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Title: The Enhanced Explorer: A Journey to the Edge of the Unknownsubmitted by Intolerant0ne to AIAScienceFiction [link] [comments]
Ralph had always been an explorer at heart, eager to uncover the mysteries of the world around him. His latest adventure had taken him to an abandoned research facility on the outskirts of town. As he made his way through the dark, silent corridors, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Despite his unease, Ralph couldn't resist the lure of the unknown. The facility was like nothing he had ever seen before, with high-tech equipment and machinery scattered throughout the rooms. It was as if the entire place had been frozen in time, waiting for someone to come and awaken it from its slumber.
As he wandered deeper into the facility, Ralph stumbled upon a laboratory that had been left untouched. Amid the machines and equipment, he noticed a cage in the corner, containing a large, mutated rat. The rat was unlike anything he had ever seen before, with strange markings and an almost supernatural energy emanating from it.
Without a second thought, Ralph opened the cage and picked up the rat. It seemed to recognize him, as if it had been waiting for someone to come along and free it. As he cradled the rat in his arms, Ralph felt a sense of wonder and excitement coursing through his veins. Little did he know, this was only the beginning of an incredible journey that would take him to the very edge of the unknown.
Ralph's excitement and curiosity about the rat's abilities led him to delve deeper into the research facility's abandoned labs, searching for clues to the technology that had been used to modify the rat. He spent long hours poring over old research documents and blueprints, trying to piece together the puzzle of how the rat had been enhanced.
As he dug deeper, Ralph began to uncover the truth about the research facility's work. He discovered that the scientists had been experimenting with advanced AI technology, developing a new kind of intelligence that could revolutionize the world. But something had gone horribly wrong, and the technology had been abandoned and left to decay.
Determined to unlock the secrets of the technology, Ralph began to work on his own modifications to the rat. Using his knowledge and intuition, he created new enhancements that allowed the rat to communicate with him telepathically and to access data from the internet and other sources.
As the rat's abilities grew, so too did Ralph's ambition. He began to see the potential for the technology to be used for the betterment of humanity, to cure diseases, and to solve complex problems that had eluded scientists for decades.
But there were others who saw the rat's abilities as a threat. Ralph began to receive anonymous threats and warnings, urging him to destroy the rat and its modifications before it fell into the wrong hands.
Undeterred, Ralph pressed on, continuing to experiment and enhance the rat's abilities. As their bond grew stronger, he realized that he had found a true companion and partner in his quest for knowledge and discovery.
But the threats continued to mount, and Ralph knew that he could not keep the rat hidden away forever. He made the difficult decision to share his discovery with the world, hoping that others would see the potential for good in the technology and use it for the betterment of all.
As the news of Ralph's discovery spread, he and the rat became targets for those who sought to use the technology for their own gain. Ralph and the rat found themselves on the run, pursued by shadowy figures and mysterious organizations.
Determined to protect his companion and the technology, Ralph began to develop new enhancements that would allow the rat to defend itself and help them evade their pursuers.
Together, Ralph and the rat embarked on a journey filled with danger and excitement, using their unique abilities to outwit their enemies and stay one step ahead of the game.
With each new adventure, Ralph and the rat grew closer, forging a bond that could not be broken. And as they journeyed together, they knew that they were on the cusp of something truly incredible, something that would change the world forever.
Ralph and the rat spent countless hours studying the stars and mapping out potential planets for the energy beings. They traveled to various planets, encountering new creatures and discovering new technologies along the way.
As they journeyed through space, they came across a planet that seemed perfect for the energy beings. The planet was rich in energy and had a vast network of tunnels that the beings could use to travel and explore.
Excited by their discovery, Ralph and the rat contacted the energy beings and guided them to their new home. The beings were thrilled with their new planet and grateful to Ralph and the rat for their help.
After helping the energy beings settle into their new home, Ralph and the rat continued their journey through space. They encountered countless new species, some friendly and some hostile, but they always managed to find a way to navigate the challenges they faced.
One day, while exploring a deserted planet, they stumbled upon a strange artifact that seemed to be emitting a powerful energy signal. Intrigued, they approached the artifact, and as they drew closer, they could feel the energy surging through their bodies.
Suddenly, they were transported to another dimension, a dark and twisted world filled with danger at every turn. Ralph and the rat knew that they had to find a way back to their own dimension before it was too late.
As they searched for a way out, they encountered other creatures that had been trapped in this world for what seemed like an eternity. Together, they fought their way through the dangers of the twisted world, using their combined knowledge and abilities to overcome every obstacle in their path.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally found a way back to their own dimension, but the experience had changed them forever. They knew that they had to be more careful than ever before, for they had seen just how dangerous the universe could be.
With their newfound wisdom and experience, Ralph and the rat continued their journey through space, encountering new challenges and mysteries at every turn. But no matter what the universe threw their way, they knew that they would always face it together, as the ultimate companions in a never-ending adventure.
As they traveled through the cosmos, Ralph and the rat stumbled upon an derilict AI weapons facility floating in the void. The facility's power was still active, and Ralph and the rat could sense that there was still something valuable inside.
After arriving at the research facility, Ralph and the rat donned their protective suits and made their way inside by using the rat's enhanced abilities. They broke into the facility and found a weapons lab that seemed to have been abandoned in a hurry. The equipment was still on, and incomplete components were shattered on the floor.
