Frontend Frontier – sci-fi short story

This is my 2nd science-fiction short story (the 1st one is here). It is a tribute to the Frontend Engineers and how their life and job would change in the future due to the advent of ML/AI.

Special thanks to Aamna, Roshan, and Abhishek for grammatical/punctuation improvements and the overall constructive feedback.

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IN A VACANT BUT CHAOTIC CABIN, a soul, deep in reverie entered. The door plate had a caption that read, “Yesterday’s gadgets were in front of you, Today’s gadgets are in your hands, and Tomorrow’s gadgets will be right within you”. That was the most influential gift his grandpa had given him at the age when he knew the only use of a tongue in his mouth was to tease others. Now, he was in his late twenties and worked part-time as an A.I specialist for many years. Dare not to gaze in awe since everybody was an A.I. specialist these days, mostly due to high demand and high wages in return compared to other jobs or sarcastically no jobs. He recalled the “There is an APP for that!” story often shared by his grandpa to justify the current situation. Because of the rampant use of Machine Learning tools and techniques, making something smarter was a piece of cake now. Off-course, you’ve to dig deeper to improve the existing Machine Learning models or invent your own for an unprecedented result.
Dave was an autodidact who inhabited his working space. The room was furnished with the aesthetically minimalistic design which gave the impression of everything fairy. One side of the room, the door facing wall was painted pinkish blue, only to warp it nicely or rather gel with other drabbed walls. Silvery photo frame, containing meaningless photos in baker’s dozen, was planted on one of the drabbed walls in a shape of Kalpataru tree. It was connected to the Line (was called Internet before) as pictures that were framed-in changed randomly or perhaps as per the mood and emotions emanated by the people around. It turned out that even the walls changed colors and patterns by injunction.
There was no source of open vents, but still, it was quite frigid in there for anybody to retreat on chaise longue—cemented far away at the corner to rest for eternity.
Another wall, facing east had big nestled sliding windows for sunlight and thereby for warmth to slip through. As usual, the Sun had shone on the sliding windows from outside like a stage lighting. Looking down with half-shut eyes through the glass confirmed that the cabin was a part of 100-story construction erected from quite above the ground. Might be lodged on top of some flat structure below but could not be seen from up above. Even the surroundings were occupied with similar but sufficiently spaced out constructions.
Adjacent to the sliding windows, the stacked circular knobs controlled the artificial light—sunlight to be precise supposing the sun was not around—emerging from the glass to populate the room since no working hours were pre-defined.

Most of the things were wall mounted but the only exception was Dave’s workstation. Long gone were days when people in the past profoundly designated themselves as software engineers. In those days, their work and identity extended beyond mere programming software or so-called coding: analyzing project requirements, brainstorming with a team, creating prototypes, beta testing with handful of early adopters, fixing bugs, churning out new features, and many more such activities had made engineering the nail-biter job in a good way. But things had changed drastically and with unexpected swiftness since then.
Now they were called experts.
When people stopped doing traditional searches on various search engines back then, the obvious progression for many of those search engines was to become Digital Personal Assistants. Many could not fathom the idea and some died due to competition and so to speak complexity in giving accurate answers. Today, they collaborate or ironically fraternize themselves with Intelligent Digital Personal Assistant (IDPA) for any software related work as if humans and machines had switched roles. Even the schism between frontend and backend had become illusory.
Nowadays these experts had been trusting IDPAs more than their instincts when it came to problem-solving. By the same token, this probably might have made the software engineer term obsolete in this era.

When Dave entered the room, IDPA wished him welcome, “Good Morning, Dave!” and reminded in a soothing female voice, “I’m stoked to work alongside you on a new project today.”, followed by a giggle. Then it auto played his favorite song when Dave said nothing in return, deadpan. Dave was mulling over a problem he had been carrying in his head since last night. Yeah, that was one of the things he was allowed to do until A.I. figured out to do of its own; speculating the exponential growth in technology, it will happen soon.
While the song reached its peak, Dave slingshotted himself off to a fridge, fetched various flavors of staple meal as much as he could clasp, and hurriedly trotted near his desk before he unintentionally dribbled everything on the matted floor. In the meantime, his workstation lit up automatically when it sensed him near. IDPA had recognized Dave, booted his monitor instantly or it just reappeared magically as if someone tossed it in the realm of the 3D from the unknown 4D world, while he was busy tearing off one of the staple meals he just lugged.
After some time when his mouth was full enough to chew some of it, he transferred the bowl in one hand and threw the remaining meal bags on the other side of the desk. Then buried himself in the ergonomic chair, chewing vigorously raised one hand with the palm facing the drabbed wall, like a rocket flies off the surface, only to stop the music.
He turned his face squarely towards the computer screen, affixed to the table. Then stared at it for long enough, making the surroundings blurry after a while, almost nonexistent as if he was floating on a cloud.
He was alone. Working From Home Forever.


