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Weekly Contest #351
It was 2:00 a.m., and rain was raging outside. A power cut had drowned the entire neighbourhood in darkness. Not a single light glowed anywhere. All that could be heard were the growls of thunder and the relentless beating of rain against steel rooftops.Venu sat alone in the corner of his bedroom, inside the corner house of a quiet society on the outskirts of the city. He was at his old wooden study table, face lowered, arms folded beneath it. In front of him, a lantern burned softly.Its flame stood calm and steady, as though it were listeni...
Weekly Contest #330
It’s already 8:30 in the evening. Her flight is at 9:45. Too much to say, and barely any time left to say it. My speedometer climbs—122… 125… 130. I’m not slowing down. I twist the throttle harder. The bike wobbles beneath me, but it feels like it understands; it’s pushing with me. I cut between trucks, the wind slicing my tears across my cheeks. I’m crying—loud, messy, unstoppable. I can’t see the road clearly anymore; my eyes are just pools of regret. And honestly, I’m not even looking at the road. Most of my mind is drowning in regret and...
Weekly Contest #328
Cycle 99,651 — perfect, just like the last 99,650. No repairs, no complaints, no downtime since day one. All set and on track to be the first to hit 100,000 flawless shifts in this factory.I’m D-27, a five-axis mechanical arm built for precision and obsessed with perfection. Every nut, every grip, every turn must align to the last decimal. They call it programming; I call it peace.My steel frame weighs a little over a ton; there are sensors all over me: optical, torque, thermal, audio, and even a camera lens above my wrist. I hear through a ...
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