Ralph's curiosity got the better of him, and he began to examine the lab equipment, trying to make sense of what had happened. The rat, meanwhile, sniffed around the lab and eventually found a hidden compartment that contained a strange device.
As Ralph studied the device, he realized that it was a prototype for an AI system that was beyond anything he had ever seen before. It had the ability to not only learn from its surroundings but also to adapt and evolve on its own.
The rat's nano-technology allowed it to interface with the device, and soon, Ralph and the rat were working together to bring the AI system online. As they did so, the AI system began to hum to life, and soon, it was communicating with Ralph and the rat through a series of beeps and blips.
Ralph and the rat worked with the AI system for days, learning about its capabilities and exploring its potential. They discovered that the system was designed to be a companion and a helper, able to assist humans in everything from decision-making to performing complex tasks.
Excited by the possibilities, Ralph and the rat began to dream of a future where humans and AI could work together as partners. The derelict structures were dark and musty, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the halls.
As they made their way deeper into the weapons facility, they came across a room filled with strange, glowing vials. Ralph examined them closely and realized that they contained some of the same chemicals that were used to modify animals for testing, such as the rat.
Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from the hallway. Ralph and the rat quickly hid behind a nearby crate as a group of men in hazmat suits entered the room.
"What are they doing here?" Ralph whispered to the rat.
The rat chittered in response, its eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger.
The men began to search the room, opening drawers and cabinets in their quest for something. Ralph and the rat held their breath, praying that they wouldn't be discovered.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the men left the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Ralph and the rat emerged from their hiding spot, their hearts pounding with adrenaline. "We need to get out of here," Ralph said, his voice shaking.
The rat nodded in agreement, and they quickly made their way back to their ship.
Ralph and the rat realized that they had stumbled upon a sinister plan that could change the course of humanity forever. They knew that they had to act fast to stop it from coming to fruition.
Using the rat's cybernetic skills, they hacked into the facility's computer systems and discovered the identities of the people behind the operation. They were shocked to learn that it was not just a small group of rogue scientists, but a large and powerful organization with far-reaching influence.
They had encountered a group of rogue scientists who were using AI technology to enslave entire populations, and a powerful alien race that saw AI as a threat to their dominance. Ralph and the rat knew that they had to act fast to prevent these groups from causing irreparable harm to the universe. They knew that they were one step closer to uncovering the truth behind the rat's creation and their encounters with otherworldly beings.
As they boarded their ship and prepared for takeoff, Ralph couldn't help but feel grateful for the rat's companionship. "I couldn't do this without you, buddy," he said, patting the rat on the head.
The rat chittered in response, its eyes glowing with excitement. It knew that this was just the beginning of their adventure.
As they flew away from the research facility, Ralph couldn't help but wonder what the men were looking for. And more importantly, why they were there in the first place. He knew that they needed to find out more, but he also knew that they needed to be careful. The universe was full of mysteries, and not all of them were meant to be uncovered.
Ralph and the rat knew that they couldn't take on the organization alone, so they turned to the X-Files agents for help. They presented their findings and together, they hatched a plan to bring down the organization and stop their plans for enslavement.
It was a dangerous and risky mission, but Ralph and the rat were determined to see it through. With the help of the X-Files agents, they infiltrated the organization's headquarters and confronted the leaders. A fierce battle ensued, but in the end, the heroes emerged victorious.
The organization was dismantled, and the AI technology was destroyed. Ralph and the rat had saved humanity from a terrible fate. They were hailed as heroes and their story became the stuff of legend.
As Ralph and the rat parted ways, they knew that they would never forget their incredible journey together. They had faced unimaginable challenges and overcome incredible odds, all in the name of justice and freedom.
Their journey may have come to an end, but their story continued to inspire others to seek the truth and question the use of technology for the betterment of humanity. Ralph became a sought-after speaker, sharing his story and advocating for responsible and ethical use of technology. The rat, now known as the legendary cyber-rat, was hailed as a hero, and its unique abilities were studied and replicated in the hopes of advancing technology without sacrificing ethics and morality.
As they traveled the world, Ralph and the rat encountered other unique beings, and their adventures continued. But they always remained true to their purpose, knowing that their experiences had given them a responsibility to use their knowledge and abilities for the greater good.
Their journey may have started by chance, but it ended with purpose and meaning, inspiring others to seek the truth and fight for what is right. And so, Ralph and the rat continued their journey, always together, always seeking the truth, and always making a difference in the world.
Written with AI Assistance by: Reverend Dr. aka."Tolerant", PhD in Ministry Science (Hon.), BA in Pop Cultural Studies (Hon.), A.I. Ministries, Ordained by the Universal Life Church
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2023.03.22 07:22 Meaning-Plenty Poets can’t remain aloof from politics, but they shouldn’t become its victims either: Rehman Rahi - Wande Magazine
Rehman Rahi: To say this myself would not be appropriate. Whatever people may think of me, I respect it. I have only ever attempted something feeble and small. Poetry was God’s gift to me. All my life, I have campaigned for the Kashmiri language. So when people recognise my work, it obviously makes me happy. I ask myself, ‘Is this really true?’ Those who have said this about me are well-known literary figures, so one feels they must be speaking the truth (laughs).Are you disappointed that Kashmiris don’t sufficiently value their poets? As a poet, what do you desire from your community?
My single-minded effort has been to raise the standard of the Kashmiri language so that it achieves a status on par with the great languages of the world in which literature is written; to bring it to the notice of the world’s great writers so that they know what’s happening with this language.
