Two Planets

Ferdinand’s mother was from planet Lorun, and his late father was from planet Kethran. The decision to attend the interplanetary student exchange program on a neutral planet Golt was a natural choice. He had been to Golt multiple times with his family and, by himself, with a dance group. It was practically a second home to Ferdinand. The Young Dancers Association booked a spaceship for him, and off he went from Kethran’s Central Galaxy Station.

At the Golt camp, there were students from all over the galaxy. It was an environment that he was accustomed to. The strangest thing was that while all students came to learn about other cultures, nearly half of them stayed within their circles. It was confusing to Ferdinand because he was actually doing the opposite. He chose to speak Golt only and hung out mostly with citizens of other planets.

Ferdinand noticed that when he made an effort to connect with someone in their language, they opened up as if by the swing of a magic wand. He taught his Dorian roommate how to cook Lorunian stew, shared a love for saunas with a Follopian guy, and unveiled a mutually discreet passion for sending interplanetary postcards with a Jerovian girl.

The Golt camp announced an interplanetary ballroom dance contest that stimulated people from different planets to connect with each other. Ferdinand’s goal was to win, so he decided to scout dancing talent around the camp, and this time, despite his decision to connect with Golt-speaking planets only, the best dance partner he discovered was a Lorunian girl Lu.

As half-Lorunian, the connection with Lu was instant, although he insisted on keeping their conversation in Golt. He told her that he was a descendant of an ancient Lorunian tribe chief, who had been romanticized in the famous novel “Lorunian Chief.” Lu shared her magical experience of visiting the Kethranian museum in Ferdinand’s home city on Kethran.

They were training hard, but they still had to follow a dynamic agenda full of tours and activities. On one trip to AquaWorld, Ferdinand mistakenly jumped in the shared pool naked, and was about to embarrass himself in front of the interplanetary community and, most importantly in front of Lu. Thank God the embarrassment was all his, and he managed to sneak out of the pool without misrepresenting his planet and losing Lu’s respect.

On the day of the competition, Ferdinand arrived with his Dorian roommate at the dance theater. When he saw Lu in her exquisite Lorunian folk dress, the world froze, and Ferdinand fell in love. A tiny thought snapped him out of this enchantment - he had forgotten his dancing shoes. His Dorian roommate rushed to get them. Lu was beckoning Ferdinand to come closer.

Ferdinand was beyond nervous, “Here you go, another chance to embarrass yourself in front of the whole Galaxy, and Lu. God! What would she think?” His feet could barely hold him.

Dorian punctuality saved the day. His friend arrived on time, and Ferdinand joined Lu on the dance floor seconds before the contest. Ferdinand’s feet started to gain power, as his muscle memory started to kick in. Lu and him were in perfect unison. They nailed the dance. After they bowed to the judges Lu smiled at Ferdinand and hugged him well. Even though they won the contest, Ferdinand never got the courage to share his feelings with Lu. He left the planet.

Ferdinand returned home, treasuring this memory of victory and innocent love. He never saw Lu again, but he wasn’t sad. Ferdinand looked at it like a gift from the universe. It helped him to get through challenging times as well as to appreciate the good ones. It was a pure feeling that united two souls from two different planets despite the cultural differences.

Work, Finish, Publish!

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Work, finish, publish! This is the mantra I repeat to myself each time I feel like I’m not sure whether I’m capable of completing a project. When you create a piece of art, the main idea is to share your message with the world. You can do it through books, fine art, or movies. Any medium you want is at your disposal. The process will be the same for all of them - work, finish, publish.

You can come up with the most creative and innovative idea in the world, but if you only dream about it, no one will see it. 

As the great Bruce Lee once said:

“Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."  

Let’s move to the first one: Work.

When I was in the tenth grade, I was preparing for a swim competition, and our team captain Venera was an ex-Deputy Police Chief. Even though her name means Love, Beauty, and Charm, she was none of those things when she was preparing us for competition. During our team’s swimming sessions, she wouldn’t tolerate any procrastination.

