Small changes often signal big troubles. The way he parked his car – not quite right – was the first clue something was terribly wrong. Then, there was a long silence at his door followed by flowers and notes left by neighbours.

With the hospital room as the stage and the soft hum of machines as the ambient score, John’s life was poised to transform into a riveting motion picture. The Life Reviser was the director ready to capture every scene, every emotion, in this final, cinematic journey of a lifetime.

In the shadow of dawn at Dongseong Complex, a routine morning twisted into tragedy: a vegetable-sorting robot, in a chilling misjudgment, claimed a human life.

In the tranquil London suburb of Acton, a new block of flats had recently sprung up. Built in compliance with the latest legislation, 80% of the flats were snatched up by private buyers, while the remaining 20% were designated as social housing.

In 2068, humanity was handed the gift of immortality. ‘The Elixir’—a miraculous concoction—had eliminated all diseases, ensuring no human ever met their end through natural causes again.

When a London school introduced a simple spelling game for Year Two students, they hadn’t anticipated the competitive storm brewing among the parents. What began as a playful educational tool soon transformed into a full-blown contest – not for the children, but for their ambitious parents.

Algorithms are real beasts. They need to be fed regularly. When they are hungry, they’ll push you to the sidelines. Mastering the art of feeding these beasts is crucial. Miss a beat, and you risk being overshadowed. Adapt or be silenced—the choice is yours.

You are the sunshine, I’m the rain, You are my beauty, I’m your pain.

In every shadow that we cast, Our love is present, built to last.

In the grand theatre of GlobexCorp’s opulent boardroom, executives and consultants dance a delicate waltz of ambition, deflection, and cunning strategy. As the music of corporate jargon and flashy presentations plays on, not all is as it seems.

The worn leather suitcase in the corner of Henry’s office wasn’t just a vessel for papers and pens, but a time capsule of generations past. As he prepared to hire a new assistant, the weight of its legacy bore heavier than its physical heft.