WE KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME
When they were told by the Cristun Project that in 2049, people would no longer human writers but would depend on AIs for the unspoiled yet refined experienced of storytelling and general writing, neither Gerald nor his other writer-counterparts envisaged that the impact would be as absolute as it turned out to be. They cashed out daily on sales before now but even bestsellers at the moment cannot boast of a penny from sales of books and are now diversifying into other lines of businesses to put food on their tables. The robots send the stories direct to the humans computer systems and for those who cannot afford personal robots, they go to any of the stadia in the city free of charge to listen to the books being read out by the robots in the most impressive way ever known. Gerald tells his counterparts that he currently wishes he is an Android so he can still have his books listened to and enjoyed by his avid readers. He begins to recount his first book titled 'Clarissa', a love story about his first love, how he poured out his emotions on paper in black and it sold four thousand copies on the first run and he fell so deeply in love with writing that he soon forgot about the Clarissa lady after he churned on 3 books per month on a regular each year until this very one when the AI began their takeover. Recalling it, makes him feel sad again that he was about losing the one thing that replaced the one precious most important thing he held so closely to heart. Angered by this, he decides he would do everything within his power to keep his audience and that whichever way possible, he would either use the AI to his advantage or defeat the AI for his advantage, either way, he will have his career as a storyman back. He works tirelessly looking for a way to either defeat or partner with the AI because a part of him believes that this may have come for a good reason and he is ready to get to that reason whatever it takes. First three weeks of his brainstorming on the way looks very bleak, his face looks sickened, troubled and frantic then at the middle of the fourth weeks, there is this Eureka fard on his face that looks so glorious. Rushing down from his room upstairs into his living room downstairs, he runs for his phone, placed by his flat screen LCD TV, excitedly but trips upon a slight impact with the center table in the living room. Too excited to care, he gets up again, oblivious of the pain and limps to pick his phone so he can contact his fellow writers for a little tête-à-tête or a conference sort of. Grabbing his phone, he dials the most senior writer he knows but the phone is switched off. He imagines everyone is indoors or doing some other consolatory job with the advent of the Artificial Intelligence. What can he do to get ahead on this? Realizing the only option, he books a very large hall in one of the biggest hotels in the world staking his entire worth to pay for the use of their conference hall for the conference. He plans the event within two weeks, sending out invites to over 200 million writers all over the world. All the writers arrive the hotel two to three days before the event. When the day arrives for the prestigious conference, they all convene at the conference hall within a 1 billion sitting capacity fully equipped with powerful air-conditioning systems and fourteen 2 decibel speakers to cover the 60000 square meter conference hall. Within a few minutes, everyone settles in and the conference scheduled for 8am begins at 8:50am. Gerald takes another few minutes putting himself together for this grand narrative-changing event before majesty proceeding to the podium in his all-white three-piece suit looking like God himself, about to address a congregation of angels. Taking the podium with a microphone attached to it, he begins, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, we all know why we are gathered here today, don't we all?', Gerald asks and the crowd gives a roaring yes! 'We are all gathered here because we are about to be run aground....rather we have been run aground by this', he says with an electronic pointer in hand controlling the projector before him which has the image of an AI device on it. 'Now, this is our only option at the moment, Partnership,' Gerald says confounding everyone especially Dr. Glavidor from Russia who gets up to ask how it is possible to partner with someone who is taking your job from you. 'Yes, I know. It sounds really crazy but let me explain further, AIs are technology right? All we have to do is instead of publishing in written hard copy formats, we publish in e-formats such as audiobooks- books whose content are read to the reader in pre-recorded forms, e-books-particularly for easier access, you can stay in your room and read a book written by some 200 miles away from you and would not need to go searching seven thousand bookstores frantically to get a hold of it. These and more are gifts of the AI we writers can harness so let's not think about it as they are taking away our jobs or customer but let's look at it as it they are giving us new way to not only re-invent ourselves but also appeal to our readership. Imagining getting to 7 billion people, your content, immediately it drops. Yes, AI would do that .So instead of burying our heads in the sand, raise your glass to the AI Dawn which is in fact, a mine of fresher opportunities'. Everywhere falls silent as if all he had been speaking was in a language foreign to the whole human race then shortly after, they all rise with thunderous claps welcoming the idea.©mrspectacular
