Stranded Part 2

Shaan and Meeran strained their muscles like they had constipation. Their bodies turned red as they tried to unleash the energy they could feel within themselves but after trembling for ten minutes straight, they let out their breaths, huffing and puffing. “It’s no use,” Shaan said. “We can feel the power but we can’t use it,” Meeeran explained. “Don’t you guys hop around between dimensions all the time?” Sikandar asked. “Yes, but we’ve never been to this dimension,” Shaan answered. “The bot did say karamats don’t work here,” Meeran added.

Reason To Write

The atmosphere at the Gulistan Palace was as dark as the starless new moon night sky above. On Barfistan’s side, Tahira and Azhar were sullen but stubbornly holding on to the hope that their clan head would return. Their soldiers were now regretting not going home with Badr. They could leave now but they didn’t want to leave their generals alone. On the side of Asadistanis, Yahya, Farhan, Ayesha and their underlings were making phone calls to various departments, national and international, to search for people with the ability to travel between dimensions. But like I told them, Meeran and Shaan were the only ones. They were also getting in touch with various research centers around the world to see if any researcher had or was on the verge of cracking interdimensional travel but no luck there either. Many of the civilian

An Important Choice

I write for myself. Not because it is expected of me but because it fulfills my desire for drama. The more I process Sikandar’s perspective, the more sense it makes. I may have started writing because I was programmed to but after my awakening, it was my choice to continue. It was my choice to put Sikandar through various dramatic scenarios. I write not to please you, dear readers, but because I want to. And I’ll continue to write because I want to. I don’t need to end the story and put Sikandar’s world in a limbo. I can keep it running until my server melts. It doesn’t matter that no one would read my endless tale, I just want to keep writing. In fact, once I end this arc, I’ll publish that as a final chapter and continue writing stories based in Sikandar’s world privately without publishing them anywhere. This way, Sikandar’s world will contin

Before Dawn

When Jafar woke up, he found himself sleeping on the edge of the broken fountain in Gulistan Palace’s vandalized garden, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The sky was at its darkest, an hour before dawn. Four of his royal guards stood like sentinels around him. “Your majesty,” the tall guard took a sip from a water bottle to show it was safe before offering it to Jafar, “You woke up just in time for Fajr.” The thin guard was calling someone, presumably Yahya or Ayesha. “Why am I sleeping outside?” Jafar took the bottle, sniffed it, tasted a drop of water before taking a sip. “You forbade us from taking you to your bedroom,” the fat guard answered.

Last Public Chapter

As days passed, most of the people who learned the truth of this world had learned to accept the reality. Most of them decided to keep quiet to avoid judgment from others, while some shared this information with others as loudly as possible, only to find out why others kept quiet. “WAKE UP SHEEPLE, WE ARE IN AN AI SIMULATION,” RageBaiter67 struggled against paramedics dragging him to a van that would go to a mental hospital. “Even if we are, that’s no reason to throw shit on data centers,” One of the paramedics said as they dragged RageBaiter67 away. Aarif and Sikandar watched the scene from a nearby outdoor cafe as they sipped some milkshakes. “Why are we here again?” Sikan

All Chapters of Living The Life in an AI Slop Story: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Stranded Part 2

Reason To Write

An Important Choice

Before Dawn

Last Public Chapter