerpt from Ghost Colony , we follow Titus as he navigates a world filled with betrayal, despair, and the haunting echoes of his past. This is just a taste of the suspenseful journey that awaits. Dive into the excerpt below and step into the mysterious world of Ghost Colony .     Excerpt: ...“Fog,” he muttered hopelessly. The hazed feeling of being lost—unjust despair—clouded what he looked at. The fog covered the whole town, even his sense of belonging. He didn’t know where to stand or who he was among all the people around him. The thickness of the fog brought the temperature down; a cold chill pierced through the thin shirt he wore. He pulled his hands to his chest to keep warm, rubbing them on the sides of his arms, then made his way back to a line that formed next to a taxi b...