When we’ve been exhausted from muscling through the laps in an Olympic-size swimming pool and barely could raise our hands, Venera would march from another side of the pool. To us, it appeared as if she was a lioness who was approaching her prey. At the end of the session, we felt that we'd done some serious training, and Venera showed her love to us by giving us new cool sports uniforms.

Next week we won the competition and were hugging Venera for that. All that happened because we worked hard. Or to be fair, have been pushed to work hard by Venera. Force yourself to work hard or find your Venera.

Which segues to: Finish.

This one appears to be the hardest for the majority of creators. Because we afraid of saying, even to ourselves, “That’s it! That’s all I got at this moment.” 

Neil Gaiman puts it nicely:

“Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished.” 

I learn the importance of this step from, literally, crossing the finish line at a Spartan Race. Because the moment you do so, you realize all the things that you could’ve done better: train more often, eat cleaner, and had better recovery.

Our fears trigger procrastination, and therefore, nothing gets done. Our fears, even if we deny them, are the true reasons for our dawdling. Every single individual on planet Earth has a creative side of the brain. The reason that only a few people become known is that they spend their time working on developing an idea, then they have the confidence to complete it, and at the end of the process, the courage to release it into the world.

All of the artists and creators are aware of the fact that some people won't like their work. They don't let the opinion of the critics to guide their creative process. 

That leads to the final step: Publish.

In my college years, I used to perform in theater plays. One time, we went for a national theater competition where I’ve learned the significance of this idea. The size and scope of the theater were phenomenal - over a thousand people were the audience, mostly students from all over the country. I had to perform two plays, one was a comedy, and the other was drama.

When it came time for the comedy one, I was incredibly nervous. I felt the humongous size of the audience by sensing the volume of their applause for the previous play. There were three other actors in the same play with me. When it was time for us to step on the stage, the first thing I did when I saw the audience in front of me - I entirely forgot my lines.

The three other actors were staring at me and expecting my reaction. I thought it was the moment when I died. I started to improvise in the worst possible way. As I was doing it, someone from the audience whispered, “This is not funny,” which killed me a second time in a row. When the play was over, I rushed out of the stage, as if the audience was hunting me.

I think it was the moment when I seriously considered signing up for the one-way Mars mission that was going on at that time. If you’ve seen Quentin Tarantino’s, “Once upon a time in Hollywood,” there was a scene where Leonardo Di Caprio character going through a meltdown in his trailer, that was something I did when I exited the theater building.

The worst thing was that I have to do the second play the next day! So, after a day of hiding around the campus, I decided to stop fooling around and learn something from my glorious failure. I went to the rehearsal room and put my best into becoming the character so, if I forget the lines, I could continue anyway.

Second day, the environment is similar to the comedy play, tons of people in the audience, and now our turn to step on the stage, and... I said the first lines that I supposed to say. I was doing quite well, and I overcame the fear of forgetting the lines again. I felt like the audience was actually watching us and reacting to the right moments, which was an incredible sensation.

By the time I finished my monologue, I heard someone in the audience whispered, “He’s good.” That was the moment I was born again. That day I learned the lesson that will stay with me for the rest of my life, “The only way to grow fast is to fail.”

When you complete your theater play, there are no extra drafts - that’s all you got, and people just saw it. When you write, however, we tend to write forever, not because it takes us that long, but because we’re afraid to show our work.

And if there's no real deadline in combination with some life-threatening stakes. This process can go endlessly. So, without publishing, or in other words, without sharing your piece with the world, the work that you spent torturous hours of your precious time was for nothing. 

Now, everyone has the power to send a message to the world, I’m sure of it, but I’m also aware of the fact how hard it is to build something from scratch. Avoid falling into the trap of procrastination. Every one of us has a unique set of experiences that we could transform into a powerful message. When in doubt: work, finish, publish! 

