Vivian Twine 1

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[["What is going on?" you whispered]]

Characters around you started conversing, and as you joined them, when you didn't understand, they slowed down their [[speech]]

Suddenly, You opened your eyes and instinctively glanced at your hands, realizing they belonged to someone else – you had suddenly inhabited a student's body. Your unfamiliar clothes were adorned with various monitoring devices (heartbeat, attention, impulsivity, emotions, and a tag – [[potential 23]]

An elderly man, wielding a cane and surrounded by books, opened the door. He was about your height. He looked at you kindly and said, "You finally came." "Finally?" you asked, you stared at him, sensing a strange familiarity from his [[face]]

This year is 2023. And your school is nestled by the [[sea]] <img src= "https://www.marineinsight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/8-Amazing-Facts-About-the-Black-Sea.png" width="700px" height="500px"/>

What can you do? [[You can simply obey the teacher]] [[You refused to copy the test; you don't want to comply]]

Above each of these structures floated a line of introduction—"this is your classroom, and you need to step into these paintings to acquire [[knowledge]]" <img src= "https://patrickoben.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/what-holds-the-universe-together.jpg" width="600px" height="400px"/>

<img src= "https://warisboring.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/doc-121-750x350.png" width="700px" height="500px"/> You witnessed the suffering of people during that [[period]]

Fear gripped you. You didn't want to return; you wanted to escape that place. If you had to go back, you couldn't go on living the [[same way]]

"What!" you exclaimed in shock. "I thought they were all [[real!]]"

You know, the journey ahead is [[LONG]]

You got dressed in your school uniform, went downstairs, and apologized to your mom. [[Rebellion was no longer in you]]

Your 53 classmates simultaneously turned to look at you, astonishment etched on their faces. You glanced back at them, each buried under towering books and papers, busy with endless exams. In your three years here, you couldn't even remember many of their names. Each person seemed the same, engrossed in a [[never-ending cycle of studying]]

You discovered you could be a [[good student]]

To your surprise, it didn't happen. Suddenly, you found yourself in a beautiful estate surrounded by people dressed in [[medieval attire]]

You picked English class, it is one of your [[least favorites]]

You went back. Opening your eyes, you saw your ceiling, the familiar scent of books in the air. Glancing at the clock, eight hours had passed. Daylight was peeking through the [[window]] Everything that just happened felt like a dream, but you were certain it wasn't.

This was nothing like you imagined; none of them are books, exams, and screaming teachers. You remembered all the [[content]] Do you want to explore more? You can always [[go back->don't be late!]] Or you can still continue your [[journey->content]]

You picked History class. "Oh, do future students need to learn history? The old, boring [[memorization!]]"

The old man smiled, avoiding a direct answer. Instead, he said, "I guess you want to stay here now." He continued, "Now you have to pick. You have two choices. You can stay here and continue living, or you can choose to save your past self and the children around you." "No rush, my child. You have time to think," the old man said. You felt your heartbeat, the beautiful courses still vivid in your mind. They were wonderful, but you remembered your past self, the pitiable you, your worried mother, and your classmates. You know you had to make a choice You decided. [[Go back]] [[Stay here]]

[[Why hasn't anyone stepped up to change it?]]

You know, the prospect of AI surpassing humanity looms large, potentially outsmarting us in ways [[unimaginable]]

Math, one of your most dreaded subjects. You expected a barrage of [[formulas]]

Back at school, everything was familiar, yet you saw its potential through your eyes. Passing by the 53 classmates, you began paying attention to them, recalling their names, and remembering their [[personalities]]

。。。 You entered. In the game interface, you sought your friend, sending a final goodbye message. Suddenly, your mouse [[froze]].

You made the choice to [[stay]]

Struggling to recollect, you sought his presence in the principal's office. Hastening to the glass, your reflection caught your attention. In a sudden revelation, his familiar countenance flashed in your mind - [[a face eerily resembling your own from the original world]]

You thought about your classmates; were they as [[miserable as you?]]

You chose to listen to the teacher; you truly couldn't muster the courage to resist, knowing it would be [[futile]]

"Surely, there's a better way," you whispered to yourself. Instead of opting for the tedious task of rewriting the answers ten times, you chose to go [[home]].