AS USUAL, HE STUFFED the remaining meal into his mouth and set the bowl away, literally slid it far across the desk to never grab it again. Dave began his day by skimming over unread messages first, in a nick of time, as he had already linked IDPA to a universal messaging gateway.
Back in the old days, when the poorest of the poor were given the affordable internet, it became obvious that accumulating such a huge data by just one company would have been hazardous. Thence the market leaders from various countries back then were the first to realize that something needs to be done to avoid the draconian future. So these early liberators decided to come to terms with it and had discerned of creating the universal platform to amalgamate the disintegrated tribes. Eventually, their efforts gave birth to the universal messaging gateway. It had been developing as the open project since then, mainly consisted of a mixture of open APIs and a distributed file system at its helm. This meant, no one company would be held accountable for owning the public data, not even the government by any means.
With such an architecture at its core, even the smallest entrepreneur delivering weed at home could use the messaging gateway to notify its customers, for anything. The weed delivery Page in ARG, however, has to provide hooks for the universal messaging gateway to pull in real-time updates and notify those customers in a scalable manner. Later similar strategy was used with IDPA so that any kind of requests could be made without even installing the Page. Just give a command to your IDPA and boom!

The Universal Messaging Gateway now happened to be the common but much powerful interface to access all sorts of messages coming from family members, friends, colleagues, ITS, IoT home appliances, and all sorts of fairy things mounted around the room of Dave. And from strangers too—spam detection was an unsolved problem. It would worsen though, some said.
IDPA moved few important incoming messages on top automatically while the overwhelming majority of such messages were grouped separately that needed Dave’s consideration. Although, some experts prefer to check out each message manually by disabling IDPA (the icon resembles a bot head placed atop the human abdomen) in order to vindicate their amour-propre, but for Dave that just saved his time.
Predominantly, the incoming messages would be resolved instantly, in a moment as soon as they arrive, by IDPA itself only if they are project specific. But those replies were unerringly apt as if Dave himself were involved. Although, Dave could see such messages on the right side of the screen. He prodded on a flat sheet of a keyboard which was paired with ARG to close the list of auto-replied messages in order to shift his focus to the important ones in the center. Now went full screen with a gesture.
After a while, IDPA voiced sympathetically, “The injunction to be nice is used to deflect criticism and stifle the legitimate anger of dissent”.
It was one of the famous quotes fetched furtively over the wire when Dave was busy smashing keys. In this case, IDPA dictated him not be rude.


SPLAYED ACROSS THE BOTH EARDRUMS in a stream of steep hum was the reminder of an upcoming live code conference, happening at the luxurious resort. Dave supposed to be attending it but woefully caught up with urgency. Earlier he had watched such events remotely without any privation despite the fact that one had to be physically present at the venue to grab various sponsored tech goodies for free.
He welted on the notification to start a live stream that swiftly covered the preoccupied screen in ARG as if a black hole had swallowed a glittering star in oblivion.
Having himself competitively gazing at the live stream was not rendered on the real computer screen. The projection of the virtual computer screen, made via ARG (he was wearing), was of a shape of a glowing 3D rectangle. Having glowy, it was not fairy though. It looked almost real as if it was materialized there, and moreover, others could see it too if they were on the same Line. Further, he would stretch the screen to suit his needs. Sometimes he would transmogrify it into multiple screens for more arduous tasks. Inevitably, he would start the new project today, so a single screen. But wider.
Augmented Reality Goggle (ARG) was a small device of the shape of a cigarette, mounted behind both ears, which made this possible. It zip-tied to the top of his left and right auricles and connected by a thin wire from behind, someday to talk to the amygdala to send data via neural signals to enable brain-to-brain communications. High definition cameras and mics were attached to both aft and rear ends of the device so that a 360 video feed could be viewed or captured.
By the same token, ARGs were of equal stature to human eyes.