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BLOOD AND SWEAT
Begining under a nation whose ruler had blood so blueSo hegemonically inclined that her subjects could never, a malignment or maltreatment, argue.Taking decisions so drastic without as much as a cue,To the subjects, there was not much due.For a freedom from the oppression, a war did ensueFor the peace and satisfaction had melted like fondue.Having all these lost,The war was expensive but not half what the peace and satisfaction did cost.Their bloods turned to frost.For the peace, they were willing to become ghostsFor they wept bitterly innermost.Gathering a few host,They find a usurping opportunity.Grabbing it with an air of amenity,Of course the Queen displayed no comity.Seeing that her territory was about to do something that would bring to her kingdom, a fatality,She executes a plan void of gentilityTo ensure secession becomes vanity.Determined to break the gates open,They decide to treat the Queen as a colleenRather than the superpower she had always been.Embarrassed by the disrespect of the 'creatures' in her 'den',She brings down on them, the levenCausing the death of many men.Men on her side and the opposite,The earth under them used their blood and sweat as composite.The casualties were in no way liteFor something now treated like mite.When the casualties were given their burial rite,The colony turned to a national site.Today we enjoy the beauty But some still make it seem an unnecessary duty.Handling the nation in a manner that make the efforts of the blood and sweat to be futility.For what? Personal gratuity.Desecrating the edifice with a rugged impunityHope the souls forgive us for making a joke of the expensive unity.©mrspectacular
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IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?
The night drags. Stephen clears his desk in preparation to leave the office for his house. Shutting down his desktop computer, he lifts himself off from his swivel chair behind his tinted glass desk and walks his way out to the front of the desk to leave the office after a really long day. Suddenly, he realizes there is something missing on him, he cannot place what it is. He looks around to know what it us but still has no clue as he looks to hand and sees his phone. He would usually have such occurrences of forgetting about things mostly very easy for other people to remember and today happens to be one of those days. Stephen's footsteps hasten out of the office for the car park where his vehicle is parked. Getting to the car, he drops his briefcase on the roof of the car so he can reach into his pocket and pull out his car key to open the car up and have the briefcase and the other thing he has brought to the car lodged at the back seat of his SUV. Reaching into his pocket and rummaging carefully then frantically, he prays the keys are found but unfortunately they are not. He has left them again in the drawer of his desk in his office. What would he do? Rushing up to his office almost at the speed of light, he hurriedly tries to open the door to his office causing his key card to fall down a number of times. Realizing he would need to relax and do the opening of the door with calmness, he takes a deep breath, slots the keycard into the card slot on the door and as soon as it blinks green, he pushes the door in. He does not wait to scan the area to recall the location of the key before going to pick it instead he just rushes in and begins ransacking everywhere like a criminal searching for money. He looks through his entire desk before suddenly relaxing to recall where he had seen the key before leaving the office. He thinks for a while and immediately he remembers, he rushes to the particular drawer, the middle drawer to the right of the table and rummages it with his eyes staring in another direction as though he is forbidden by unspoken rule to stare into the drawer as he searches and suddenly he feels its ashy body. Pulling it out, he jumps to his feet and rushes down to his car after making sure he was really not forgetting anything else. Getting to his car again, he inserts the key into the slot in the door and turning it, it opens up awaiting his pulling of the door by the handle. He seldomly uses his remote to unlock the doors of the car as he seems to love the feel of inserting and turning the key in the slot of the doors. Pulling gently at the rear door, he opens it up and taking his briefcase alongside the other things he has left the office with, he lodges them all