Its your job now, you had to create the [[Artificial Intelligence named 'Potential AI']]

The elderly man was, in fact, [[you]]?

"You don't need to understand. Some things must be [[memorized]]. Politics, math formulas — they require memorization. There are no shortcuts!!!!! the teacher retorted. <img src= "https://qph.cf2.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-4305ebda3e441736b4ed1e25276b195f-lq" width="500px" height="300px"/>

Suddenly, an apple appeared next to him, descending from the air, and with hand gestures, he slowed its fall, illustrating the [[formula in the air->Good]]

Your tag underwent a transformation too - now labeled as Potential 23. The power to choose your own name rested in [[your hands]]:

No teacher in sight, but there was Newton, previously confined to textbooks, now animated, approaching you with his [[shining silver curls]] <img src= "https://images.nationalgeographic.org/image/upload/v1638890068/EducationHub/photos/isaac-newton-who-he-was-why-google-apples-are-falling.jpg" width="600px" height="400px"/>

"I quit school and went seeking for solutions. I eventually found it: Artificial Intelligence. I quickly fell attracted to it. Soon after, AI made its way into my world and I became immersed. I learned to use it, and, much like drawing, it assisted me in becoming an [[educational leader]]." <img src= "https://www.zdnet.com/a/img/resize/605df164b50d7127344cce4c41e5e2a36ac951b4/2023/04/05/e0478a88-b3ed-4516-8459-e0b919b4b2bc/artificial-intelligence.jpg?auto=webp&width=1280" width="500px" height="400px"/>

You had to represent a country in a [[game of chess]]

As you walked, surveying your surroundings, you realized this school was unlike anything you'd ever seen. Nothing like the gray lecture halls or red bricks of your previous school. This school was spacious, clean, with high ceilings and natural light [[resembling sunlight]] <img src= "https://images4.alphacoders.com/132/1326813.png" width="500px" height="300px"/>

"Maybe I should just leave this place. There's nothing worth holding onto in this school or home," the thought crossed your mind. As you started packing, you remembered your only friend in this world – a virtual companion in your [[favorite game]]

You began to [[reflect]] on your past self and your classroom

A sense of apprehension gripped you. [[Why did he vanish so suddenly?]]

You glanced at the list; there were a series of classes you needed to attend: English, math, history, politics – the same dull names as your previous school.... A bit disappointed, but with no other option, you still had to choose a class to start: [[English]] [[Math]] [[History]] [[Politics]]

[[...]]

"Therefore, I developed an AI system, named potential AI, using millions of codes. Potential AI endowed me with immense creativity -- They helped turn my [[imaginative education ideas into reality]]"

"I was devastated. I left school and started reading books." "I sought answers until I came across history books. They revealed that during the Industrial Revolution, businessmen created schools and exam-oriented education to train [[machine operators]]

You feel like you don't hate English [[anymore->Good]]

As he spoke, a soft radiance enveloped his form, gradually rendering him translucent. The instructor smiled tenderly and, like a wisp, [[dissolved before your very eyes]]

Just as humans strive to enhance themselves, you as a student, as well as anyone in this world, are compelled to tread this path of progress, embracing the challenge [[head-on]] <img src= "https://t4.ftcdn.net/jpg/04/60/15/97/360_F_460159729_0CrRzgkx2jeazZZwMPf2Qaj96bAqlpuD.jpg" width="700px" height="700px"/>

But before you could ask any questions, the old man began introducing the school, seemingly aware of what you [[wanted to know]]: "You're here to learn about this school. I can tell you." he said.