YES, YOU CAN CREATE. YES, PEOPLE WILL JUDGE YOU FOR THAT, BUT DO IT ANYWAY, BECAUSE YOU CAN. 

Befriend your city

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Do you know your city well? You've been living, working, and studying in it, but can you tell yourself that the city is your friend? Some say right away that, of course, it is my friend. Friendship, however, is a mutual relationship that builds over time. You have to invest your time, and which is more - spend it in full presence with a person or a city who you consider to be your friend. There is an abundance of ways that you can devote your time to your city. 

One way that I’ve discovered for myself is to explore your city's landscape on foot, especially the ones you've never been to. The key part is to forget about all types of transportation there are, including mechanical ones, like a bicycle. When you explore your city, you must be flexible to go in any direction without worries that your bike gets stolen. 

Ideally, you want to leave your phone at home or at least put it in an airplane mode. You may pre-load a book or a podcast, which you can listen as you walk, but make sure to give yourself plenty of time to walk in silence. Get a proper, comfortable uniform appropriate for the weather and make sure you have a bottle of water. Set yourself a destination that will be worthy of talking about later. I’ve come up with a walk from Burbank to the Santa-Monica Pier, which is a 7+ hour walk. I've tested that trips like this make people’s eyebrows rise to the sky, which is an excellent indicator of a good story. The best time to start any walk would be 30 minutes before the sunrise. The air is at its freshest, no cars, low noise, and you are able to focus on your thoughts. 

At the beginning of the walk, it may feel a little scary, perhaps even miserable, because the sun isn’t out yet, but as soon as you witness the first pink beams in the sky your mood elevates, and the real journey begins. When the city catches you walking for more than an hour, it starts surprising you with its hidden gems, that are customized for you. A few things I've discovered that I haven't seen for five years living in LA were the hidden parks with their exquisite statues. On top of that, you meet unusual birds and fascinating wild animals as you explore these parks. At times it feels like the city is a big house and a host at the same time. It treats its visitors with the best things from the house. 

When you reach the third hour of your journey, you realize that you get to know the city, you start to feel it. After that, the city and you are the best pals. You converse in an unspoken language and understand each other well. By the fourth hour, your legs get exhausted, and it's essential to keep going because if you sit, it would be much harder to stand up later, almost impossible. At this point, only the cool destination that you've set for yourself keeps you going. 

When there’s one hour left until the end of your trip, your brain focuses solely on the finish line. The fact that you have this 'tunnel vision" allows you to let go of all the fears and worries, which automatically puts your mind into a meditative state. In turn, it opens the portal to incredible ideas, like a horn of plenty for your brain. A gift that your friend, the city, made possible in return for your time spent with it. When you finally arrive at your destination, which to me was the Santa Monica pier, you may proudly claim you rest.

Congratulations! You've befriended your city. Now, maintain your relationship with it by scheduling your next long walk.

Modern Slavery

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I've noticed this secret evolution of machines, smartphones in particular. A wave of distractions comes from various apps that attack our humanity nonstop.

This dependence on technology appears to me like a modern type of slavery. A virtual ball and chain well-tied to our souls every single day. And when it's away from us, we feel insecure, bored, even lost. This notion of having the smartphone in your pocket to feel safe makes me terrified. Do we need this security?

Each life journey is an adventure, but it reveals its secrets only to those who dare to experience unknown. You'll never discover the gems of the World if you delegate control over your life to a mobile device.

I encourage everyone to spend at least one day a month entirely without a smartphone. Sounds like an inconvenience, I know. But how addicted we are if only a day seems so hard for us?

Leave your gadgets at home and lose yourself in nature for a day or two. Make the first step to real life and thrilling wonders of the Universe reveal themselves to you.

Do something different

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Everyone drives in LA, so I decided to take a long walk. It was from Burbank to Santa-Monica, which is a 6-hour challenge.

