I love Tech
Today, I’m launching my first app. It’s a big deal for me. My name is Jae, by the way. I’ve waited for this day for as long as I can remember. To be precise, 20 years, 6 months and 3 days. I’m 32 now.
Since childhood, I’ve had an absurd fascination with technology. If anything new is in the block, I would be the first one to dismantle it. To know how it worked. Later on, I learnt multiple coding languages to shape myself to understand all the logic and algorithms the developers have used to create that product.
Some said I was marked. Others described it as merely an obsession. Anyway, here I’m, the man of the hour. All the spotlights will be on me tonight. It is a bit overwhelming, to be honest. People will be glorifying me more than my product. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not criticising, I mean who doesn’t relish being the centre of attention once in a while but it would be more pleasant if they make my product, the main talk point of tonight’s event.
When someone asks me what I want to do apart from building applications and do I think about anything other than technology, I always find myself dumbfounded. So I’ve decided to smile and nod and shift to the subsequent person in the room who might have a better questionnaire for me. To be honest, I don’t know what else I want. There’s a weird reason behind that. I hope you won’t burst into a laughing spree. I don’t remember my childhood. Yeah, I don’t. I mean, I remember everything from the age of 12 but before that, nothing. Nada. It’s all hollow. No sign of family or any kind of family memoir. I also must tell you that all my periods of sleep are dreamless. This is unusual, I know, but that’s my nickname. It’s like I roused one day, saw myself in a 12-year-old body and thought, yeah, let’s do tech, that sounds rad.
From that day onwards, I’ve surrendered my life to this curiosity for technology. And right now, I’m more dependent on it than a 17-year-old high schooler. I can’t stay anxiety-free without periodically checking what’s happening on Twitter. I’m too lazy to type. I think I might be the most prominent consumer of the voice-to-text feature. My sleep cycles get absolutely displaced if the temperature on the thermostat is not according to my requirement. I hope it gave you an impression of my reliance on technology in my day-to-day living.
The event worked as assumed. Reporters asked me to explain my app’s prominent feature and insisted that I describe it in layman’s terms. I told them that the main trait is whenever y’all click a picture of a landscape or of a popular landmark, the app will prompt all the major historical events which had happened in that place. In the order of impact or popularity. It’s quite an interesting app if you ask me. It further provided the Gen-Z with a new reason to go out and click pictures while blabbering out some random-historic fact in their caption, which very few of their followers would even care to read.
After the success party, I isolated myself with my preferred music playing on my pods and the best punch anybody could get in this century. The banquet was quite extravagant. I must praise Ziov for reserving this site. I scan a portrait in the corner where I’m cherishing my spirits. It was a gorgeous painting of a landscape. Lush as any green I’ve ever witnessed. With a monstrous head-like stone in between. It intrigued me. I tried to study the signature of the artist but surprisingly it wasn’t mentioned at any of the edges.
I got out my smartphone and took a snap of that painting through my app. Perfect use case. The first thing which popped up was something related to the Xikoni tribe. When I searched more, I came to know that a massive genocide was committed at this spot around 1050 AD by the Knights who were hired by the churches to convert the pagans and show them the light of our one true Lord. The Knights were ordered to convert all the members of the Xikoni tribe and those who refused should be burnt alive in front of their families to make a precedent. At the time of confrontation, the elders of the Xikoni tribe talked about the wonder and how they could never accept the church way after what they had witnessed today. Sadly, everyone from the tribe was slaughtered and reduced to ashes. Poor nimwits.
Xikoni people were nature worshippers. They considered Mother Nature as their Goddess. According to them, mother nature conveyed her messages through that giant rock that they addressed as their Lord. Initially, the Knights tried to destroy that rock to show the pagans how fragile their medium of communication was. But all their struggles were futile. Frustrated, they gathered the elders and frightened them that they would be executed in the most barbaric manner in front of their children if they decline to accept the proposed way. Complete savages.
This was plenty to make me visit that point. On my arrival, I was upset to see no Instagram influencer snapping dozens of pictures because that site was artistic. It was picture-perfect. The wind was breezy and I could sense a bit of iron on my tongue. I approached the mammoth rock and gazed at its commanding posture. It was a kind of structure which you’ll reach only after scanning left and right. It wasn’t illegal to touch or anything, it was just, intimidating.
When I caressed the rough surface of that stone, the winds got breezier. My lips quivered. I felt an ice-like sensation all over my face. Jae dropped down. Eyes closed, body, still breathing. He was actually sleeping. And for the first time, he experienced a dream. Where he was a toddler. Absorbing everything around him. People skinning live animals, wearing hoves on their heads. Hardly covering their body with any kind of clothing. Puddles everywhere. With each step, Jae was growing. Within 15 steps he wasn’t a toddler anymore, now he was an adolescent boy around 12. Running with the other boys of his age to drag down a wild boar. It was all happening so fast. And just when he wanted to stop and ask someone what was going on, he slipped over a stone and dropped flat on his temple. He woke up with a start.