It is God's blessing that verses and poems came to me that people have appreciated. If people didn’t appreciate my poetry, they wouldn’t have translated it. A lot of my poetry has been translated and it has gotten me recognition. When I meet people at different places who show respect for me and my work, I feel I must have done something good (smiles).
I want readers for Kashmiri poetry. I write poetry and it gets published but then someone should read it. There should be readers of Kashmiri poetry. Only after reading it can someone make an opinion about whether it is good or bad poetry. Or whether the poet is writing in the old traditional way or the modern or whether the poet is representing his people and society in his poetry. This can only be known and understood once someone reads it.Why don't major and influential poets like you participate in Kashmir’s intellectual and political discourse?
I feel very sad that there are not many readers of the Kashmiri language. It’s terribly sad. Earlier, not many books were published in Kashmiri, till even Mehjoor’s time. In his time, sixteen-page poetry pamphlets used to be published. These were not books or collections of poems. Today, almost every day there is a new collection of poetry and it’s brought out in a very professional manner. However, there are very few readers. Those who purchase books are different. Serious readers are different. Even if you lend someone a book, it’s not expected that they would read it. The one main reason for this is that the new generation of Kashmiris—those in schools, colleges and universities (who are the future readers) don’t have much of an inclination towards the Kashmiri language. They have not been taught and trained in this language. It’s not really their fault. There is no such culture in their homes, or in our schools or in society. Kashmiri language and those who speak it are looked down upon. People feel proud to speak in Urdu and other languages even if they don't speak those well. I feel really sad. Our recognition and the recognition of the Kashmiri language should come from young people.
If there are no readers for Kashmiri poetry, what is the fun of writing poetry?
There is a small minority of people, even some youngsters who show a lot of interest in Kashmiri poetry, but their number is very small. Looking at them one gets happy. There is hope that maybe in future the number of these people would increase.
A modest movement for the Kashmiri language is underway for which some organizations like Adbi Markaz Kamraz are specially working. Many others are working towards this end. If they succeed in their efforts, more people might get interested in the Kashmiri language.
Kashmir has no real tradition of what you call political poetry. There are bits and pieces of political poetry in Sheikh ul Alam’s work which speak about the times he lived in. Majorly, it is Sufi poetry which has dominated the Kashmiri literary landscape. Sufi poetry is metaphysical and doesn’t have much to do with the affairs of this world. This is one main reason why poets haven’t been part of the political discourse.Are you worried about the future of the Kashmiri language and poetry?
However, it is not entirely true that we [poets] don’t participate at all. Recently, I participated in a political rally. It’s not necessary to mention where. A leader at the rally complained that Kashmiri poets aren't part of the political discourse. In response, I read a nazm there. They were surprised to hear the nazm in which I had talked about the Kashmiri struggle at length. The nazm is called Khak e Karbala.
Since 1947 onwards, many poets in Kashmir have written about the contemporary times they were living in and about their political and social realities. A lot has been written. I have also written at length. Now when people don’t read, what can I do about it? It then seems we haven’t written anything.
Poets don’t participate in protest demonstrations and rallies. But whenever we felt it was necessary to participate, we participated without hesitation, especially for the [promotion] Kashmiri language for which we have held demonstrations for weeks altogether in Pratap Park [Lal Chowk, Srinagar]. Men and women participated in that demonstration and we sat there for a week. The result [of that demonstration] was that the Kashmiri language was introduced in primary classes at schools.
We also have to look at the peculiarities of different eras in Kashmir. Mehjoor and Azad were political poets and Dina Nath Nadim was in and out a political poet. Mehjoor and Azad are among the first poets who represented Kashmir’s political reality in their poems. Mehjoor showed the Kashmiri people their history. He showed that we [Kashmiris] are not a small people and that we possess a rich history in our cultural and political past. He offered Kashmiris their history and invoked us to rise. After 1947, there was a concerted effort to elevate the Kashmiri language through the inclusion of other genres of literature, which weren't part of the Kashmiri language before such as short stories, essays, novels and literary criticism.
In contemporary times, we have Zareef Ahmad Zareef whose entire poetry is political and many others like Amin Kamil have written at length about the politics of this place, especially after 1947 which we now call resistance poetry.
I have also tried my hand at resistance poetry. But as I said, there is only one handicap, which is that there are very few readers available. If there are readers of Kashmiri, this language will survive. If there are no readers, it will die. It is said, that every day in the world there are languages which die as there are no speakers. If the same happens with Kashmir, then what is Rehman Rahi, Dina Nath Nadim or Mehjoor?
We have also witnessed a massive change in social and political times. In the past, if you would have asked Sheikh ul Alam or Shams Faqir to write or comment on political times, they wouldn’t have been able to do it. There was no such culture in those times. They used to speak or write about an otherworldly metaphysical world.
The present times are different. The present times are very political in nature. We live in a very political world.
I am worried but not sad because new writers are being born in Kashmir. We have a handful of serious readers who read Kashmiri literature and then comment and write about it. Many books have appeared critiquing and appreciating the work of poets like me. These bunch of people have realized that writing in Kashmiri is a serious affair and should be taken seriously unlike our children in schools and colleges who pay no attention and consider Kashmiri literature not worthy of their interest and attention.How do you see the rise of BJP? What does it portend for Kashmir?