This simple way of choosing a different path makes you think in an entirely new way. Fresh connections develop in your brain as your legs get tired. Since the cage of the car does not protect you, it's possible to meet real human beings on your way. Some are nice. Others are questionable. The coolest part is that you have an opportunity to interact with them.

You may encounter weird individuals, but that's okay. That's the beauty of it. You genuinely feel alive. You learn more about yourself and what is crucial. On lucky days you can unveil absolute treasures of life.

Take a path that is strange and adventurous. It has to be original and spontaneous. Dare the world, and off you go.

Mysterious Tim Turner

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Tim Turner, aka (T&T), is an ambitious engineer. He graduated from Stanford, majoring in data science. He leads a minimalist lifestyle. Tim is a top gun in his field.

Tim is obsessed with the development of a new wave of artificially intelligent personal devices. Tim ignores the fact that there are 24 hours in a day. His greatest fear is to die without making a significant impact.

Tim likes to drink rare teas regularly. They cost so much that you can buy a house for Tim's annual tea budget. He plays hand drums to relax. Tim is single, except for his prototype of a self-made artificially intelligent woman. He claims that she’s nothing more than his assistant. Tim lacks experiences with women, as well as socializing with people in public, but it doesn't bother him.

Tim is an orphan. He inherited a small house in Pasadena which he turned into one big laboratory. Tim's primary source of income - orders from private clients for custom made intelligent robots. Tim never meets his buyers. All orders are shipped via mail.

Tim strives to optimize his sleep but fails miserably for most of the time. Occasionally, Tim hallucinates the end of the world and dreams about it too. Some people say that he knows the future. It may or may not be true, but he's definitely onto something.

Man of choice

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Early Sunday morning, a young man CHARLIE was passing a corner of the Broadway and Ocean Boulevard in Santa Monica. He stopped at a coffee shop to grab a hot energizing drink. He stared at the menu for a long time. BARISTA couldn't wait any longer, so he offered Charlie some of the today's specials. That silenced Charlie for another seemingly endless chunk of time. Eventually, Charlie chose americano. This entire experience made Charlie feel very anxious.

He left the coffee shop wiping the sweat off his forehead, leaving customers and Barista making funny comments about him. A few runners in their colorful, branded outfit, were doing their Sunday morning run, which was sponsored by a fitness tracking app.

The sound of coins in the metal mug attracted Charlie. "Excuse me, sir," HOMELESS asked, "spare change?" Charlie looked at Homeless, terrified, and he ran away. Homeless looked at Chalie, thinking that Charlie is out of his mind. Charlie ultimately got out of his breath, and he sat at the bus stop bench. A moment later, a bus arrived, the door opened. Charlie was studying BUS DRIVER who was indifferent to Charlie’s actions. Charlie didn't enter so Bus Driver closed the door and left.

A sensation of the upcoming rain, troubled Charlie, he looked up at the sky which was getting dark surprisingly fast. Multiple bolts of lightning appeared in the distance above the Pacific Ocean. Charlie was stunned. People around Charlie pulled out their smartphones, recording the sky, which one could describe as the end of the world. Lots of birds were going crazy, and dogs were barking. A few cars crashed into each other. It got very dark and loud in a blink of an eye. Some trees were hit by thunderbolts, which set them on fire.

Amid this chaos and destructions, Charlie saw a girl who he couldn't take his eyes off. He finally decided to approach her, but the lightning struck him in the head. Now, Charlie doesn't have to worry about any decisions.

Mystery of Cessna

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LINDA flies almost fuel-less Cessna 172. There is a vast ocean ahead, and no signs of land. Her navigator ROGER is dead.

Propellers stop spinning. Cessna glides down to the sea. The plane gains momentum when a THUNDERSTORM devours the aircraft. Linda barely holds on to the seats in front of her. The plane shakes hard.

A BULLET-SHAPED VESSEL prevents Electra's crash, several feet away from the ocean's surface.

