My story begins as I leave my house to catch the school bus. Haha, no, of course not. Who would want to go to that prison where animals live with people who are impossible to communicate with, who despise you, envy you for anything you can do, and rely on force to solve their problems? Even the teachers treat me with contempt if I prove them wrong. I will escape to my hideout and continue making my robots; that's better for me. The robots treat me like a king and serve me without any objections. This is my story: I am Ali, a 16-year-old programming genius and the weakest student in school. On my way, I wondered about emotions in human relationships. What if I could integrate them with my robots? But first, I need to analyze them to discover their algorithms. Honestly, it's one of the hardest things to describe. There are work relationships, friendships, hatred, grudges, and more, each with multiple emotions. One of the most famous relationships is love. The question remains: why is it so difficult to explain emotions? Is it because they are related to the soul, or because science cannot understand them, or because it's easy to see relationships but hard to deal with, to the point that the person experiencing them does not understand them ... Or... is it because they are hidden and known only to ourselves?
Honestly, it's more than just a complicated topic, but suddenly, without warning, my thoughts were interrupted by the sensation that my weight had become lighter. With every second, this feeling increased until things and people started flying. No one understood what was happening, but I felt that something was wrong while others were enjoying, some were scared, and others were astonished. I quickly tried to conclude an explanation for this phenomenon. "Ooooh… what is this feeling? I feel like I've missed something, an important law I forgot. Ah yes, this phenomenon is considered a distortion in the fabric of spacetime, which means that gravity will become... will become... its opposite... Does this mean... it will become a magnification of gravity...!!!" I started shouting, "Hey, you, get down! This is not a time for playing!" "Huh, who is that kid? What is he trying to say..." "Eh, eh, eh… I'm falling… haaaaa..." Before I finished my sentence, I found my face pressed to the ground and felt the weight as if I were carrying ten times my weight. When I woke up, I saw the children who had been enjoying flying stuck to the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood, completely shattered, unable to tell their heads from their feet. It was truly a disgusting scene in every sense of the word. After the situation calmed down a bit, some people started moving the children away from the accident site, and others were calling for ambulances, until people began to act strangely and in terror as they looked at the sky. "Hmm... What's wrong with them?" But when I looked around, I understood what had happened: "The real fear. The terror that could make you lose your soul." This terror was the great flood disaster that became a turning point in human history: a wave of water that surpassed the clouds. You could hear and feel it and the vibrations of the earth caused by it from more than 10 miles away. Despite its distance, its horror and size make your soul move before your body, realizing the danger it poses. Then I realized that at this moment, a person would act on instinct, and their emotions would be 100% genuine. What I was thinking might seem strange... even crazy given the situation, where I wasn't scared but excited because I had been accustomed to this since childhood. I had a question that was of utmost priority in my mind, which made me crazy to find an answer. This situation was the best to test people and the truth of human emotions. Yes, I didn't think of escaping then. I wanted to know the answer to my question... Before I finished, it was shocking, really, because what I saw was a quick answer, and I'm sure that after all I've read and heard about human emotions, they are just a "lie." And at that very moment, I knew that human relationships are nothing but a term in books. Some have abandoned their wives, some trample over people as they escape without caring about them, and some have abandoned their elderly parents, leaving them in the car amid the congestion while they run themselves. And a beautiful girl running from one car to another among the cars that have bypassed the traffic to ask for a ride, boarding on the fifth attempt. Meanwhile, a man with a baby is trying to find a car like the girl, but he finds no one to help him, even starting to call out a name, "Ishmael, Ishmael, please save my child, please." But the response was the sound of a roaring engine, not acknowledging him at all. Then suddenly, a nearby store exploded, and with the explosion, part of the wall fell, crushing the father, while the store's sign split the child into two parts. All of this wouldn't have happened if that man had helped them. Was he a friend or an acquaintance? It doesn't matter; he abandoned him like a tree shedding its wilted leaves, throwing them away. Haha... hahaha... I started laughing hysterically... Ah, yes... Why did I think from the beginning that the world was a beautiful place? My foolishness made me forget that wars are made by humans, yes, these vile beings whose priorities are themselves before anything else. Embodying the saying, "I... and let the flood come after me." So, damn these relationships; I don't need anyone. I will survive alone... "Brother... Ah... Brother, please... Save me." A young boy whose hands were both torn off and whose leg was clearly shattered after an accident with a car, but why is he alone?... Ah... I remembered. Because of a large woman... Is she his mother or sister or a relative? Ugh... What a nuisance. It doesn't matter; I left him to be crushed by the car. And now he is screaming at me to save him. "Oh, come