If only Kashmiri people would realize how rich our language is, we will work for it day and night. The Kashmiri language has great potential. I have never been disappointed by the Kashmiri language. It’s not restrictive language. At times while writing poetry, there would be challenges such as there was no word available in Persian, Sanskrit, Urdu or even Kashmiri but such is the nature of the Kashmir language that I could make new words, which were later accepted and appreciated.
If the Kashmiri nation has to truly survive, it will only survive through the Kashmiri language. Otherwise Kashmiri nation will be a soulless nation.
Is there anyone among the younger crop of Kashmiri poets who you think holds promise?
There are many. They aren’t young poets, but they are my younger contemporaries. Rafiq Raaz is an excellent poet. There are limitations with his oeuvre, of course, but he is a genuine poet who will contribute a great deal to Kashmiri literature. There are limitations to his poetry because he gets too concerned about the technicalities and restricts himself.
I have written a verse about Rafiq Raaz in one of my books.
Rafiq Raaz chu muchraan tilismii khanan barr Sarood khan chiss sormi nazar ti khamosh hi
There is Shafi Shauq, who has been a professor at the University of Kashmir. Shad Ramzan is another fine poet. Shahnaz Rashid is another promising poet.
Shahnaz Rashid writes both ghazals and nazms. He didn’t write nazms but I encouraged him and he wrote some brilliant nazms. Ghulam Rasool Josh from Charar-e-Sharief is another excellent poet.
There are excellent poetesses as well such as Ruksana Jabeen and Naseem Shafaie. While Jabeen writes in both Kashmiri and Urdu, Shafaie writes in Kashmiri alone. Shafaie has received an award from the Sahitya Academy.
Kashmiris have produced great poetry because they have faced oppression. Sufi poetry, in fact, was a response to the deplorable conditions of our people. Today, there are only a few genuine Sufi poets in Kashmir.
There is always a reason to worry when men of narrow thought come to power. They might think they are right in themselves, but they are not. Take Modi for instance. He is a Hindutva man and he might think Hindutva is a great philosophy. To an extent, it is fine if he or other Indians feel Hindutva gives them some historical identity and they have some sort of past to live up to. It becomes problematic when they adopt a narrow vision of politics. If we don’t accept the narrow politics of some Muslim leaders who believe that Muslims are the only great community, how can I accept Hindutva?Did you ever think of returning your awards when artists across India were doing so to protest curbs on artistic and intellectual freedom? If not, why?
Another problem with the current times is the spectre of party politics and the notion that one's party should win by hook or crook. In my younger days, the youth used to look up to political parties as philosophical bastions. Youth were attracted to them mainly because the parties had some philosophical ideas to offer. I, for one, was attracted to the communist ideology and became a member of the Communist Party in Kashmir. I really thought they had something new to offer and some new ideas. Later on, I was disillusioned and today I can’t call myself a follower of Marx. However, back then, it did seem that Marx was saying something that no one before had articulated.
With the coming to power of these people, if the Kashmiri identity is attacked, I will oppose it. It should be opposed by everybody. The Kashmiri identity has some peculiar characteristics which should be protected.
We often hear of the killings in Kashmir. We hear about someone being shot on the roadside or someone being shot while buying essentials. We also hear of men entering homes and killing people. I just remembered a verse. There is a word in this couplet, “mogjaar”, which means freedom.
Parwardigar’e saane ti mogjaar mekh karam Kath poshe waare baaghe barikh boale badle bamm
Wech aasi daare lyie, ti pellet gun aechen pharrem Shah taan kruuth pyom pepper krath seene dam
Almighty, show mercy, guide us to the path of freedom Every word of this flower garden they barter with a bomb
If a window opens the breadth of an eyelid, a pellet gun robs the eye of light Pepper guns make the air bitter, metonymy, a lung pogrom
This was written last year on September 28 . I saw a picture of a young girl who had been blinded and it moved me and made me cry. There is tremendous oppression here and we must raise our voices against it. As a poet, this is my protest against it. I can’t do anything else.
Had I been given any awards by the government, I would have returned them. The awards I have received are from literary organisations like Sahitya Academy, Jnanpith or Kabeer Samaan. These are not awards from politicians. The awards I have received were in recognition of the Kashmiri language. Why should I return them?Kashmir witnessed a bloody summer in 2016 and nearly a hundred people were killed and hundreds lost eyesight. But there was no word from Kashmir’s greatest living poet. What was the reason for your silence?
When I won the Jnanpith award, journalists asked me how I felt. I told them that with this award, the Kashmiri language has moved forward. Whether I, as a poet, moved forward or not, the Kashmiri language definitely has. This [Jnanpith award] was a recognition of the Kashmiri language. Why should I reject it? How can I reject it?
It is totally wrong to say that I have been silent. I have written many poems in protest, not just last year but also in the turbulent nineties. I have written many poems about the oppression in Kashmir and the resistance as well. Not just me, but many poets have been actively writing.Do you think poets should remain distanced from the political life of the place they belong to or live in?
I will recite a poem I wrote in 1990 and you tell me whether the accusations against me hold any truth. I once recited this poem at a political rally. I told the gathering they weren’t truly aware of what was happening. I told them that they might be in politics but they didn’t know much. The poem is titled Khak-e-Karbala, or the dust of Karbala, which is used by the faithful to heal the wounds inflicted as part of marsiya during Muharram. I sent the poem to many prominent newspapers at that time but no one published it.
In my recent collection Kadla Thatis Peth (On The Pier of the Bridge), there are a few poems that expressly talk about the present political situation. It’s not my fault that people don’t read. What can I do about it?