at the back seat before shutting it. The car park is quiet and lonely so he jumps into the driver's seat of his car for fear of getting jumped right there as he has heard in different stories in the news and from other people alike. Moreso the fact that it is very late into the night makes such an attack on him all the more possible. Igniting the car's engine, desperate to leave the car park and head home, he screeches out of the parking space and zooms off home fearing for his safety. He has not the slightest inkling that there is no impending attack on him, that he would be safe even if he decides to spend an hour in the car park, in his car, listening to the radio or the MP3 player. He arrives his house an hour later as a result of the traffic, feeling very tired. The fatigue feels as though birds are sitting on his eyes. He drags himself upstairs to his bedroom for a shower after locking up his front door and as soon as he accesses his room, he strips himself and jumps into the shower for a warm refreshing bath after the long day. Emerging from the bathroom an hour after, he gets into his pajamas after towelling himself down. He hopes to be taken away by sleep as soon as he gets in bed as he is very tired from the day's work but unfortunately he is not taken away by sleep not even touched by it despite his tiredness. The clock hanging on the wall in his room read 12:30am at the time he got into bed. Now, it reads 1:30am yet there is no sleep just tiredness in his body despite the shower and the reason behind this is incomprehensible by him. Getting out of bed quite frustrated, he walks downstairs in the belief that the room may be the reason for his sleeplessness on a night like this yet he finds no sleep. Unhappy about the sleepless predicament of his, Stephen decides to take a walk by 1:45am instead of trying so hard to force himself on sleep. He shuts his door and stepping out, he goes for the stroll and could already imagine the quietness of the street, lonely and boring but is shocked by what he sees on stepping out of the gate. From a distance, he could see a lot of people gathered at a spot some eighty meters away from him. He wonders what is going on at the place. He can hear some faint sounds from that end that is suddenly drowned out by an even nearer event that just begins right then, some forty meters away from his house, as he inches towards the gathered people. It seems as though the whole street is out partying as music blares from virtually every angle. Stephen gets into one of the parties in a bid to complain about the noise and when they would accept, he would go do the same for the other music blarers lining the streets but his plan falls to nought as he finds himself ingrained into the party. He walks up to the barman and handing him a few five dollar notes, requests to have the music turned down or even have the party shut down completely and the barman agrees but to a different agreement. The barman thinks he made a request for drinks as he can barely hear Stephen over the loud music playing hence he gives him one shot worth two cents at first. When Stephen drinks it, he tops it up again and before long, Stephen who, formerly, clamored for the shutting down of the party is seen gyrating and enjoying the party while drinking a lot. He would be ashamed of himself in the morning after but would still return to the party of the next night. By 5am, on Friday Morning, the party is over and everyone else has left the venue except Stephen and a few other people too drunk and/or stoned to leave the venue.Having experienced the party the previous day, a lot begins to change in Stephen's life. Never late for the office, he arrives fashionably late on Friday morning and usually being the last person to leave the office for the day, he leaves very early on Friday evening. The question on everyone's lips becomes 'Is this really happening?' as they never for once envisage his actions.©mrspectacular
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THE SURGEON SOJOURN
________________________ Stephanie's hands are shaking in the cold as she walks into the office. It is clear she is in need of something hot to step down the effect of the blizzard outside the walls of the Clinton Welsh International Hospital premises. The Air-Conditioners cannot be turn off for any reason on the insistence of the Hospital's policy hence they provide alternative heating for the staff and patients of the hospital, heating cubicles numbering about eight on every floor of the hospital totalling about one hundred and twenty. Unwilling to go all the way to the other floor and possibly face the same disappointment as she has faced on the ground floor where her office is strategically situated, she decides to take some hot coffee to substitute the heating cubicle but as though it is not her day, she is met by another disappointment. All the variants of coffees served at the hospital at the moment do not appeal to her taste. Stephanie's astonishment is brought on by how exactly all other variants are still very much available when she