Jae looked at his hands and thanked God he was no longer the boy in his sleep. But this isn’t the place where he fell asleep. That was a lush green landscape with a stretch going along the horizon. He was lying on a wooden bed which was covered with boar skin. No lights nothing in this small smelly room. The humidity was way above Jae’s limit. He was panicking really hard right now. And then, he heard an old couple sobbing at the corner, slowly stepping towards him.
“They told me you would never come back but how can a mother accept that? All the elders insisted that I should just put you out of your misery but my hands couldn’t do it”, the woman said. “Umm… excuse me Ma’am, who are you and where am I?” Asked the startled Jae. “Of course, you’re disoriented. This is like a revelation. Why don’t you lie down and we can slowly talk about it”, said the man — who had now stopped weeping. Jae didn’t like where this was going but he had to lie down otherwise the anxiety would be uncontrollable. So he did what they said. “You’re our son, Ziov. We belong to the Xikoni tribe. You fell on your head when you were just 12. Since then you were paralysed but not lifeless. In our tribe, we don’t let an animal or a human suffer. Hence the elders told us to waive your heart since you were still breathing. But of course, we didn’t do that. You’re our blood. And I informed them, as long as my son is breathing, I’ll take his guardianship. It has been numerous years since then. Both your sisters succumbed to that deadly Black ghost. I’m very sorry, Ziov. But I never gave up on you, believe me. I always comforted myself by announcing that Ziov is just in a very deep dream and that one day he would rise. We have to prepare ourselves now. Can you cruise my child?” Asked the woman. “Yeah. I can walk, I guess, but why?” Jae couldn’t believe his response. Stupid! That’s what you want to know first.
“It’s those Knights. They threatened us. They want us to convert. They had the order from their Church. Either we convert and start believing in their god or they’ll fire us alive. Although how can I accept their god and stop believing in mine when I can observe my Lord’s marvel right in front of me! The Lord has finally given us light. That light is you, Ziov. No one will bend once they see you. Your return will only strengthen our tribe’s faith in our Lord. We will fight these Christians. We will fight for our beliefs. A battle for our endurance. We won’t be just another chapter in their history books. We will be the future. We will defeat those who call us pagans and want to eradicate us. Years from now, people will read how the small tribe of Xikoni battled for their life and had emerged victorious.”
Since childhood, I’ve had an absurd fascination with technology. If anything new is in the block, I would be the first one to dismantle it. To know how it worked. Later on, I learnt multiple coding languages to shape myself to understand all the logic and algorithms the developers have used to create that product.
Some said I was marked. Others described it as merely an obsession. Anyway, here I’m, the man of the hour. All the spotlights will be on me tonight. It is a bit overwhelming, to be honest. People will be glorifying me more than my product. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not criticising, I mean who doesn’t relish being the centre of attention once in a while but it would be more pleasant if they make my product, the main talk point of tonight’s event.
When someone asks me what I want to do apart from building applications and do I think about anything other than technology, I always find myself dumbfounded. So I’ve decided to smile and nod and shift to the subsequent person in the room who might have a better questionnaire for me. To be honest, I don’t know what else I want. There’s a weird reason behind that. I hope you won’t burst into a laughing spree. I don’t remember my childhood. Yeah, I don’t. I mean, I remember everything from the age of 12 but before that, nothing. Nada. It’s all hollow. No sign of family or any kind of family memoir. I also must tell you that all my periods of sleep are dreamless. This is unusual, I know, but that’s my nickname. It’s like I roused one day, saw myself in a 12-year-old body and thought, yeah, let’s do tech, that sounds rad.
From that day onwards, I’ve surrendered my life to this curiosity for technology. And right now, I’m more dependent on it than a 17-year-old high schooler. I can’t stay anxiety-free without periodically checking what’s happening on Twitter. I’m too lazy to type. I think I might be the most prominent consumer of the voice-to-text feature. My sleep cycles get absolutely displaced if the temperature on the thermostat is not according to my requirement. I hope it gave you an impression of my reliance on technology in my day-to-day living.
The event worked as assumed. Reporters asked me to explain my app’s prominent feature and insisted that I describe it in layman’s terms. I told them that the main trait is whenever y’all click a picture of a landscape or of a popular landmark, the app will prompt all the major historical events which had happened in that place. In the order of impact or popularity. It’s quite an interesting app if you ask me. It further provided the Gen-Z with a new reason to go out and click pictures while blabbering out some random-historic fact in their caption, which very few of their followers would even care to read.
