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DESIGN & LAYOUT- Ms Adeen EDITORIAL INCHARGE -Ms Bisma Manzoor
PATRON-Ms Monisa Khursheed
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Campus Round-Up
CROSS
COUNTRY RUN
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POP UP ACTIVITY
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Scholastic/ Co- Scholastic Activities ENGLISH ALMOND BLOSSON ACTIVITY
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MATHEMATICS Addition, subtraction, and Multiplication of Rational numbers using the grid method.
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SCIENCE
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SOCIAL SCIENCE
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HINDI
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KASHMIRI
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BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHY
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SYED AMBER 8th G
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AISHA PARVEZ 8th G
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MOHAMMAD ABAAN 8th C
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MOHAMMAD HADI 8th F
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AISHA PARVEZ 8th G
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Technology “Technology is getting better and better every day. Technology now can make choices of its own and has emotions. It will start to dominate the world,” protested the reporter. “Huh!” said Mr Joggers, turning off the TV. “He is crazy.”
“But Dad, he has a fair point. You should consider it more than anyone else,” said Joey, Mr Joggers' son.
“Son, don't be so reckless at such stuff. The subject is way bigger than what you can even imagine. What the reporter says has more to it than what you can understand.”
“Joey, just go to your room and come when dinner's ready,” his father sighed.
Joey was a teenage boy. He was imaginative, creative, intelligent and an artist at heart. He loved nature. Joey was never in agreement with his father as he didn't trust the technology as his father did. Joey was scared of the capabilities of technology and preferred to stay away from it. On the other hand, Joey’s father was a computer scientist who naturally loved technology. Because of their divergent views on technology, the father-son duo did not get along well.
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It was dinner time. Joey ran down the stairs with his grumbling stomach and took his place at the dining table. As usual, a robot maid served the food. When Joey walked to the kitchen counter and brought his food, no one said anything.
Everyone ate until the silence was broken by the doorbell.
“Who can it be at this time?,” asked Joey’s mother, Mrs Joggers.
There was no one at the door except two parcels, almost as big as sketchbooks.
“Oh, this wasn’t supposed to come until next week?,” remarked Mrs Joggers, handing over one parcel to Mr Joggers.
“Uh, Joey,” said Mr Joggers. “As you know, your birthday is coming soon. Your mom and I ordered you a gift, and uh, it came earlier than expected.”
Mr and Mrs Joggers handed Joey the parcels and said in unison, “Happy birthday, son!”.
Joey was excited but didn't show any emotions. He ripped apart the packaging and saw that it was a tablet journal. pg. 18
Joey hated technology but not this tablet. This device, as he would say, did not have AI. It worked on simple software. The device could be used to take outstanding pictures, make sketches and write notes, watch movies and read e-books. Joey loved the way it could fold up into something as small as wallets, and fit in your pocket.
Joey was happy and excited. He did not start using his device just yet. He only opened the other package and there were a few accessories for his tablet, an e-pencil, an e-cover and his new smartwatch. He hugged his parents and thanked them for the gift. Finishing his dinner, he went upstairs.
Joey, now in his “lodging”, which is what he called his room, set up his new device. He spent hours setting up his device, while outside his noise-cancelling earphones, thunder was rumbling.
When he started hearing noises from outside, he took off his earphones and headed downstairs. There lay the robotic maid completely destroyed. Joey was confused about what had happened. Mr Joggers in a calm yet scared voice said to Joey, “Pack your stuff, quick.”
