Ovic Incorporation9/4/20302:00pmDr Yomi sat in his private office watching the video displaying on the screen.. It was a recording of the president attacking him. Of course, he had enhanced some bits with a few additional extras added via a deep fake algorithm that Dr Yomi had created.It was impossible to add this to the existing surveillance footage from the presidential villa, So Dr Yomi had made Cosmo hack into the villa security network and scrub a 6-minute segment of footage from the existing footage.The beginning and end of his edited video contained footage from the scrubbed segment at the beginning and at the end, but over half of what was in-between added in such a way that without original footage to compare it to would create enough negative publicity for the president that it would be a miracle if the military didn't step in and remove him before the week ran out.Of course, t

This is stupid! Out of all the stupid things he has done in life, this tops the chart. Ire eyed the fried yam and tomato sauce suspiciously. What if the meal was poisoned? His stomach growled in protest. Throwing caution in the wind, he shrugged. Life has brought him this far. It would not matter if he ate something delicious before he died. Ravenously, he stabbed at the yam slices with his fork and wolfed it down. “Slow down, kid.”  Ire bore holes into the driver's head and continued to eat.  “Nok, call Dora,” the lady in red said.  “Miss Esther,” The AI answered, “the Artificial intelligence, Dora, does not exist.” “What?!” Esther exclaimed, and the driver screeched to a stop. “What do you mean 'does not exist'? You called her some hours ago?”

Private LabOvic IncorporationNoonDayo held his head in his hands. The migraines ground into his temples have got worse. It was the kind that stopped all other traffic in the brain, as if suddenly all had met with red lights. His vision blurred as he tried to concentrate on the simulation of the RNA structure of the virus. He tried shaking the pain off, but it only grew worse. He wobbled as he got to his feet. He needed to find the cure. Time was running out. A glass of Lucozade Boost would rejuvenate him. All he needed to do was walk to the other side of the room. He took a step forward and lost the colour from his face. It was as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots. Then with another step forward, he crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings.AsokoroA

Location: UnknownOsun10:00pm    Unable to stop shivering, he plodded down the empty and dark road. Aside from the moon and stars in the deep blue night sky, the street lights threw a warm glow. The cold did not cause his shivering. It was because of something much darker. When he rose to consciousness, he noticed the blood, and most of them were not his. He held a bloody arm that looked like he forced it out of a shoulder socket. Body parts laid all around him. He recognised the dealer's head, which laid on a bloody iron rod.  His empty stomach lurched, and he heaved and hurled liquid content. He had rushed to his feet and hurried out of the black market, sliding and slipping on blood and body parts. The metallic smell of iron clung to him. What frustrated him the most was that he remembered nothing after he yelled, never. It seemed impossible for him to have ki

AsokoroAbuja2:00pm  “I thought you were joking!” At her exclaim, Ire smirked. He had Jamal present everything known about the virus and how scientists and virologists have attempted to get a remedy. “Licensed virologists around the world have worked hard for the past year to unravel the virus. You, here, are thinking of finding the cure?” Esther barked a laugh. “Good luck. You will need it.” “I'm going to try.” “I hear you.” “I will be back in a few. I need to meet someone.” Richard looked at the door with a sour look. His slippers slapped gently against the tiled floors.  Ire regarded him with worry. He hoped nothing went amiss.  “Have Jamal call us if anything goes wrong. Okay?” Cautious, Esther