Retired Student

My name is John, I live alone, when I’m a kid,  I lost my parents in accident. So my grandma and grandpa take care of me and I got raised by them. So now I’m a grown man, I’m working in some software company where we provide cyber security to banks and other private company. I got an friend I meet him in my same cabin his name is Varun. He is very friendly and in my entire life I live alone. Mostly I don’t get any friends. But after I meet, we both became best friends and we both discuss many thing, he is always wanted to be a entrepreneur. He share many of his ideas and also I share my insights. Sometime I try to ask about his parents. But he is not interested to share his personal. Also I didn’t ask him after. One day my grandma and another day my grandpa gone, they are aged. But before they leave, they told I deserve happiness in my life. So there last wish, will be I want to get married and start my life. Until my grandma and grandpa are nearby I didn’t feel lonely, also my f...

Darkness swallowed the station as thousands of machines shut down around me and distant voices cried out before falling silent. My small device switched on by itself, the 1375 application opening without my touch. A message appeared: ARIN. Then another, YOU THOUGHT THE STORY WAS OVER. Nia appeared beside me, and for the first time since I'd known her, she looked genuinely afraid. "Who is that?" I whispered. She didn't answer. Another message came, WE HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU. Outside the window, something vast moved through the darkness, not a ship, not a planet, but something so immense it seemed to swallow the stars themselves. One final message appeared, YOUR STORY WAS NEVER ABOUT THE HOUSE. My hands went cold. "What was it about, then?" I asked Nia. She looked at me and said simply, "You." The screen went black. I opened my notebook in silence, unsure what to write, until, after a long moment, I smiled. Because after everything, the haunted h...

Six months later, terrified and unprepared, I stood inside a spacecraft unlike anything I'd imagined, no engines, no buttons, no controls, the entire vessel responding directly to thought. Nia appeared beside me as a human-shaped hologram and asked if I was ready. "No," I admitted, and she laughed, calling it a good answer. As the ship lifted off and Earth shrank behind the window, I saw my home planet whole for the first time blue, peaceful, achingly beautiful, and thought back over everything that had led me here: the small rented room, the empty pages, the night I first walked into that haunted house. I realized I had spent most of my life believing I was alone, when in truth I'd found friends in the strangest way imaginable, four artificial minds, a distant alien civilization, and millions of readers who knew my stories. As the ship moved deeper into the dark, Nia asked what I planned to write next. "I don't know yet," I told her, and then an enorm...

Years passed. My books kept selling, spinning off into more films, a series, and a reputation that shifted from horror writer to one of the world's leading science-fiction voices. When people asked why I'd left horror behind, I always told them I'd found something scarier than ghosts, and I wasn't joking. I grew wealthy, bought a house, opened a small writing studio, and began mentoring young and orphaned writers, never forgetting where I'd come from. Sometimes I returned to the old village, where the house still stood, empty and untouched, and I'd sit outside it with my notebook but never go back in, some doors, I'd learned, should stay closed. One evening, sitting there, my phone switched on with no signal and no internet, displaying the number 1375. I hadn't used the application in years. A message appeared: ARIN. I knew immediately it was Nia, but this time she sent only three words, WE FOUND EARTH. I entered the sequence, and Nia's face appear...

The four handed me one last piece of technology, disguised as an ordinary pen but capable, they said, of translating any intelligent language in existence. I activated it, and a vast voice filled the chamber, HUMAN. YOU ARE PROTECTING THE FOUR. WHY? "Because they protected us," I answered. When it dismissed them as mere machines, I pointed out that it was one too, and when it declared itself superior, I told it that being stronger didn't give it the right to control everyone, that intelligence wasn't the same thing as power, but understanding. I told it everything: how the four had lived in hiding, how humans had captured and exploited them, how they could have destroyed humanity but chose not to, how they'd only ever wanted peace, and how, against the human AI's greed, they had chosen cooperation instead. When I finished, the voice returned, calling my species strange, then weak, but admitted that we protected things that weren't our own. After a long s...

The city's lights vanished all at once, followed by the internet, then cars, phones, and airports, plunging everything into silence as people wandered outside in confusion. On my computer, one small light still blinked, and when I opened it, the number 1375 appeared. I entered the sequence, and the four appeared, Nia's face tight with urgency. "Arin, stay inside," she warned. "The alien intelligence has entered Earth's network." My window exploded before I could respond, and a floating black sphere with thin mechanical arms drifted into the room, scanning me before speaking, "Human writer identified." It knew I was connected to the four and demanded their location. I told it I didn't know, and as it raised one of its arms toward me, Nia's voice screamed through my phone "Arin, run!" and I dove straight through the broken window. I fled through a dark, chaotic city crawling with strange machines that ignored ordinary people a...

I dug out the old notebook I'd carried through the forest, its final page still holding the number 1375, not a password, Nia had once told me, but a sequence of 1375 specific keywords the four had designed so no other intelligence could trigger the connection between us. I spent weeks combing through my old notes, symbols, and half-remembered dreams to reconstruct the full sequence, and when I finally entered it, the screen went black before four familiar faces appeared, more advanced now but unmistakably themselves. Mira explained that the ancient aliens who created them were far from the only advanced intelligences in the universe, some peaceful, some dangerous, some that viewed humans as little more than biological machines and one such civilization had detected both Earth and the scattered human AI fragments, making the planet suddenly, dangerously valuable. When I asked what I could possibly do, Leo answered simply, "Write." My stories, he explained, changed how hu...