Ruffling his hair with left hand, Dave reposed himself in the chair when chattering noise coming from the remote conference advanced. Still, plenty of time remained to start a keynote though.
ARG had been upgraded beyond what it was during its nascent stage. Now you would beam your reality around you for others to experience in real-time. Similarly, the conference sponsors had broadcasted the whole conference hall in a 360-degree video feed that anybody—and most importantly from anywhere would tap into. That way, Dave could see everyone who was attending the conference physically as if he was with them. Even the conference attendees use ARGs during the live conference instead of watching directly with their naked eyes; mostly for fancy bits that you would not see otherwise.
Strips of imagery scrolled in the line of sight when Dave observed the conference hall in a coltish manner for some familiar faces. With a mere gesture, you could hop person to person to face them as if you were trying to make an eye contact to begin a conversation with. The only difference here was that the person on the other side would not know of until you sent a hi-five request.
Dave stiffened for a moment and looked for his best friend with the keen observation who was physically attending the conference this time. “There he is!”, Dave shouted aimlessly. Before sending him a hi-fi request, Dave flipped his camera feed by tapping on the computer screen to face him, and drew a blooming rectangle on it, starting with a pinch in the middle of the screen and then both fingers going away from each other, that captured his face down to his torso like a newspaper cut out. That was, as a matter of fact, the only subset from his untidy reality that would be broadcasted when conversing. He flipped back the screen to encounter his friend and sent him the hi-five. They retreated and discussed the technology in the midst of laughter and jokes until the conference began.
Subsequently, Dave shifted gears and colonized the chair and the escritoire in the room with his feet to watch the keynote for a few productive hours.


HOPPED OVER A CODE EDITOR when Dave reclined in the chair with the satisfied feeling after watching his favorite conference. Dave’s job was to find various ways to make IDPA and related AI machinery astute. On this day, however, he would spend his time building a Page a.k.a. ARG application.
The code editor opened all those files he left unclosed last night. Then it was overlapped with a small notification dialog about pending reviews. Dave resisted the urge to cancel the notification, for he knew that he would need complete focus for the new project starting today, to not leave his colleagues hanging in the air.
In the past, some people were worried about Software eating the world but lo and behold, software ate the Hardware too. Software as a Service was the norm back then but after few years some smart folks thought of Hardware as a Service and it was a game changer. The result of that, today, if you need a new machine to run any software, you just have to launch AHS Page (Augmented Hardware Services) in ARG and choose the likes of configurations you prefer in terms of RAM, Graphics card, HD display, Storage, and whatnot—Up and Running workstation in no time and far cheaper. After this setup, all you need was a high-speed Fiber Line which was pretty commonplace nowadays. ARG lets you connect to the Line which in turn allows you to interact with the workstation (and many things) in Augmented Reality. It is, in other words, the entire operating system and the likes of Pages you need at the moment, all run on the cloud and then projected in your field of view.
That way the Dave’s code editor was rendered too.

Dave engaged and finished with the review without further ado except at one place wherein according to Dave it needed a personal touch. So he wrote a polite explanation to prove his point with a mundane graph drawn using arrows (–>), dashes (—), dots (…), and attached the video recording along with it—meaning he just had an idea of making the program extensible and immune to future requirement (Still a dream). Then moved on to face the new instance of the code editor. Before he began thinking of the new project, IDPA prompted unconventionally in his ears, “Dave, I would like to inform you that you had forgotten to submit the review”. Dave quickly submitted it with embarrassment. With revengeful sense, Dave teased patiently to IDPA,

“What is life?”

“I know you are not interested in scientifically accurate answer”, rebutted IDPA in disguise after sensing Dave’s intention, “but to me (and you too), it’s a ToDo list!”.

Dave ought to take revenge, but instead defeated by the machine, he conceded his defeat and decided to divert his attention to the job at hand.