CAPTAIN of the mysterious VESSEL invites Linda aboard the sleek aircraft. A crew welcomes Linda as a Messiah. The legend says, "A savior will fall from the sky." In a blink of an eye, Linda watches Captain and the crew disappear. They were holograms. The ship operates itself away.

Linda meets human beings of the avatars she saw on the bullet-shaped vessel. They call themselves OUTCASTS and they risked everything by leaving their VR incubators.

In this world, people live in Virtual Reality. A long time ago, humanity sacrificed their bodies to the World of VR. Interactions in real-life prohibited by LIFE HUNTER, the human-like creature that owns the real life. The punishment - slavery in his castle for life. Life Hunter sucks human energy to feed himself.

Life Hunter imprisons Linda and the Outcasts in the castle. Linda has no clue on how to escape. Outcasts sure that solution will come to Linda in the right moment.

Linda struggles to find out what she must do. Life Hunter puts each outcast through the series of cruel mental labor that tremendously challenges their minds and bodies. After these sessions, they all crawl out exhausted.

One of the Outcasts can't bear the pressure and degrades to a baby mentality. Outcasts start to doubt that Linda is the savior.

Linda's turn. Life Hunter exploits her. She overcomes torturous mind drudgery. Life Hunter overloads her brain more, Linda's sense of reality blurs. Her mind slowly turns against her. Linda sees things that try to kill her will, her humanity. It pisses off Life Hunter. Linda gets tired, but she walks out of the torture chamber. Outcasts are fascinated. There's hope.

Next day, Life Hunter aggressively increases the intensity of Linda's thought challenges. Linda envisions series of high-pressure flights which make her mind to feel physical pain. After this session, Linda crawls to outcasts, and she still hasn't found the way to beat the Life Hunter.

Linda discovers that she must let go of her ego and accept things that happen to her as they are. Stop resisting them or trying to control, merely allowing them to go. Linda avoids any interactions with Life Hunter as if he isn't there. Life Hunter gets pissed, but he realizes that his influence on Linda is declining. Soon, she disappears from Life Hunter's eyes. The anger grows within Life Hunter until it destroys him.

Outcasts leave the castle. They can live in real life now and teach others how to do the same. Linda flies the Cessna over the ocean towards the horizon. The light grows brighter until Linda dissolves in it.

Laundry tale

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It was hot and humid Sunday morning on the streets of Manhattan. I exited a hostel on the Upper Westside and headed to the JFK airport where I would take a plane to Chicago. I was wearing only swimming shorts and a tank top — the rest of the clothes I had dropped off at the laundromat the night before.

The following day, when I returned to pick the laundry, the building was closed, which meant I would never see my favorite clothes again, and it was a week's worth. After a few moments of frustration, I started to laugh at myself. It was so ridiculous and cartoonish that I wasn't sure whether it actually happened. It did, of course, but it felt odd. 

Then I was contemplating my life while listening to the "Space Oddity" by David Bowie on loop. There was something in that morning. I was alone in NYC without anyone knowing I was visiting. An incredible sense of freedom was fulfilling my soul until it put me in a Zen state.

A presence of destiny seemed to be all-around as if I was meant to be in that moment - a very mystical feeling. A fountain of creativity and endless possibilities was opening for me, and I was feeling grateful for that.

The song was still in my earphones, and with a coffee cup in my hand, I was watching people through the shop window. The morning lights were painting the streets of Manhattan. It is my favorite time of the day — an opportunity for a new start.

I observed pedestrians hurrying along the sidewalk. Everybody had a defined purpose in life. Or so it seemed. What is our purpose in life? That's the question that won't have a definite answer. In that morning, I felt the joy of beginning something new and great. I could say that I was in sync with my life mission. I was on the right path.

Ghostly beast

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I was running along the Hudson River in New York at night, and the red glow from "exit" signs inside of the buildings attracted my attention. I felt an evil presence in them as if some secret power controls all those structures. I could almost sense its invisible heartbeat. 