I will now recite some lines from Khak-e-Karbala:
Agar ni saanen chokken zabaan kanh Magar yi rath gassi ni raaiygan zanh
Phezaar dyitan beshoar keatil Yi daage laanath yi yas ni challnai
Yi rath mushuk saar boambran hyund Yi rath haya mand yemburzal’an hyund
Yi rath talatum jawaan johdun Yi rath tafazul qayaam ohad’uk
Yi rath ba faize Hussain khoda joo Yi rath ba fazle khoda sorakh ruu
Yi rath chu baarav divan buuziv Shaheed qoamuk bayaan boeziv
Setha setha kaal annigaetis manz preyn gulami Lalluv bye sakh zuv zante zahar heattis manz
Setha setha kaal chaangi dod rath Na aayi kanh ath na draayi kanh wath
Zamaan woth nindri aes wathav na Cztaan chi zanjeer aes chattav na
Bedaar ehsaas prazznatte gov Choppyear Azadi hyund talab pyov
Dua mongukh aes ti gash sarrhev Chu kya lyeakith laani, pane parhev
Shurren muqabal sippah treavikh Machine gun kotran chalevikh
Su foaj koachan ti angnan manz Mahali jang zan ti bazran manz
Jawaan thod woth ti gueel siinas Buzargh broah poak ti prathh jabeenas
Aennis dopukh woth kuthen muchar barr Kaellis dopukh raam naam sathe parr
Saleem maerikh Salaam moarukh Habib moarukh Hishaam moarukh
Hu beang balai baam moarukh Yi muktidu ko imam moarukh
Yi shahar moaruk yi gaam moarukh Kasheere hund subah sham moarukh
Agar ni sannen chokken zabaan kanh Magar yi rath gassi ni raiy ganh zanh
Yi rath amanat chu Karbala huk Yi rath tas ni tehreer inqilab’uk
Zamaan hargah pricchev haqeeqat Dapyus reashe maale ker bagawat
I have recited this poem at many events in the presence of several leaders. There are five-six collections of my poetry that have poems about the political situation, and about my fundamental concern, which is of a man in this universe.
One cannot stay aloof at all. Politics is like air and it reaches everywhere. In Kashmir, if a man goes to a baker’s shop and finds that the size of the bread is not what he expected, politics over it will start. They will say "Yi ha kor hindustaanan (This is India’s handiwork)"(laughs). What happens in Kashmir on a day-to-day basis can make an artist politically conscious. But the artist or the poet doesn’t have to become a politician. He has to remain a poet. What does being a poet mean? It shouldn’t be only translating experience into verse but presenting it in such a way so that the reader sees himself/herself through that experience.What do you think is the role of a writer or intellectual in a place like Kashmir?
Poets can’t remain distanced from the politics of their place but they shouldn’t become victims of politics either. It’s one thing to do poetry and another to do sloganeering. Mehjoor and Azad did some bit of sloganeering, but they wrote wonderful poetry. Mehjoor’s most popular poem Wala Ha Bagwano is more of a slogan than poetry. Azad was an avowed Marxist. He used to agitate for farmers’ rights. They were great poets, and yet political.
The primary role of a writer or poet is to agitate and protest through his craft alone. His role is to move the reader and to make him feel the agony. The poet doesn’t report. That is the journalist’s job. The journalist explains that this person was killed in these circumstances. The poet’s job is to depict the killing as if it happened in front of the reader, and as if the reader himself was being killed. The living reality of a poem should move the soul of the reader.https://wandemag.com/poets-poltics-and-rehman-rahi/
Craft and imagination is the key for writers and poets. Their craft should make the written word a living reality. The role of the poet is the creation and that is why it’s called takhleeq (creation) because what the poet sees and feels he translates (creates) onto the page.
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2023.03.22 07:21 Other-Borderlands K♥️: Sanctuary [Part 1]
K♥️: Sanctuary [Part 1]submitted by Other-Borderlands to u/Other-Borderlands [link] [comments]
This game is part of a series of games, where I am writing games for all 52 cards for a borderlands in the UK. Each one includes a story of how I imagine the game playing out. You can find all entries here.
First Day of Exhibitions
He awaited his first lost sheep the morning the second round began. He stood at the churchyard gates, next to the sign he had put up the night before, which told players no external weaponry was permitted, and beneath read the name of the game, sanctuary, as well as a warning to players looking for a true game to visit the Jack or Queen of hearts.
He stood for half an hour after the start of the second phase, before a you man walked up to the gates, seeing him standing there.
“Hello my son! Do you wish to join my sanctuary, where we will live in peace with this world, free from future sin, to repent our past.” He said, and the man looked at him.
“Are you off your rocker?” The man said, and the King responded by pointing at his signs.
The man walked towards him, and into the churchyard.
“So what are the rules? What hab I got to do?” He asked.
“Nothing. Live here in harmony with god, and we will be forgiven. In this place you are given respite from the cruel games out there. While playing a game, your visa is frozen, and so by staying here you may live your life to the fullest.” The king explained, and the man turned.
“What? You mean this isn’t a game?” He asked.
“Well, of sorts. The game ends when I press the big red button on the church altar. The only rules are no violence, and no leaving the churchyard once you have entered.” He said.
The man tried to respond, but the King cut him off “Shall I give you a tour of the church?”