[[You understood everything]]

Wiping away tears, you turned on your computer, intending to bid farewell to your sole friend in the digital realm. Opening the game that you always found solace in, a futuristic world, you entered your game account: <<textbox "$name" "">> [[START]]

No longer a third-person narrative, you became a part of it, transformed into a World War II-era [[journalist]]

You expected you will be inside a classroom with full of formulas and tests, but instead, you entered a [[bright garden]]

The computer heated up, displaying a series of garbled codes on the [[screen]] <img src= "https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/b/k-screen-changing-data-computer-programming-messy-source-code-loop-animation-lots-digital-glitch-noise-network-security-225891774.jpg" width="700px" height="500px"/>

In this realm, you desperately scoured for buttons, yearning for a return that was now [[beyond reach]] <img src= "https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5fb4f30653aa4d7dace93331/1614780140735-ETRL7YA9AI1ZQPTKKD65/Federico_fauli_Wall_View_2.png" width="600px" height="400px"/>

Make a wrong move, and instead of a red mark or a teacher's comment, you lost a significant portion of [[land and military power]] <img src= "https://imagedelivery.net/9sCnq8t6WEGNay0RAQNdvQ/clcdk288901y6p6k4pcxoczv4_1/public" width="400px" height="300px"/>

You seemed to understand why previous education didn't work. You used to worry about grades, but now you focused on learning itself, and you can approaching it from [[different perspectives]]

[[---->1]]

Tears streaming down your face, you walked back home to a crowded space. Your younger brother cried and shouted, and your mother looked at you with confusion upon your early return. Ignoring her loud questioning, you hung your head, locked yourself in your room —a chaotic space with scattered markers, books sprawled on the floor, and a pile of [[crumpled test papers]] <img src= "https://www.unothegateway.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/DSC_2440.png" width="600px" height="400px"/>

"I did it," the old man said, "So, what you just witnessed was a virtual reality generated by [[AI robots]]."

Embracing this new reality, you resolved that even if the path back was closed, you could still forge a [[meaningful existence here]]

The surroundings were filled with fleeing people artillery sounds collapsing buildings and the air was thick with [[smoke->6]] and [[dust->6]]

[[Confidence]] returned to you slowly

"All these are my classrooms??" you exclaimed. Amazement and wonder filled you -- could a school really be like [[this?]]

You gradually felt the [[joy of learning]]

As you became nervous, you suddenly understood how to view issues from the perspective of [[political leaders]]

You saw the English classroom, a large frame adorned with a 19th-century oil painting. "Here comes another pile of books," you thought, mimicking your classmates, stepping into the frame, ready for the onslaught of [[books->E]] and [[essay papers->E]]

"At the top of the social pyramid, wealthy individuals wanted common people to learn the same knowledge to maintain control. But that may not be the real answer," said by the old man He looked into your eyes, "So, I wanted to [[change it]]" <img src= "https://static01.nyt.com/images/2021/11/16/multimedia/16xp-genoaschool-1/16xp-genoaschool-1-articleLarge-v2.jpg?quality=75&auto=webp&disable=upscale" width="400px" height="400px"/>

Approaching the elderly man's room, your eyes traversed the [[multitude of volumes]]

You had [[matured]]

"Forget the class. Take your paper outside, write the answers ten times, hand it in tonight, or don't bother going home! Leave now!" the teacher bellowed Bending down to pick up the crumpled paper, you realized why you performed poorly. [[Classes were just too dull]]

Standing in the central garden, a girl in a high-waisted dress walked by, reading a paper book. It dawned on you; this scene mirrored your least favorite book, Pride and Prejudice. [["The girl is Elizabeth!"]] you exclaimed.

But while you were complaining, you were surrounded by countless moving images, like [[film reels]] <img src= "https://smoothphotoscanning.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/pic-new-2-e1594364405908.jpg" width="600px" height="400px"/>

Perplexed, you couldn't fathom why learning meant cramming so much information. You despised school, your teacher, the assignments, the memorization—everything felt [[meaningless]] All you wanted was to rush to the seaside, swim, and escape this academic prison.

You sat on the floor, contemplating. [[Images of your dim room->7]] [[irritable teachers->7]] [[endless exams->7]] and your [[anxious mother->7]] flashed before you—memories that scared you, almost bringing you to tears. But you also knew you might have to go back, maybe in the next second.

The paper fell to the floor, Fuming, the teacher continued his stern interrogation, "Did you memorize what I told you to? Did you finish the questions? Did you review your answers?" Standing tall, you replied, "I did everything, but I just don't understand. I've memorized it all, but it doesn't make sense. I haven't had a good night's sleep in [[a week]]," you explained.