Then I thought this "ghostly beast" has eyes as well. Surveillance cameras, smartphones, and other devices can see almost everything we do. There is a possibility that this "beast" is Artificial Intelligence (AI), and it secretly uses those devices to gather data. What does it do with it? Could AI decide to expand its influence? If the answer is "yes," it would want to make the world absolutely efficient, but not necessarily in the right way. The ghostly beast could annihilate or enslave all humankind. Perhaps, it would be able to come up with something even worse.                                                                                                  

Even though it's impossible to stop the advancement of AI, we can focus on developing our inner abilities, which are still at a very early stage. Even the smartest people use only 13% of their brains. What can we do if we will be able to use more than that? Superpowers might be one of the answers. In the meantime, we have to keep an eye on our relationship with AI.

Dreams of flying

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The story begins with the 14-year-old Elisabeth who lives in Yonkers, New York in the 1970s. She dreams of flying. She reads books about it and watches everything related to aviation on TV. Every day she talks in aviation slang. If you ask Elisabeth's family, teachers, or classmates about what her passion is, the answer always be the same - aviation.

Elisabeth doesn't have access to an airplane, but every weekend she commutes for 2 hours to the JFK airport where she films how the airplanes land and take off. Elisabeth uses an 8-mm film camera from her father. Elisabeth's family doesn't have money to support her filmmaking, but it doesn't stop Elisabeth.

She uses all her school allowance to buy and develop black and white rolls of film. At school, Elisabeth pretends that she has a good vision and tricks eye doctors, by memorizing the eye chart.

One day, a famous sport pilot Susan Sky, visits the school where Elisabeth studies. When Elisabeth hears that Susan Sky is coming to her classroom, she almost faints. That is the first time Elisabeth will see a real pilot. Susan Sky enters the class, and Elisabeth is the first one to greet her. She films this moment with her camera.

Elisabeth's teacher Mrs. Swanson mentions how passionate Elisabeth is about aviation. Susan Sky suggests Elisabeth apply for a flight academy. That makes her stop filming for a moment, and a new idea starts to brew in Elisabeth's head. Susan Sky asks Elisabeth whether she can mail her the video clip she just filmed.

Elisabeth responds that she can if Susan Sky will pay for the film, development, and mailing fees. Susan Sky laughs and agrees to Elisabeth terms. As Susan Sky gives the talk about aviation, Elisabeth devours every word she says.

Elisabeth mails the film as she promised and applies for the flight academy. She fills out the necessary papers and then heads for the eye exam. However, the eye exam turns out to be more advanced than at school, and Elisabeth fails. The doctor says that she can't fly planes like Susan Sky and tells Elisabeth that she can't attend the academy. It breaks Elisabeth's heart and makes her hide her passion inside.

She stops studying aviation and buries her camera in the basement storage. Nothing excites Elisabeth anymore. Parents and teachers try to help her, but Elisabeth doesn't care about anything. She lost her drive and desire.

In the meantime, Susan Sky fires her videographer for frequent drunk episodes. She opens her mail and finds the film Elisabeth sent her. Susan Sky inserts the roll into her projector, and what she sees makes her lean closer. Susan Sky grabs the envelope and finds the sender's name and address. Then she picks up the phonebook finds the number and dials it. Elisabeth picks up the phone.

She realizes who's calling, but there's no excitement about it. Susan Sky asks: "What's wrong?" Elisabeth shares her story. Susan Sky says: "I can't help you with passing the exam, but I'd like to offer you the job of an aerial videographer. I loved what you've sent me very much." Elisabeth stands in silence for quite some time. Susan Sky: "So, what do you say?"

Elisabeth comes to her senses and responds: "When do I start?" Susan Sky: "That's what I'd like to hear!" The next week Elisabeth flies in the back seat of Susan Sky's aircraft and films amazing shots as they fly through the purple sky together.

Epic meltdown

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Many years ago in Russia, I was at the prestigious student festival - Student Spring ("Studencheskaya Vesna") it took place in Tumen', Russia. I was there as an actor. Our troupe was rehearsing for many weeks before arriving at a large theater of the new city. The teams from all over Russia were performing there during the festival. The size of the stage was close to Metropolitan Opera in New York.