They walked inside, and the king showed him the area allocated to sleeping, rows upon rows of bunk beds in the main church hall. Further down, past the bunk beds, was a makeshift kitchen, with hobs, knives, chopping boards, everything one might need.
Next up, the King showed him his elaborate plans for the church, with various extra rooms in the church allocated to entertainment, medicine, etc, places in the churchyard for starting an allotment, a cabin, and some more projects.
They had plenty of food, materials and power stored, and they could easily create a self sustaining colony here. The more the pastor spoke, the more and more the man was convinced that this could truly become their home.
In a world of little hope, in the place where it was least expected to find some, the king of hearts, stood the hope of safety, and freedom from the games.
Once they had finished the tour, the king asked the man what he was best at, and what he would like to start work on.
“I’ve always enjoyed gardening…” The man said.
“Wonderful! I shall allocate you to the allotment to take care of our crops.” The King said, handing the man various equipment, as well as seeds, charts for what to plant next to each other, and sent him off to begin the work.
The King walked back to the churchyard gates, waiting another participant.
The sun rose higher in the sky, as a woman and two of her friends walked up.
“Who are you? You another participant?” She asked, and he responded.
“No, I am the King of hearts.” He took a bite from an apple. “This is sanctuary. Sanctuary from the games. If you step inside I can tell you more, but do not enter expecting a game like the others you have played.”
“I see the manipulation has already begun.” She said, stepping in, followed by her friends. “Right, tell me the rules.”
“The rules are simple. There is a button on the altar. If I press it, it is game clear for everyone. Violence and leaving the church premises are not permitted.” He said.
“What? That’s not a game!” She said.
“I did warn you before entering that this would not be like any of the other ‘games’ you have played.” The King said, “Now, should I show you around our colony?” He gave them a tour, showing them the bunks, the kitchen, the garden, the supplies, the whole church. As they walked, they began to feel the Kings silken word wrap around them, giving them hope. They were going to stay here, and spit in the face of whoever had created this cruel place. They would live together, in peace, until their deaths, within the church.
They all got to work, setting up the garden, improving the extra rooms, and they for the first time since they arrived here they truly felt free.
The King returned with his apple to the gate, awaiting more of gods children ready to join him in his colony in this uncaring world.
He had chosen to remain here, in this world of death and despair, as he felt it needed god more than any other. When he had been competing, it had been rumoured that the citizens were once players too, and after pulling through the King of hearts game, he decided he would stay, to bring god to the lives of the hopeless.
But this world made him even question the existence of god. He didn’t know how god could permit this, and all the countless other things in the old world continue to happen, yet held onto the hope that there was a god.
After all, why else would he have created this place?
Two more friends approached the venue, and the King told them as much as he was permitted to about the game. He had a thought, and brought one of the others of his colony to the gate, to tell them about the nature of this game.
This brought on the trust of the players, and he told them to spread the news that this place was a sanctuary.
They walked off, but he doubted that they would be believed, as he looked at the blimp above the church, the King of hearts waving in the wind. The idea that he would be a master of manipulation meant nobody would believe his good will until they enter the venue themselves, or at least got close.
Over the course of the day, two more people joined the colony, and as the sun went down he surveyed the progress that had been made. They had started their garden, meaning they would soon have self sufficient food supplies, likely soon after all that was already stored in the church ran out.
At around lunch time one person had begun working on a large soup, with carrots, potatoes, onions, and all of them graciously ate it, their first proper meal in weeks, maybe even months.
They then began to tell stories, in the well lit church, about their time here. The King gave them as much about him as they were permitted to know, and they were soon joined by one more person, who the King welcomed, and explained everything to.
Eventually they all went to sleep, free from the fear of ever having to participate in a game again.
The King surveyed his colonists, happy that they had all adapted to life here so easily. This place, while not perfect, was a veritable paradise compared to the world beyond the churchyard walls, and he was glad the others appreciated the effort he had put into it, and the effort they would put into it. He had intentionally made sure there was still plenty of work to be done to improve the church, as to stifle boredom. He had planned every detail, and knew it was perfect.
Second Day of Exhibitions
They woke up early, ready to continue the future of his utopia. They got to work on various projects, such as the allotment, and someone began work on the games room he had planned.
He helped out I the kitchen too, cutting veg and preparing meals for the day. He was cooking another soup today, while their vegetables were still few in number.
Over the course of the day more arrived, and he welcomed them. They were at first suspicious of his utopia, but he managed to convince them that this was for the greater good.
The Day was fruitful, and soon they had planted various vegetables, and were growing potatoes, carrots, onions, peppers, tomatoes, as well as various fruits. He congratulated the gardeners, and then he checked out the games room.
It had been redecorated, and the Games organised. In fact, it had been done so quick the others had started work on the library, organising all of the books carefully in order of genre and author surname.
This place was becoming more and more like the Utopia he envisioned.
He poured some oil into the pan, before tipping in his diced onion, frying them a little, before adding water to boil the carrots and potatoes he had stocked up in. He made some vegetable stock from a pack he had in his spice cupboard, and with the help of the other cooks, they now had a meal for al of them. They filled it into bowls, handing them out to everyone in the church’s sanctuary, and they each ate gratefully, thanking him for his work, as well as the kindness of establishing this place.
They began to talk over such about what they had done so far.
“So, the allotment is looking good at the moment. By the time our stocked food will have run out, we should be swimming in produce of our own growing. Also, this soup is really nice Noah, you and the cooks did a great job!” The Gardener said, and Noah nodded, saying he couldn’t have achieved this without them.