But as you entered the classroom frame, instead of economic constraints between laws and nations, a vast [[chessboard]] unfolded before you <img src= "https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1528819622765-d6bcf132f793?q=80&w=1000&auto=format&fit=crop&ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=M3wxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8OHx8Y2hlc3N8ZW58MHx8MHx8fDA%3D" width="600px" height="400px"/>

You stayed in the elderly person's room, starting to explore his belongings. The books he had perused earlier were still present, but what set the scene apart was the presence of a [[floating VR computer nearby]]

Overwhelmed, you felt a pang of sadness. You had tried your best, but the teacher still berated you in front of the entire class. You didn't know why, but you wanted to [[rebel]] against the endless rote memorization. <img src= "https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:1400/0*qoCUjFpm5oH_RYz0" width="600px" height="400px"/>

You suddenly understood why he seemed so [[familiar]]

And you realized that history wasn't as boring as you [[thought->Good]]

Walking to school, you turned to see your reflection in the glass, now back to your original self. You looked at yourself for a second, suddenly remembering the [[old man's face..]]

You gradually grasped the evolution of [[political dynamics->Good]]

Why politics? Why? You think you picked the wrong subject – this is [[too hard to learn]]

What does it mean? Why 'potential'? You had no idea. Looking at the glass door beside you, you saw the reflection of a futuristic student. You had truly entered the body of a [[student in a future world]] —You, now a student of the future. You had fallen into the body of a student

Oh no. You stood there, unable to comprehend their words: What project? You have no clue how to [[respond]]

"Welcome to the future" the old man replies "But these students are real people, the future students. They're different from my classmates back then. They're eager for progress and curious about life." You were amazed. Science fiction stories had become reality. "Why is everything so coincidental? Why am I here? How did you know [[I'd be here?]]" you asked.

Stepping out of the classroom, you muttered, "Why does it have to be like this every day?" [[Frustration ->2]] [[Anger ->2]] [[Sorrow->2]] All welled up inside you, and as you walked, tears blurred your vision.

Where did it all go [[wrong?]]

You saw a mini Roman colosseum hologram [[Freud conducting psychotherapy with his patient ->3]] [[Van Gogh drawing Sunflowers in his studio->3]] [[A chocolate factory mixing coconut and milk->3]] [[Iceland's waterfalls with an Icelandic horse->3]] and lifting your gaze, [[SpaceX's floating office where Elon Musk is making his speech->3]] <img src= "https://res.klook.com/images/fl_lossy.progressive,q_65/c_fill,w_1024,h_576,f_auto/w_80,x_15,y_15,g_south_west,l_Klook_water_br_trans_yhcmh3/activities/wymj9ywds3mtz1mhkd57/ArtScienceMuseumSingaporeTicketatMarinaBaySands-KlookHongKong.jpg" width="600px" height="400px"/>

They looked at you, puzzled. "What's wrong with you? Weren't you fine just now? Come on, we're going to be late for class." Saying this, they pulled you towards the [[classroom]]

After climbing many stairs, you stood breathless before the principal's office, nervous as you knocked on the [[door]]

Time was [[running out]] You decided to seek out the school principal.

Whoosh! Your computer screen rapidly expanded!! It felt like countless hands were pulling you into the [[screen!]]

。。。 The walls around you stretched infinitely, turning into a vast expanse of blue, reminiscent of the ocean you admired... Beyond the sea-blue boundaries, you saw floating buttons and witnessed an avatar of yourself in this fantastical world. <img src= "https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1581333025546-47f446fee132?q=80&w=2936&auto=format&fit=crop&ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=M3wxMjA3fDB8MHxwaG90by1wYWdlfHx8fGVufDB8fHx8fA%3D%3D" width="600px" height="400px"/> As you moved your fingers, the avatar mirrored your movements. Run, and your digital [[self sprinted forward]]

Through the window, you gazed at the ocean, captivated by the shifting hues of blue, from light azure to deep navy, occasionally tinged with hints of purple. <img src= "https://www.msccruises.ca/-/media/global-contents/news/world-europa_news.jpg" width="600px" height="600px"/> Lost in this maritime reverie, you forgot about time until a [[sharp voice]] jolted you back to reality.