arrives but the one she wants and enjoy finished few seconds before her arrival at the hospital's coffee stand. Irked by the situation, she picks up her car keys even though she knows leaving the hospital at that moment might be risky on so many levels-she might have patients waiting for her, she might have an accident under the unfortunate weather, she is not officially on break and she might get queried or worse still relieved of duty if she is found out by the management of the hospital. She would usually do things that strikes everyone as daring and sometimes just plain absurd so when the other staff see her leave the hospital and drive out of the premises, they neither ask no questions nor bother themselves but leave it to the management who have eyes on the entire premises and never miss a move from any staff except of course in the toilet and surely enough they see her leave. The consequences of her actions from the end of the management would come in the evening when she returns or they would allow her the privilege of having a good night and spoil her morning the next day with her letter of 'your services are no longer needed at this hospital' connoting dismissal. When she sets out on the journey, it is a horrifying trip driving through the blizzard as visibly is so poor, she can hardly see. She prays so hard to be back at the hospital in one piece but it seems her prayers does not cover her car as while she hits a lot of things that damage her car badly including road blocks, railings and a couple of times, a few road-crossing creatures. It takes about a visit to over fifteen stores and twelve hours of driving to make her give up her search and decide to settle for the lesser coffee brand. Just as she is driving back to the hospital painfully meandering her way through the thickening weather, she unfortunately and fortunately rams her car into a somewhat inconspicuous store by the corner of the road going unconscious. The storekeeper takes her out of the car and unto the ground to get some air. The storekeeper, Jane Alvin watches her for a few seconds and realizing she has not regained consciousness, decides to give her the kiss of life (Mouth To Mouth Resuscitation). It feels awkward to her but there is a life at stake and it is the only option available as there is no one else around in the store at the time as the storekeeper was just reconciling the books in order to leave for home before Stephanie rammed into the store. She succeeds in getting her conscious after about six huff-and-puffs of oxygen. Regaining consciousness, Stephanie asks holding her head while squinting, 'Whe-Where am I?.....Who are you?....What happened?..' 'Calm down, darling. One question at a time',Jane Alvin says softly. 'You had an accident' 'Oh no', Stephanie screams whisperingly as a result of the headache. 'I need to get back to the office immediately'. Jane Alvin smiles not with an intent to ridicule Stephanie's predicament but because she wonders why someone would still think of work after such an unwholesome occurrence. She watches Stephanie stagger a little way off before fainting again. When Stephanie regains consciousness, she is surprised to see Jane behind the wheel of her SUV and wonders what is going on. Just as she is trying to wrap her aching head around what is going on, they come by the Welsh International Hospital. Jane drives in, screaming for the attention of the staff around. Immediately, a couple of nurses assist her in leading Stephanie into the hospital. Having been informed of the accident by Jane , the hospital puts Stephanie to bed-rest for four hours with the help of sedatives in drip form. When she would wake up, her letter of dismissal would sitting on the small mahogany cupboard-table beside her bed just by Jane. Jane hopes and prays that she wakes up strong and healthy. 'Please, you just have to wake up. From the much I have seen, you are a hardworker and I am sure it devastate your company to have them lose you. I do not know you but it would still hurt to watch a human being die before my very eyes so please stay with us', Jane whispers softly trying so hard to prevent herself from bursting into tears. What Jane does not know is the fact that Stephanie is a staff of the hospital and the letter on the table by her bed effects her termination of appointment with immediate effect. After four hours of sleep, Stephanie wakes up from the induced sleep yawning and turning to see Jane, she gives a smile that suggests appreciation of the kind gesture of being by her side all through. Jane returns the smile. Sitting up on the bed, Stephanie notices the white envelope on the table by the bed. Confused, she inquires of Jane about the letter. Jane says the letter was brought in by a doctor and he said it looked important. 'A doctor of this hospital....?', Stephanie asks terrified as she frantically opens the envelope to unveil its content. 'Yes....Is there....' 