WHEN THE USE OF MACHINE LEARNING techniques soared, many programmers gave up on traditional UI/UX development and in fact focused on training the machines to do so. They long ago predicted, if it was achieved to the level of human intelligence, it would save time and money for many. Today, IDPA was not that profound when it comes to creatively lay out a design on an empty canvas on its own. Instead it relies a lot on existing designs and trends only to come up with a somehow similar but little bit different designs compared to the rest. Although, it’s not imaginatively creative at all but still, Dave was optimistic for having IDPA on his side today.
IDPA built into the code editor was given a simple command to fetch the designs for the new project from the cloud repository. The new project was about a newly launched Flying Commercial Vehicle which was as compact as a 4-seater electric car but flies up too without the need of big rotor systems. Dave was given the task of creating an ARG Page that must include various shots of the Vehicle from all angles, using which people around the world can make bookings from anywhere. When he fed those details to IDPA from within the code editor, it quickly brainstormed in nanoseconds and churned out a design which made Dave sad—not because it was bad but because it looked the same as hundreds of other Pages he had seen before. Most importantly, he did not like the placement of the snapshots and the details provided.
There was one more way although, especially, for those who still had some artistry left in them when it came to design Pages. He briskly drew boxes on a blank canvas in a circular form making up the circle of life (as if that’s the last thing people needed to complete them), filled some of them with random texts, and marked certain areas where the snapshots must be. Then fed his magnum opus to IDPA which produced the Page out of it instantly. On the same line, he drew few more things to capture the booking details and then have it Page‘d too. In the meanwhile, IDPA slapped some statistics on the screen, apart from some not-so-important maths, it showed file size of the compiled Pages vs the original design files. That made Dave sighed in satisfaction as if humans had contacted an Alien Race they could talk to.
Dave went through the created Pages just to read information about the vehicle, mentioned next to each angled shot. Looks like he was on fire today since ideas kept coming to him in order to make the current Page design even better. Now he could either go back to the drawing board or make edits in the existing Pages himself. He thought for a moment and decided to go with the latter option, that is, to open an Interface Builder. With a flick of a button it literally transformed the code editor UI into the interface builder UI, snapping a bunch of pallets on each side, only to assist him.
Dave focused on the current design to change it the way he intended and also fixed few design errors that the intelligent interface builder suggested, given the best practices and performance incentives. It was intelligent for a reason since it had added appropriate validations on the data fields automatically that supposed to capture the registration details of people who wanted to buy the vehicle. The only thing Dave had to do was connect the same to the cloud data storage which was the kid’s play. So he picked one of the few available cloud storage engines to save the data and pelted the finish button that in turn compiled the final ARG application that he then pushed live on the ARGStore which was the one-stop destination to host all sorts of ARG applications now.
This had become the reality now since browsers are long dead and the Web, if you may know, had been transfigured beyond recognition.

Dave saw IDPA holding up on some news since a long time, not to disturb him. He unmuted it only to know that some researchers cracked the way how Brain creatively thinks and he determined to let go of the thoughts he was mulling over since the previous night.
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Rendezvous – sci-fi short story

This is my first attempt to write a science-fiction short story (the couple of them are still in progress 😙). I must acknowledge that I’m no Douglas Adams to hit a home run with the first story 😄. Nonetheless, it was exciting and tough as f***. My grand salute to all those science-fiction authors who have been writing countless pages with the integrity and the soul of the real science in their writing.

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WE ARE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE was the faith deeply rooted in as the planet earth became a utopian world. The world without poverty, corruption, wars, and maladies. The world now run by Gods called Humans.

He woke up to the silence for the final countdown. His body was numb and furthermore, the ticking wall clock seemed deliberately obtuse. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock – Ten seconds have passed. The clock on his right glowing blurred and continuously blinking as if someone was around him that could not be seen with naked eyes. But he can sense it, feel it, believe it. Few minutes have passed but all he could hear was a ticking clock. Suddenly, lights splashed on him from all angles. He was lying on a bed in the hospital. Yuvon is dying!

Not a similar death by old age or illness like ancient humans. Going through euthanasia by his own will. He had lived prosperous life for straight 3 centuries. Today is his last day!

His best friend and a renowned scientist, Fa, who had worked with him earlier on many revolutionary projects sat next to hear his final words before Yuvon rests himself in peace. Yuvon’s last invention was a disgrace (according to him) that forced him to end his life. But he is still believed to be influential and his opinions are still taken seriously. He was gathering thoughts to search for the answers within, confusingly blabbered. “Fa, Have you ever thought of having some kind of life around us…?”

“…unseen to our blindfolded eyes?”, questioned to himself.

According to Fa, he was literally exaggerating things at hand, but that’s how he has been since eons – no one believed in him until he achieved the impossible and became the greatest of all. Yuvon is one of the brightest minds on the planet, was born as a child prodigy. He has been the proponent of genetically improving human mortality and cognition to make them real gods, rather than making humanoid robots. He believed imitating body functions is far easier than mimicking conscience. And consciousness to be exact. Later he led the massive massacre event in the late 21st century where all poor, ailing, corrupt, and incompetent people were genetically massacred. The only motive behind such gruesome act, unlike none, had been seen in the ancient history, was to reboot the humanity with a controlled population of the smartest and brightest humans only. With such appalling rules, within few centuries, the danger of existential crisis became the trouble of the past and humans were throned as Interplanetary species.

Since childhood, his inquisitive mind was occupied with mysteries of our existence in the universe and restive to find answers. The theory of evolution levied upon the humanity since ages were the little white lie to him so he always opined to find extraterrestrial civilization to prove himself wrong for a long while. For that matter, it turned out to be his life’s only mission or rather a fixation. With Yuvon’s sheer will, his team worked on the clandestine project for many decades. But consequently, his latest obsession to contact alien life in the vast and somewhat mysterious sea of stars had emerged as a complete fiasco.

