All Chapters of Living The Life in an AI Slop Story: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

On a bright morning, Farhan and Jafar were giving a press conference to justify their attempt to capture Sikandar.“Sikandar is dangerous, bla bla bla,” Farhan blabbered.“Hmmm,” Jafar nodded as if he was hearing sagely wisdom.“Sikandar is mad, bla bla bla.”“Hmmm.”“Sikandar will destroy Asadistan, bla bla bla.”“Hmmm.”Just then someone appeared behind them, creating buzz among media persons.Farhan continued, unaware, “Sikandar is- behind me?”“Huh?” Jafar and Farhan turned around.“Yo!” Sikandar greeted them before teleporting them into deep space. There, they suffocated due to a lack of oxygen, and their bodies swelled.Sikandar teleported them back to Earth, “Had enough?” He asked them.They nodded, desperately breathing in the oxygen.“Then leave my family and friends alone,” Sikandar warned, staring deep into their souls with his icy blue eyes.“Sikandar, what are you up to?” Ayesha asked, breaking Sikandar out of his daydreaming and back under the gazebo with snacks, sweets,

Salman and Faizi were on cloud 9 after the princess and her fiancé helped them awaken. They were grateful to the princess and her parents for giving them refuge, but for the world at large, they had nothing but contempt. And now they could treat the world the way it treated them.“By getting even, you mean surprise everyone with how you guys have changed, right?” Ayesha asked.“Oh princess, we will show them alright,” Faiz grinned, baring his fangs.“We will show them hell,” Salman said grimly.“You know what’s better than getting even with everyone?” Sikandar asked, “It’s living your life to the fullest in front of your haters. The haters just hate it!” Sikandar emphasized nodding his head.“You have done much for us,” Faizi said, “But you and the princess were raised with a silver spoon. We were tossed aside like trash by our parents, we scraped by on the streets until the princess gave us shelter. And even then, many in the royal staff mock us as unblessed servants of the unblessed

Sikandar was stuffing his mouth with one of those chocolate-flavoured cereals with milk for breakfast in the dining room designated for the royal family. Unlike Ayesha, who opted for healthier whole wheat bread and omelette.He was more focused on the TV than the breakfast, listening to the bespectacled anchor report on the upcoming trial.“The trial day has finally arrived,” said the anchor, “Only two hours remain before Ismail Ali Khan and his co-conspirators are tried for sabotaging the capture of his son, Sikandar Ali Khan. With possibility of exile, life in prison or even execution on the horizon, the question many are asking is where is Sikandar Ali Khan? Has he forsaken the people who risked everything for him? Is he too scared to try his luck with clan head Farhan Ali Khan? Or will he finally come out of hiding and face the consequences of his actions like a man? On an unrelated note, the comet Fire Fist will be at its closest to the Earth’s atmosphere so astronomy enthusiasts

Back in Gulistan Palace, a few moments before the attack, having had enough of the news anchor rambling about the comet, Sikandar was taking a shower, unaware of the trouble about to befall Ayesha and others at the court. Sikandar paused mid-shower, wiping the foam off his face. ‘What trouble?’ Wait for it. Just then, the ground shook, shaking bottles of shampoo, body wash and moisturizer off the ledge. ‘Rude! You didn’t have to drop my stuff.’ He complained and when the shaking stopped, he picked up the bottles. ‘Don’t tell me, they are under rubble becaus

Unable to join the war just outside in the garden, Sikandar decided to pass the time by watching something on TV, which happened to be big enough for two people to sleep on. ‘Oddly specific,’ Sikandar raised an eyebrow. While browsing through UTube, he came across a livestream of the battle by a journalist who had snuck into the court and now ended up tangled in the war. ‘It’s kinda odd calling it a war,’ Sikandar opined, ‘Feels more like a skirmish and apparently I might not get screen time.’ It looked that way to him because Aarif was stuck inside Jafar’s ‘Are you sure you want to write that?’ water giant mode body and quickly running out of air.