After the success party, I isolated myself with my preferred music playing on my pods and the best punch anybody could get in this century. The banquet was quite extravagant. I must praise Ziov for reserving this site. I scan a portrait in the corner where I’m cherishing my spirits. It was a gorgeous painting of a landscape. Lush as any green I’ve ever witnessed. With a monstrous head-like stone in between. It intrigued me. I tried to study the signature of the artist but surprisingly it wasn’t mentioned at any of the edges.
I got out my smartphone and took a snap of that painting through my app. Perfect use case. The first thing which popped up was something related to the Xikoni tribe. When I searched more, I came to know that a massive genocide was committed at this spot around 1050 AD by the Knights who were hired by the churches to convert the pagans and show them the light of our one true Lord. The Knights were ordered to convert all the members of the Xikoni tribe and those who refused should be burnt alive in front of their families to make a precedent. At the time of confrontation, the elders of the Xikoni tribe talked about the wonder and how they could never accept the church way after what they had witnessed today. Sadly, everyone from the tribe was slaughtered and reduced to ashes. Poor nimwits.
Xikoni people were nature worshippers. They considered Mother Nature as their Goddess. According to them, mother nature conveyed her messages through that giant rock that they addressed as their Lord. Initially, the Knights tried to destroy that rock to show the pagans how fragile their medium of communication was. But all their struggles were futile. Frustrated, they gathered the elders and frightened them that they would be executed in the most barbaric manner in front of their children if they decline to accept the proposed way. Complete savages.
This was plenty to make me visit that point. On my arrival, I was upset to see no Instagram influencer snapping dozens of pictures because that site was artistic. It was picture-perfect. The wind was breezy and I could sense a bit of iron on my tongue. I approached the mammoth rock and gazed at its commanding posture. It was a kind of structure which you’ll reach only after scanning left and right. It wasn’t illegal to touch or anything, it was just, intimidating.
When I caressed the rough surface of that stone, the winds got breezier. My lips quivered. I felt an ice-like sensation all over my face. Jae dropped down. Eyes closed, body, still breathing. He was actually sleeping. And for the first time, he experienced a dream. Where he was a toddler. Absorbing everything around him. People skinning live animals, wearing hoves on their heads. Hardly covering their body with any kind of clothing. Puddles everywhere. With each step, Jae was growing. Within 15 steps he wasn’t a toddler anymore, now he was an adolescent boy around 12. Running with the other boys of his age to drag down a wild boar. It was all happening so fast. And just when he wanted to stop and ask someone what was going on, he slipped over a stone and dropped flat on his temple. He woke up with a start.
Jae looked at his hands and thanked God he was no longer the boy in his sleep. But this isn’t the place where he fell asleep. That was a lush green landscape with a stretch going along the horizon. He was lying on a wooden bed which was covered with boar skin. No lights nothing in this small smelly room. The humidity was way above Jae’s limit. He was panicking really hard right now. And then, he heard an old couple sobbing at the corner, slowly stepping towards him.
“They told me you would never come back but how can a mother accept that? All the elders insisted that I should just put you out of your misery but my hands couldn’t do it”, the woman said. “Umm… excuse me Ma’am, who are you and where am I?” Asked the startled Jae. “Of course, you’re disoriented. This is like a revelation. Why don’t you lie down and we can slowly talk about it”, said the man — who had now stopped weeping. Jae didn’t like where this was going but he had to lie down otherwise the anxiety would be uncontrollable. So he did what they said. “You’re our son, Ziov. We belong to the Xikoni tribe. You fell on your head when you were just 12. Since then you were paralysed but not lifeless. In our tribe, we don’t let an animal or a human suffer. Hence the elders told us to waive your heart since you were still breathing. But of course, we didn’t do that. You’re our blood. And I informed them, as long as my son is breathing, I’ll take his guardianship. It has been numerous years since then. Both your sisters succumbed to that deadly Black ghost. I’m very sorry, Ziov. But I never gave up on you, believe me. I always comforted myself by announcing that Ziov is just in a very deep dream and that one day he would rise. We have to prepare ourselves now. Can you cruise my child?” Asked the woman. “Yeah. I can walk, I guess, but why?” Jae couldn’t believe his response. Stupid! That’s what you want to know first.
“It’s those Knights. They threatened us. They want us to convert. They had the order from their Church. Either we convert and start believing in their god or they’ll fire us alive. Although how can I accept their god and stop believing in mine when I can observe my Lord’s marvel right in front of me! The Lord has finally given us light. That light is you, Ziov. No one will bend once they see you. Your return will only strengthen our tribe’s faith in our Lord. We will fight these Christians. We will fight for our beliefs. A battle for our endurance. We won’t be just another chapter in their history books. We will be the future. We will defeat those who call us pagans and want to eradicate us. Years from now, people will read how the small tribe of Xikoni battled for their life and had emerged victorious.”
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