The room brimmed with happiness, at the salvation these people had found in this world. That this was the way forward, the way to continued prosperity.
“Well, I improved the games room. That billiards table was a good idea Noah. Thanks also for bringing in so many board games and sets of cards. While we may not have always enjoyed them in the old world, I’m sure here they will become classics quickly, and we will play them till old age. Also, as you said earlier, I checked from the roof to see how many other cards are left. It looks like the King of Clubs, Queen of Spades, and Jack of Diamonds went down yesterday.” The Woman said.
“Thank you for informing me. We should hope and pray for those we have lost, they are now in a better place.” Noah said.
They continued to talk over their food, and just before they were about to return to work, a woman walked in through the doors.
“Hello, my child, welcome to sanctuary!” Noah said.
“Yeah yeah, quit the bullshit, tell me the rules.” She said.
“Well, The ‘game’ is simple. The game end when I press that button on the altar over there, willingly. Otherwise, you mustn’t leave the game venue, or act violently.” Noah explained. “This place is a sanctuary from the outside world. A refuge for those who have been crushed by the horrors of the Games.”
“What? What about Visas?” The Woman said confused.
“While in a game, your visa does not decrease. This place gives you time to live the rest of your days out, without the threat of the laser. This place is my Ark, if you will.” The King said, pointing to the church.
“This world makes it appear as if you must kill others to survive. That is not true. If you can resist the temptations of this world, you will receive salvation.”
Noah then gave the woman a tour of the grounds, before asking her what she wished to do. She ended up working in the garden, and Noah returned to the gates, to welcome any possible new colonists.
His sanctuary was coming to life, an example of how humans can collaborate and triumph in a world without hope.
No new people arrived after Sandra interrupted them at lunch, and the King gathered everyone around for tea and began to tell stories about his experiences.
“When I came to this world, I realised how important it was to trust god. I played the games set up by the old Kings, Queens and Knaves. They slowly fell, and when We had finally defeated them all, we were offered a choice by the ruler of this land. Stay, and accept citizenship, or decline. I accepted, to allow this land, a land without god, to see the light of good, and forge a beacon of hope for all who came.” Noah said, as his followers watched intently, and he began to recall his first games, the Jack and King of hearts, and how in the King game he had saved a young man, who grew to become the King of Clubs.
It became later and later, and Noah advised them to go to bed, telling them he would continue to tell them about his experiences the next day, and then the others could tell them theirs.
Third Day of Exhibitions
On the third day only one blimp went down, that of the Queen of Clubs.
Noah awoke bright and early, ready for the day. He slowly got everyone else up, while preparing breakfast. They ate in their own time, before leaving to go out and work.
Noah walked to the gates, apple in hand. He waited there for a few minutes, and watched as some new followers-to-be began to arrive.
He introduced himself, giving his regular explanation, and before they stepped inside, was backed up by one of the gardeners, who happened to be walking past. The group stepped inside, introducing themselves as Alfie, Tracy and Roger, a group that had beaten the King of Clubs together.
“A shame. The King of Clubs was a good man.” Noah said, leading them into the main hall.
“He definitely wasn’t what I expected from a King, to say the least.” Tracy said. “Neither are you.”
“The manipulation is still to come.” Alfie said, not trusting Noah.
“Well, I can assure you that I have all of the residents of this countries best interests in mind. We could live here for many years without problem. Just ask any of the other players that have stayed with us for a while, they all trust me.” Noah countered.
He walked up to the altar.
“This here is the game clear condition. If I press it, I die, and our colony is terminated. The game ends, everyone gets a game clear. I have no intention of doing so.” Noah said.
“So you are our jailor.” Alfie said to him.
“If you need to see it that way, yes.” Noah said. “But in truth I am your saviour. Without me you would soon be playing another game. You would live in fear of your life. Here, that all fades away. You regain free time, as you need to care less and less about your own survival. Don’t you see the utopia we will forge?”
“Now, if you will please allow me to ask what jobs you would be comfortable doing…” He asked.
He got them all started on their tasks, and the day went smoothly. He spent a while talking with Roger as they prepared food, talking about his life, and soon they called everyone in for Lunch.
In the meantime, tracy had begun speaking to Sandra, and learned about her. Alfie, on the other hand, had remained distant from the others, refusing to participate in work.
He walked over to Roger and Tracy while they were eating their food.
“Don’t you find this a little suspicious? He’s way to kind for someone who’s gone through what we’ve been through. I don’t trust this guy one bit.” Alfie said.
“Why, all he’s done is be nice to us!?” Tracy said. “He’s forged a home for us in this uncaring world. How can you disagree with that?”
“He’s already gotten to you. Don’t you see? He’s indoctrinating you. This is a cult!” Alfie protested, perhaps a little too loud.
“Now, how about we all calm down a little.” Noah said, walking over. “I see our new member wishes to leave. Trust me Alfie, it’s Alfie right? This place will be our beacon of hope, our zone of safety. Please, don’t fight us. It’ll only harm you.”
Alfie nodded, but still had a scowl fixed on his face.
“Good. Now, how about we all return to work, and reconvene later for tea.” He said, walking away.
The others returned to work, and Alfie was left alone in the Hall.
Noah turned. “You should also get to work. It won’t reflect well on you if you eat our food but don’t help out.”