on... For God's sake, move, I'm not in the mood to show my conscience. Haven't you found your answer already? So move and save yourself, don't care about anyone. What's wrong with you? Didn't you just say you only care about yourself... What's wrong with you? Leave him; he will die sooner or later... Ah... Ah... Ah... Why does my body refuse to listen? Damn it. Clearly, even if he were safe, he wouldn't survive the great wave, not to mention he's bleeding a lot now. I approached him slowly and said, "Sorry, kid, it's not your fault you were born in this ugly world." Slowly, without him noticing, I grabbed him by the neck and told him to close his eyes. Despite his small size, he seemed to understand what was going to happen. Crack. Yes, I broke his neck. Given the amount of pain he is suffering and what awaits him, death is better for him. At that moment, I looked back at the wave, and there was only about 3 miles between us. Yes. Now is not the time for panic, selfishness, or confusion from the shock of killing the innocent. What I did was just the best option. Rest in peace. Then I summoned my pilot assistant that I created with my own hands. #Yes, it is a machine that is not controlled by emotions and will not betray me like humans.# I sent a second message to it, informing it to measure the height of the wave and how long it would take me to hold my breath to rise. Additional information, such as how much time remains until it arrives, and to make sure it switches to diving mode to track me underwater. After that, I hurried to my uncle's store, which has useful scrap and is two streets away. I had no choice but to activate my accelerated shoes, which increase my stride length due to the advanced spring and emit a slight electric charge to activate all the cells in my legs. On the way, I saw people trying to climb the highest towers. Are they idiots or what? It's clear that the wave covers the sky; even if we had a tower taller than the Great Empire of Orthodoxy, we wouldn't survive even if we climbed to the last meter of it. Here I realized that panic in critical moments is a fatal mistake. Okay, it might seem strange, but the residents of this area are not entirely to blame for their ignorance of these details because we literally live in a desert, 300 meters above sea level. And it's 400 kilometers away from the nearest coast. Yes, that's right, 400 kilometers. This was the first question that came to me: how the hell did we get a flood? I postponed this question until after my survival. As soon as I reached the store, I broke the door with my shoes and then received a message from the pilot that the flood had 15 minutes to reach me. "Damn it," I said while shouting, then turned to see my uncle, the store owner, who had been injured in his stomach due to the collision. Honestly, the uncle is one of the people I respect because he is kind to everyone, and I'm sure he wouldn't create such affection and kindness; this is his true nature. When our eyes met, he was more worried about me than himself. After I told him that there were 14 minutes left for the flood, he realized that it was not a joke and that time was of the essence. I explained what I would do and what he should do. Then I saw the rest of the message: it would reach a height of about 1.3 kilometers, and after the wave passes, it will start to decrease back to 800 meters within thirty minutes. But it would take about a week for most of the water to disappear. So, I thought I needed a means to lift me quickly and protect me from the immense pressure because after calculating the momentum and water pressure at 1300 meters from the surface, I found it could crush a car like candy. I concluded that I needed something as hard as steel and reinforced from within, also waterproof. Then I thought of a solution: a water tank, but at this moment, it could be called an air tank. I took expandable sticks from my pocket because they are made of carbon fibers and will act as internal supports for the tank under this pressure. "Honestly, I only used them to turn off the light from my bed because I'm sometimes lazy more than necessary, so I made them. Who would have thought they would be of great help." And a cover to protect from the sun. It might seem strange, but if I didn't protect myself from the sun, I would melt due to the heat produced by the sun, considering we are in a desert climate and will get closer to the sun as the water lifts us. With 4 minutes left, I took everything needed to stay a week in the water: five swimming rings, in case I meet someone who was fortunate enough to survive, and first aid kits, bandages, solar-powered folding panels. As for the remaining food and medicine, it was the uncle's responsibility from the nearby store, and I told him to focus on high-energy and high-calorie foods, along with fast-inflating boats for exiting the tank when the air runs out. Then, the second most important thing after our safety from food and air would be a multi-charging power generator. It was what I had been working on in my lab and tried to integrate with my pilot assistant, but one piece was still missing. It was on the top shelf. I quickly took one of the remaining sticks and extended it until it touched the latest solar panel. "Damn it, the irony of fate. Who would have thought these damn sticks would help me in life-or-death situations as that person said." And when I finished the preparations, I pushed the tank and the injured uncle 20 meters toward the large garden next to me. It was good that it had wheels; otherwise, I couldn't have moved it even a millimeter with the injured uncle. This was to avoid being trapped inside the building that would fill with water, as its presence in the garden wouldn't obstruct the air tank's path to anything. There was 1 minute left for the total destruction according to my assistant's estimate, but something unexpected happened. "...drdrrrrd....drb drb..."