While generations of efforts exhausted to make humans immortals, Yuvon’s move to meet the death – considered to be a disease nowadays – is unsettling for Fa’s befuddled brain. Before Fa reacts, Yuvon continued, “…We may not be aware of their presence.”

After a long silence hoping Yuvon has to say more. “What made you come to that conclusion?”, interrogated Fa by refuting the possibility, phlegmatically.

Yuvon knew that he was insane but not enough to let go, at least not when he has mere 10 minutes left. “We sent high-frequency radio signals, made mammoth machines to tap on to cosmic changes, detected hundreds of Earth-like planets within reach, propelled human ships there to look for some life forms. Indeed, we left no stones unturned to find alien life in outer space. What have we found so far…” He choked out of breathing. Then breathed deeply to confess further but decided to restrain himself.

Fa tried to console Yuvon’s franticness, “Nothing. But Isn’t that commendable what you have achieved so far? I have not seen you so desperate before. Where is your perseverance? If you choose to stay alive, who knows, we may find success in our research.”

Yuvon regressed, “It’s not about persistence. It’s about perception”. A spooky looking flying robot with chimpanzee-like long hands followed by sprawling fingers entered the cubicle. It had no legs or a torso. It literally flew over Yuvon’s lying body, a digital prompt popped up after scanning his face. While checking background details of Yuvon on the screen, Silicon-based eyes of the bot widen when he acknowledged Yuvon as its creator. With its spidery fingers, it initiated euthanizing Yuvon. His breathing returned to normal as the doctor prepared the preliminary procedures.

He continued impatiently, “As you know we humans can not live in water like Marine animals do. Would we ever have found marine life at all on earth if we had forgone searching oceans for life just because our own characteristics falling flat there? The whole problem with our research is we reckon that other life-forms may not exist in an environment where we can not survive. We have always looked for an alien planet that exhibits somewhat similar characteristics of our own planet, and that is the problem!”

Fa smiled and said evenly, “Certainly! But that’s the fastest way to find extraterrestrial life on billions of habitable planets around us?”

Yuvon stopped to ponder but swivel the debate to bring it on the track, then said firmly, “What sounds right is not always right. Ever thought that why there are so many different animals, insects, what not on this planet? It’s amusing not to think of having no conspiracy here.”

Fa bestirred for the first time, “What do you mean?”

“Maybe. All the life-forms including us that we see, touch, smell, and feel are artificially created by some sort of higher beings.”

“Why would they do that?”

By pointing his finger towards the doctor, he said thoughtfully, “Why have we created these bots? To help us right? I highly doubt that they left us here alone because no creator builds something that’s not useful to him. We must be useful to them somehow and presumably, they must be here around us in a different form. Watching us, Controlling us.”

“You mean, demigod??”, Fa questioned reluctantly to accept what Yuvon was trying to sell him.

“They may be ancient civilization, advanced themselves to be non-human, for the better or worse.”, rebutted Yuvon.

Fa desperately wanted to speed up the meaningful consternation knowing the less time at hand for Yuvon, “Why would any civilization do that? What does it have to do with your death?”.

Yuvon sensed his urgency and said confidently, “Once you invent a technology, there is no fun being a caveman!” Yuvon questioned rapidly to the perplexed Fa as he sensed his brain and heart about to shut down within a minute, “When you do a certain thing the same way, over and over again, you run by your muscle memory which makes you boring, monotonous, and essentially the owner of whatever you are doing because muscle memory was built on experiences you had in the past. But when you do the same thing differently each time, you run by your intuition which makes you interesting, creative, and essentially the puppet. Because suddenly some higher energy comes into play that feeds you that intuition you are no longer in control. Our senses are too restrictive for us to see them. Or we are not meant to see them. For a Shark to comprehend the vastness of the sea, it has to leave the box it is trapped in and come out only to perceive the grandeur of the seas.”

While Yuvon began to enter into the eternal slumber, the elfin grin emerged on his face as if he had solved the mystery, “Yes, Fa. What we can not see, does not deny its existence!”.

Before Fa reacts, Yuvon’s brain is about to halt forever. The tongue slipped, shuddered, faltering his words. He could not continue further as his heart stopped pumping permanently, but his brain was surprisingly spry. “Will Fa pursue what I devised? Will humanity heed my advice after my death? Will humans ever learn to see things differently? Or Will my words be forgotten forever?” He thought to himself while his brain went black.

His eyes shimmered for the last time and cool breeze took over his entire body, making it cold rapidly as if someone touched him.

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