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A short story by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher A tale from the future, or the present too. It always depends on where you choose to travel with your own imagination... That’s peace, that’s what I called serenity. All thanks to the new world where I was born. To be honest, to those who designed, implemented and sold it. I've got peace, now. Especially tonight, this early spring’ Saturday, under the shelter of my beloved apartment, my very thick walls, the surgically armored front door and all the fabulous double glazing windows. May the sacred operating system, which controls all of us, bless them. I’m calm, finally, because my diligent voice assistant just told me that I have no other option available, since I have reached the maximum level of quiet within the social media. I've always called it my social network, despite it has become a colossal spider web as big as the planet itself. Yes, I know. It sounds disturbing. It looks like the work of an evil creature ...

In your image By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher "Good morning, I'm Tom, how can I help you?" "Hi, yes, I have got a problem with the profile picture." "I see. Account holder?" "Avatar." "Not the nickname, I mean the real name." "Well, yes, it's Avatar." "Are you making fun of me?" "What do you mean? I’m not having fun at all." Click. "Hi, I'm John, how can I help you?" "Good morning to you, yes, look, I've called before too, there's something wrong with my profile picture." ... "John? Are you still there?" "The name, sir, I need your real name." "Avatar." "The real one, sir, I have no time to waste." "Why? Are you dying?" Click. "Hi, I'm Fred, how can I help you?" "Hi, yes. Listen, Fred, I have got a faulty profile picture." ... "Fred?" "I'm here...

The perfect couple By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher "So, kids," the teacher exclaims, "you have finally arrived to fifth grade, next year you go to high school." The woman makes a rundown of the students, their faces, eyes and smile’s design, more or less enthusiastic. The reason is trivial, because the coming year and every moment that awaits the young lives entrusted to her is tinged with emotional tones of absolute heterogeneity. Some are anxiously waiting for the imminent afternoon, because they will finally meet their cousin, fresh from birth and tears, and diapers, and milk powder... and luckily we have already moved on that, the teacher thinks with relief. At the same time, among them, there are those who wait for the recreation to enjoy the tomato pizza torn from mommy, between the usual biological snacks, and those who would never want to go home, unless accompanied by the Avengers, Harry Potter and Jack Sparrow all together, but even a social ...

Close everything By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Somewhere, that is, in many homes of the socialized, modern world... Tom? … Tom?! ... Tom!!! Here I come, Mary, what’s up? What’s up?! I didn’t hear you shutting the door, honey... Really? Of course, yes, close it, hurry up, the sun got out a long time ago! You're right, I'm going. ... Tom? What? Tom! I said what! I see, but come here, please. Do we have to talk from one room to another? You want strangers to hear us? Right, I'm sorry, I'm coming. So, what is it? Did you close the door? Yup… What about the bolt? And the alarm? Oops... you're right... Tom... do you want thieves to enter the house? These days, at this hour, who knows who’ll be out there... close everything! Yes, my love, luckily you’re there. No, luckily we have an alarm and impact-proof glass. Also, love, but you are the best. ... Tom! What's up now? What’s this air? Well... I think it's the window in t...