Todos os capítulos de Living The Life in an AI Slop Story: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 28

Ismail was in his twenties again, teaching a five-year-old Sikandar to do push-ups.“Dad, will I become strong like you if I do this?” The young boy asked, blue eyes filled with curiosity and hope. “Only if you do a hundred every day,” Ismail smiled.“Then I will do a thousand and become ten times stronger,” Sikandar declared with all the honesty of a five-year-old.Ismail guffawed, proud of his son’s spunk. That pride, unfortunately, didn’t last long. At the awakening ceremony, while other kids his age were playing with fire, wind, earth and water, Sikandar’s crystal ball was showing no reaction, no matter how much energy he poured into it.“This has to be some mistake, the ball must be broken,” Ismail argued with his brother.“I’m sorry, brother,” Farhan shook his head, “but the signs are clear, your son is unblessed.”“Dad, Mom, you will still love me, right?” Sikandar cried.“Of course, sweetheart,” Arisha hugged her son, Ismail also hugged him but he didn’t answer.“We can’t kee

The small army Farhan brought quickly surrounded Sikandar and Suleiman (and Ishaq) from all sides, keeping the school crowd away. The small army included his parents, servants from Sikandar’s home, servants from Ishaq’s home, police officers, and several relatives Sikandar hadn’t seen in years.‘My grandparents (paternal) are still alive?’ Sikandar noticed them in the crowd.“Sikandar, surrender at once. We don’t want to harm you,” Farhan said aloud.“And what crime am I being asked to surrender for?” Sikandar asked, “Since when is shaking hands with clan leaders a crime?”“Dad, I too don’t want Sikandar to leave but this is overkill,” Ishaq spoke on his behalf.The crowd outside the circle muttered in agreement. Many students were recording and livestreaming the scene.“This is not an arrest, this is an intervention,” Farhan clarified.“Intervention? Against what? Drinking juice in the morning?” Sikandar snarked.“We know that you believe you are the main character of an AI-written s

To understand what just happened, let’s rewind to the moment Ismail walked in on Arisha talking to her brother on the phone.“I wouldn’t bother,” Ismail said to Arisha, who looked like a deer caught in front of headlights, “After the kidnapping attempt, Farhan tightened the security around Sikandar. There’s always someone watching him. If you go to Sikandar, Farhan will know and change his plan.”“So what? You want me to give up?” Arisha frowned.“Tomorrow, when they capture Sikandar, we need to make our move then,” Ismail suggested.“But how?” Asif asked from the other side.“We need a big distraction and a quick getaway,” Ismail answered. “How are we going to distract 500 people?” Arisha asked.“Actually, Javed sir might be able to help with that,” Asif suggested, “He can create large illusions, and with my help, he can make them even bigger.”“Add him on call,” Ismail said.“Should we call Princess Ayesha too?” Arisha asked, “She might be able to help hide Sikandar.”“Let’s do it,

Farhan couldn’t describe just how angry and confused he felt as he met the defiant gazes of Ismail and Arisha, who were handcuffed to the interrogation table. Never in a million years did he ever imagine his brother would sabotage him. He went along with everything he said. Why was it different this time?“Why?” Farhan asked in a voice so low that it sounded like a hiss.“Why what brother?” Ismail asked, “Why did we save our son from being locked up like a mad dog? Why did we protect him from a clan that never considered him their own until he awakened? Why didn’t we go along with your plan at his cost as usual?”“Why did you betray the clan? Betray me?” Farhan roared, “Do you fools realize what you have done? You took away the clan’s greatest asset. He may be joining another clan, possibly the Pashtuns. And if the Pashtuns rebel, he may cause unfathomable death and destruction in all of Asadistan.””If he wanted death and destruction, he would have had it already,” Arisha spoke up. T