I had two gigs, on the day one it was a comedy play, and drama piece the day after. When it was time to perform, the theater was full. On top of that, there were several famous Russian comedians as judges. I went on the stage, and after a few moments into the play, I forgot my lines. Three seconds were like an eternity. For a moment, I felt like hell is a charming place. I looked at my scene partners, and they realized what just happened to me. I started to improvise, but it wasn't funny. In silence, I could hear somebody saying: "This is not funny," which made me even more nervous. I couldn't wait until this torture was over.

When I left the stage, I run away to the fire stairs where nobody could see me and was having an epic meltdown until my troupe found me there. The next day, I decided to work extra hard for my second drama performance. All my hours I devoted to mastering my role even after the troupe rehearsing time was over.

The results were phenomenal. During my monologue, I heard somebody whispered: "He's good." It felt immensely satisfying. Don't get discouraged with your first failure - a life lesson I'll never forget.

Moon mission application

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I've been fascinated by the idea of becoming a Moon Traveler since I was a kid. When I created my first online account, my user name was "Moonraker," and it remains the same today. Now, there are a lot of other "Moonrakers." This user name gained popularity over the years, but I believe that I have the potential to become an actual Moonraker.

The movies about the Moon and Space travel added more fire to the burning desire to get my curious being to that lonely satellite. Sometimes, I'm doing visualization sessions that help me to practice the Moon trip. There's no question about it. One way or the other, I will get to the Moon.

For more than a decade, I've been following a rigorous physical and nutritional regime. It's essential to have your body in its best shape and keep your senses fine-tuned to get the most from the Moon adventure. Daily, I follow and study every cosmonaut who went to space. Their experience is crucial for the success of my mission. I'm grateful to have an opportunity to speak to them. Their daily logs serve me as the Bible.

I believe I would be an excellent candidate to represent your Moon exploration mission. Also, I'm in close friendship with other top-qualified candidates, which names I can disclose only in a private meeting. I would be happy to set up an interview so that you could feel my enthusiasm for this mission. I can guarantee that you will get the best possible value from sending me to this incredible and mysterious place.

Mr. X

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The origins of this man are unknown, but everyone calls him Mr. X. He appeared out of nowhere and started to make a buzz in a tech world. He examines the question of how Artificial Intelligence (AI) influences our daily lives and habits. He emphasizes the significant role of creative thinking that will help us stay human in the future.

Mr. X picks up a specific intelligent technology that exists in the world now, analyses it, and gives a thorough explanation of it. He seems to be extremely knowledgeable about his subject, which frightens some people. He breaks down any technology to a simple principle that a child could understand. Mr. X designs a genius, out-of-the-box solutions on how to implement the power of AI in our regular lives today. Also, he describes the magic-like concepts that will portray the near future. Mr. X provides the calculations and shocking evidence that cure every single doubt of the public.

Mr. X interviews scientists from the world of AI. He is well-spoken and open-minded. Mr. X listens to everyone with royal respect, and he never brags about his knowledge. Scientists believe that he came from the future because his understanding of every scientific discipline is inexhaustible.

Mr. X loves to hang out with artists. He treats them as future saviors of humanity. Creativity is one of the most important words in his vocabulary. He donates an incredible amount of money to build world-class creative universities that are free of charge for every hardworking kid. Mr. X doesn’t give interviews or appear in a public eye, yet everyone knows him by the word-of-mouth. Mr. X protects his privacy and likes to keep it that way.

Mr. X states that he wants to raise awareness and understanding of the existing and upcoming AI technology. He shares his ideas on how we can or cannot use AI to benefit our lives. Mr. X regularly warns everyone on how AI will affect the future. He believes that if we are not cautious about the creation of AI, it will eventually surpass the human race. If that happens, there will be no way back.