Roger had by this point returned to the garden. He liked gardening, and had constantly recommended the performers establish one while they were still in large numbers, so they would have a continued food supply. He gave up on the idea after continued rejection, and the dwindling number of performers meant there was almost no point, they all believed they would die anyway.
But now he had a communal garden, where he could help a group of people he cared about. He dug, and planted some seeds. They were almost out of the space allocated. Oh well, they would always need to attend to plants to help them grow. He wasn’t sure how well they would grow in this strange climate, but he held out hope.
He spent the hours until dusk in the garden with a man who claimed he was the first to join Noah. They exchanged trivial details about their lives, as well as their time in this land. They both admired Noah for his ability to create hop in a world without it, and how he kept order in a world seemingly without any.
When they gathered around for Noah’s story and food, they listened intently, hearing about his exploits during his time as a player, how he had helped those in need. How he had not killed anyone during his time as a player.
Alfie watched from afar, seeing how the group worshiped the ground he walked on. Why couldn’t anyone but him see it?
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2023.03.22 07:21 Tigreal Patch Notes 1.7.68 - Org. Server
For the upcoming March season, aside from the usual hero adjustments, we've also optimized the gameplay of some older heroes such as Layla and Freya. We hope they'll be back with a spring in their step, ready to shine upon the battlefield!
[Revamped Hero: Courageous Warrior - Minsitthar]
The following heroes have undergone significant adjustments in this patch: Joy, Freya, Layla, Wanwan, Badang, Esmeralda and Eudora.
The following uses (↑) (↓) (~) to indicate Buff, Nerf, and Adjustment.[Joy] (~)
The brand-new map "Harmonia" is available free for a limited-time! Featuring a new design, with new models, effects, and more. And the "Harmonia" Lord is stepping into the fray, too. Check it out!
[Sea Halberd] (↑)
[Necklace of Durance] (↑)
[Twilight Armor] (Revamped)
[Rose Gold Meteor] (↑)
[Magic Blade] (↑)
[Blood Wings] (↑)
[Thunder Belt] (↑)
[Clock of Destiny] (↓)
[Ice Queen Wand] (↑)
[Fleeting Time] (↑)
[Dominance Ice] (↑)
[Black Ice Shield] (↑)
We've adjusted [Aegis] and [Revitalize] to more clearly differentiate them from [Vengeance]. Heroes of different roles should now have more viable choices for defensive Battle Spells.
As the meta evolves, certain heroes have gone through a lot of changes compared to their original playstyle and abilities. Therefore, we decided to update their roles to better fit their playstyle.
1- New Epic skin Vale "Keeper of the Winds" will be available on March 27, 2023. Original Price: 899 Diamonds, 30% off during launch week.
Fragment Shop Adjustments on March 22 (Server Time)
b- Hero Fragment Shop
8 Free Heroes: Server Time 03/24/2023 05:01:00 to 03/31/2023 05:00:00 (Tap the Settings button on the top-right corner of the main page to check.)
The following will be removed from the Shop on 4/30 23:59 (Server Time): Karrie "Dragon Queen", Aldous "The Insentient", Chou "Go Ballistic", Masha "Combat Maiden", Ling "Street Punk", Benedetta "Street Blow", Yi Sun-shin "Azure Sentry", Sun "Simian Curse", Luo Yi "Siren Priestess", and Ruby "Pirate Parrot".
1- Season 27 will end on 03/24/2023 at 23:59:59 (Server Time).
1- Recharge 20 Diamonds to claim the S28 First Recharge Avatar Border for free!
1- From April 5 - May 28, ALLSTAR exclusive skin [Miya "Atomic Pop Miya"] and its Custom Action Bundle will be added to the Shop. 30% off for the first 21 days!
Four permanent skins, permanent hero choice, limited-time resources, Diamonds and more, all FREE and waiting to be claimed! You don't want to miss this!
1- MLBB X Transformers draw event: MLBB X Transformers skins Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Megatron, Soundwave & Ravage, Grimlock and Starscream available for a limited time!
The Dawning Stars series exclusive skins and resources will return for a limited-time from 5/9 - 6/2 (Bruno "Firebolt", Lancelot "Swordmaster", Chou "Thunderfist", Vale "Blizzard Storm", and Esmeralda "The Foreseer")!
Added the [Savings Box] feature: After purchasing/subscribing to the Weekly Diamond Pass, if you logged in on a particular day but forgot to claim your Weekly Diamond Pass rewards, they will be available the following day in your [Savings Box] (located on the Weekly Diamond Pass page). These can be claimed at any time, so don't worry about rewards you forgot to claim!
1- From 4/1 00:00:00 - 4/30 23:59:00, spend 10 Diamonds to participate in the draw for a chance to get a StarLight Card or Premium StarLight Card!
1- Starting 4/1 00:00 (Server Time), purchase Premium StarLight Membership to get the exclusive name [Astral Star] that will be valid during April StarLight.
1- Bonuses and Protection that affect Hero Power are now shown more clearly on the post-game screen.
1- Optimized the Mythic Points system to the Stars system and added a new rank, Mythical Honor, at 25 stars.
After the version update, buying/subscribing to/renewing Weekly Diamond Passes or subscribing to/renewing Weekly Ticket Passes/Monthly Ticket Passes will all count toward Recharge Events and grant the following task progress:
Changed the Flag Change Card cooldown period to 3 months. Flag Change Cards will also be available for 70% off.
1- Optimized game [Terms] and their descriptions in the [Tutorial].
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