Looking up, you read a line: World of 2123 [["Here, we can fulfill all your dreams"]]

"Are you even paying attention in class?!" Your teacher, red-faced, yelled at you, slamming the test paper onto your desk. You lowered your head, and you examined the paper; your name was the only thing not marked in red. Red circles and crosses covered the rest, a testament to your [[mistakes]]

He introduced himself and began explaining the moment of an [[apple falling]]

Losing track of time, you spent dozens of minutes immersed in their dialogue, learning about family, wealth, reputation, and social class in that [[era...]]

The elderly man bestowed upon you a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a desire for your [[everlasting joy]]

Before you could gather your thoughts, a group of students rushed toward you, each carrying different tags. They cheerfully greeted you, "Hey, are you coming to the gallery later? Did you forget about our [[project]]?"

[[If so,]]

"What are you staring at?" your classmate next to you asked. "Why are you acting like it's your first day again? Check your schedule, see which classroom you're supposed to be in, [[don't be late!]]"

You want to escape from the classroom but there is no way to exit. You are so afraid of politics, you can never understand the [[models, theories, or the hundreds of lists of laws]]

Yet, this is an unstoppable challenge, an inevitable [[evolution]]

I founded this school, and these courses are all my design. Our school is nothing like what you experienced," he said, walking to the window, overlooking his creation. "I also despised school when I was your age. It felt like a prison. I loved drawing, but no one encouraged me because art wouldn't secure a job." "We studied the main subjects, took exams for class rankings, did drills, and read [[endless texts]]" <img src= "https://img.freepik.com/free-photo/futuristic-city-skyline-illuminated-by-night-lights-generated-by-ai_188544-26026.jpg?size=626&ext=jpg&ga=GA1.1.1222169770.1702512000&semt=ais" width="600px" height="400px"/>

You heard your mom calling you to get up from downstairs. Normally, you would be annoyed because it meant going to school again. [[But not this time]]

Was it [[you?]]

In a moment of clarity, you finally understood. By opting not to safeguard the future, you inadvertently extinguished your [[future self]]

Was it [[your parents?]]

As you gazed upon the principal's office, the realization dawned that retracing your steps was an [[impossibility]]

Was it [[your teachers?]]

Or was it [[the larger education system?]]

One particular tome caught your attention, titled [["Artificial Intelligence, potential AI"]], the font emitting a blue glow.

You began leafing through its pages, embarking on a [[journey of discovery->1]]

Heartbroken, you took the paper with circles and went to an [[empty classroom]]

You started copying. Though your pen moved, your eyes scanned, the knowledge simply didn't penetrate your [[mind]]

Staring at the densely packed words, you struggled to comprehend them. You finished. The outside world had turned dark. You felt incredibly cold, while your classmates continued studying into the [[late evening]]

Holding the thick stack of papers, you ran to the teacher's office to [[submit them ---]]

At the door, as you prepared to knock, you overheard scolding from your teacher's office. Then the principal's voice followed, "This class has pulled down the overall school average, if things continue like this, [[quit your job!]]

You stood outside, breathless—why did the teacher insist on high scores? Was it because of the principal? Why did the principal care so much about [[grades?]]

Watching the principal storm out of the classroom, you took a deep breath and entered the [[teacher's office]]

You saw your teacher, exhausted, sitting in a chair, surrounded by a [[pile of ungraded papers]]

He looked at you entering, and you, with fear, handed him the papers. As you looked into his weary eyes, you suddenly understood: [[even your teacher had no autonomy.]]

Then who was controlling [[all of this?]]

Your teacher glanced at the papers, sighed, and said, "I can't change the way you learn; this is my only option. [["Child, no one can change all of this, no one."]] Go home quickly; you have a lot of homework to do."

Leaving the room, sadness engulfed you. You didn't understand why everyone seemed so exhausted; you didn't want to repeat these days anymore... You felt [[hopeless->home]]

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