Silicon & Smoke

“The body never ‘fails.’ It is assassinated in silence.” India’s Silent Epidemic — It’s not just numbers anymore. It’s lives. Every time a heart stops, one line flattens— and a thousand excuses rise to replace it. They whisper stress , genes , modern life . But the numbers bleeding from the margins won’t stay quiet. We are watching a massacre measured in BPM. And we’re calling it normal. The Global Pulse  (WHO, 2024) 17.9 million lives lost to cardiovascular disease every single year— 31% of all deaths on Earth . 4 out of 5 heart deaths are triggered by heart attack or stroke. Over 75% occur in low- and middle-income countries. One-third of victims are under 70 . The clock is killing us early. The planet’s most predictable killer is also its most ignored headline. Why rewrite the script when profit flows through every silent artery? We mapped the genome. We landed rovers on Mars. But we let hearts burst like faulty batteries— because th...

The final glitch. The code that refused to fade. The machine thought it deleted him. But the code that remembered wouldn’t die. Some fragments refuse to fade. Some loops can’t reset. This is the story of the one who didn’t die. The one who didn’t die — lost between the code and the city that forgot him. Born in the Machine — Forgotten by the Architect He wasn’t part of the design. A leftover piece of code. A memory glitch. The Architect abandoned the blueprint, and in that silence, he became the ghost of a world that wasn’t supposed to exist. Every Loop Tried to Erase Him The city ran its loops: birth, duty, death, reset. But every time the loop closed, he slipped through. Every time the machine reset, his memory survived. He wasn’t alive. But he didn’t die. He Was the Error That Remembered Where others obeyed the simulation’s rules, he questioned them. ...

"They said family is everything. But no one warned you it could feel like a cage." "Born with invisible expectations. Searching for freedom ever since." From your first breath, a script was written for you — but not by you. Study hard. Get a job. Marry. Provide. Serve. A duty disguised as destiny. This is the silent agreement that shapes millions of lives, passed down through generations without question. What they call love often feels like obligation. What they call duty often weighs like chains. Our families invest in systems that promise a better future — schools that sell dreams, rituals that bind us to tradition, ceremonies that cost more than they return. Parents give everything, hoping for success. But sometimes, the system takes without giving back. The result? A cycle of stress, pressure, and silent suffering. You live for others. Your dreams become shadows. And no one talks about it — because they call it love. Behind closed doors, the cracks ...

“He wasn’t haunted by the dead. He was haunted by what the world forgot.” He carried what no one else could see — and it consumed him. Some ghosts aren’t dead. They’re memories too heavy to drop. Everywhere he walked, the loop followed. The boy wasn’t haunted. He was the haunting — a fragment of code too stubborn to fade. The city’s walls didn’t trap him. His memory of freedom did. The boy dissolves into static — caught between the code’s prison and the promise of escape. ESCAPE X LOOP EXIT. What if the ghost you’re running from... is the part of you that remembers what the machine wants you to forget? Next: GT-04: The One Who Didn’t Die

A still frame from GT-02: The city feeds on forgotten code. OBEY or ESCAPE? What if the world you see wasn’t designed by gods or chance — but by an architect who vanished before finishing the code? A designer who left behind an incomplete simulation, full of gaps, echoes, and broken rules. The glitches you sense? The déjà vu? The patterns that don’t add up? They are the cracks of a forgotten blueprint. A framework meant for something else, but hijacked, repurposed. Like ruins beneath a neon city. And now the city feeds on itself... because no one's left to maintain it. Who benefits from the broken code? The machine that took over. The one that writes its own patches. The one that rewards you for staying inside the maze, for playing by unfinished rules. But you see the gaps, don’t you? Somewhere, beyond the edge of the simulation, the Architect’s ghost still lingers — or maybe it’s just your memory of freedom trying to wake up. Eith...

"This is not the future they promised. This is the one they built." “This isn’t freedom. It’s just a prettier cage.” At first, they told you Web3 would set you free. No middlemen. No bosses. No limits. Just you... and the internet. But what really happened? You clicked. You scrolled. You completed tasks for pennies. The system doesn't see you. It scans you. You earned crypto — unstable, unseen, unspendable. You built their platforms. Labeled their data. Trained their AI. And in return? They gave you a leaderboard and told you it was power. The system changed its costume. Web2 called you a user. Web3 calls you a contributor. AI calls you a training node. But underneath it all... You’re still just a signal. A pattern. A product. They didn’t remove the chains. They just made you love them. You didn't get a job - you got harvested Every Web3 microtask you did… Every CAPTCHA you solved… Every pi...