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Night had fallen upon the metropolis where flashes of early lights flickered among the glass towers. People were still searching for answers to questions tangled into the curious knot of the chronological continuum. Somewhere in the far future, the Kunlunxin corporation was trying to grasp its space in the immaterial world through artificial intelligence, embarking on a revolution in microprocessor development. Yet history wasn't much captivated by pragmatism. It loved legends—half-forgotten, tangled tales resembling the interconnected roads on a world map leading to the women's monumental community lost in medieval oblivion. Meanwhile, in the London Library, where the darkness of history always battled with the light of progress, a new project by Google—Gemini 3.0 Pro—broke through as beams of light. Thanks to this technological marvel, it was possible to unlock a mysterious annotation in a 500-year-old Nuremberg Chronicle that transported people's imagination to the brink between dream and reality. At the same time, Jon Snow stood by the window, which offered a view of the boundless metropolis. He pondered the long winter journey that awaited him and the duty to protect someone from the unknown. "Look at how artificial intelligence has invaded all spheres of our lives," said Johnny Silverhand, flicking a cigarette butt into a waste bin. "They won't rest until they've turned us all into zombies." "Maybe there's something good in it too," Jon quietly murmured, not taking his eyes off the swirl of lights. "Will you not see the day when this machine invents something real?" "Oh, please, spare me the sugar coating, brother. They're here to control us, our thoughts, our lives," Johnny continued, flicking another cigarette. The world hummed around them with its nuances, while somewhere else on the planet, music tried to explain to people how to properly manage time, exploring the subtleties of melodies. In the main office of the Kunlunxin corporation, subordinates nervously awaited the announcement of a new technology release and a possible stock market listing. Tension pierced the room like sharp stage lights in the dark. Elsewhere in the world, in a future teetering between risk and recovery, economic experts in Nigeria tried translating macroeconomic indicators into improved well-being. But life had always been merciless. It mumbled its tales, of which its inhabitants were not even aware, making one wonder if the new model developed by OpenAI would change this state of affairs once a new audio algorithm was launched. The world never stopped; it relentlessly made its way through time. The past ripened like the blot of ripe grain on the horizon, where each day brought new mysteries, intertwining them with new opportunities and risks. And perhaps, someday in the future, when time crosses another synchronization point, all these threads will merge into one story, explaining mysteries not only of the old world but also leading humanity to new horizons.