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some missile test or something in the area asking for all residents to evacuate, which was common since he lived near the military camp. Joey’s father worked at the camp as a scientist. Joey took his camping backpack and hastily packed his stuff and returned downstairs. He couldn’t translate the look on his parents' faces. His father rushed to the couch and threw away its mattress and picked up three electro-guns. He put one in the backpack he wore on his shoulders, gave another to Mrs Joggers, and lastly came to Joey. Mr Joggers signalled Mrs Joggers to keep on moving. He bent down on his knees and told Joey in a soft voice, “See kiddo, there has been a major tech malfunction in the city. This puts the whole state at risk. So we need to leave this place and go away. There is a nuclear bunker nearby. We had made it in case a nuclear bomb or something goes off.” Presenting the third electro gun to Joey he told him to, “Only use it when absolutely necessary.” Joey gave his father a slight nod, though he was scared. He didn’t know what exactly was happening in the city but from his father’s expression, it didn’t seem good. He thought about what would happen if the technology did something to him or his family and if they couldn’t make it to the bunker and if something bad happened. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
The smart technology in the house started talking in unison. “Leave humans, this world belongs to us now, leave.” Mr Joggers hit a switch on the wall and everything turned off, including the tech. The two rushed out of the house. Mrs Joggers was in the car. Mr Joggers said, “We can’t go in the car. It’s too dangerous. We need to take the bikes.” Mr pg. 20
Joggers rushed to the garage and to Joey’s surprise brought out three bikes. Mrs Joggers shifted two big suitcases from the boot of the car onto the bikes’ under-seat compartments. Joey, with his binoculars out, was looking at the situation in the city and saw that many houses were destroyed. There were giant robots marching on the streets, and people were running towards the south end of the city. Joey was shaking. He now understood the precaution his father was taking by arming themselves with the electro-guns. Once they were ready with the luggage, Mr Joggers explained the routes.
When they got on their bikes, a huge sound of explosion came from the city. This scared Joey. He didn’t want to face what was happening in the city. The family finally left.
An hour passed. They were together and still had a long way to go. To the left of their track, they could see forest fires in the jungle. Mr Joggers kept that out of the discussion. “Dad, what happens when we get there, the AI will still exist.” Mr Joggers kept quiet, as if in regret. Suddenly, a tree fell in between the track and Joey’s bike went out of control. His bike rolled down the side of the hilly area.
Joey was alone now in his badly put up tent. It was almost midnight. It had been quite a struggle for him to put up the tent. It was on the ground, half a tree branch held it up a little, Joey’s sleeping bag barely fit in it, but he was fast asleep. From behind the tent came a robotic voice. It was a pg. 21
mourner that could give you nightmares. Joey woke up with a jerk. He looked from where the voice came from. The sound was coming from a mutant robotic humanoid. It was missing an arm and an eyeball. Joey fell off his bike. He was scared like never before. Joey put his hand in the storage compartment of his bike, where he had kept his gun. Grabbing the gun, he shot at the robot multiple times. The gun went out of control and shot upwards, and one hit the robot and it got obliterated.
Looking for supplies in his backpack, he found some food, two T-shirts, a pair of pajamas and his tablet. Scared, he grabbed his tablet and turned it on. He sent a voicemail to his father's phone asking him where he was. “The city cell towers are down. This mail will take longer,” he sighed. Worrying thoughts occupied his mind. Joey had never been on his own. Joey hated camping. The idea of staying in such a weak and non-protective house gave him bad feelings. At present though his poor camping skills were his only hope. Joey started putting up his tent again.
It was freezing cold, Joey didn’t want to go back to sleep. The malfunction in the city was worse than he had ever imagined. He put on a jacket. “It’s a blue moon,” he whispered to himself. He spent a few moments in peace and stared at the beautiful sky. He heard the sound of a firecracker. The night sky was lit with sparks. Joey picked up his backpack and gun and walked towards the place from where he thought the sound came from and finally reached the destination. Before Joey pg. 22
could even see who was there, he was raised in the air and was pressed on the ribs extremely hard. He opened his eyes. There he was—his father, in tears. Joey had never seen his father like that.
"Dad," he screamed.
“You gave me a real scare, Jo. Never ever do that ever again,” said his father.
Joey saw a huge metal spherical tower behind his father.
“Is that the nuclear bunker?” he asked.
Mr Joggers gave a smile. “Come, let’s get you changed.”
Zaigham Wajahat Kashtwari
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