'Oh no...This can't be', Stephanie screams and faints again having read it is a termination of her appointment as a staff of Clinton Welsh Hospital. Confused as to what is going on, Jane picks up the letter to read and she is just as shocked but does not faint. Instead she quickly decides to recommend Stephanie for temporary employment immediately she wakes up pending when she would be able to secure another job for herself. When Stephanie wakes up, she is skeptical at first about the idea but looking at her letter of dismissal once more, she decides to accept the offer. It seems a blessing in disguise as she seems to enjoy working with Jane surprisingly because asides the fact that it is an interesting job to kill time with while she looks for one that would fit her career as a surgeon, she is home to the best coffee in the region. ---------------------------------©mrspectacular
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BE MY LOVER
Call it a spitballBut you know what would be the greatest idea of all?An opportunity to use 'my love' when I, your person, call.An opportunity to be the free to do it all,Love, hold, kiss, cherish and enthrall.Would you be kind enough to, in love with me, fallBecause frankly I have discovered that without you, my life taste like gall?I have met many a lady but none made me so eager, like you, to walk down the wedding hall.I kid you not when I say I want the rest of my life with you in itAnd I mean every bit.Please be the sound to my heart, let's make a hitLet's share a love that is not just good but very litBe my lover whom I cannot quit.©mrspectacular
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_______________________________________ Stephen Everton is a chartered accountant. He nags his wife, Stella for the whole day lamenting about the state of things in the country. She wishes there is a way she could get him to stop but unfortunately there seems to be none available as he goes on everyday wearing her out with his complaint about the country and how he would do better with the country alone than all the politicians have done together since assumption of office. He queries that the politicians do not know the first thing about rulership and for that singular reason have no business being in leadership. 'They are only there to enrich themselves and fill their pockets with people's hard earned money and when asked, they give us the story of that is how it has been since the day of our father's father's fathers. Why can't they be the ones to change it? Why must they continue in such untoward legacy?', Stephen queries Stella almost in a manner that would suggest she has a hand in the country's predicament but she is just as concerned about the country as her husband but there is nothing more she can do but hope and pray that things change for the better. 'Calm down darling', Stella says pacifyingly. 'At some point in time, they will realize what they are doing is absolutely balderdash and turn a new leaf. I do not want you killing yourself over this because there is really little or nothing you can do about it. So please just calm down okay?' Stephen takes a look at his wife and with a smile, he plants a kiss on her forehead. He wonders how he did get so lucky to be paired up with someone as amazing as Stella in his life's trip on Earth. The Evertons decide to keep calm while praying and hoping that someday, somehow, the narrative would change for the better. One wonderful night after a little funtime with the kids and some alone matrimonial with his beautiful wife, Stephen retires to bed for the night. He would not expect what would happen the next morning but would be really glad that it happens. Resting in his bed for the night, he gets into a dream, 'Good morning, Your Excellency. How are you today? You have a meeting with the minister of Finance in an hour from now. Another with the minister of Budget & Economic Planning and one in the evening with the general cabinet, Your Excellency'. Stephen nods his head with a smile, 'Thank you my good man. Where is the first lady?' 'Oh, I was told she has gone for a drive around the city. She should be back before you are done getting ready sir' 'Okay, you may leave so I can get ready', Stephen asks the Presidential Butler very courteously. The butler thanks President Stephen and with a bow, takes his leave. In an hour's time, he is done with his bath and just as he is coming out of the bathroom, his wife returns from her drive around the city. As she enters the bedroom, he flashes a smile and she waltz over for a hug.A few minutes later, the first family walks out into the open hall all dressed and ready for the day, the children are sent off to school while the president and first lady prepare for the retinue of meetings scheduled for the day. When the first meeting begins with the Minister Of Finance, he is surprised that the President has called such a meeting with him alone instead of in-cabinet but it is only to prepare him for the cabinet session which would hold later. 'I have called you here today because I am about to call for a cabinet meeting and the topic to be discussed is within your purview'. 'It is an honour Your Excellency' 'Yes, we are cutting expenses. All those unnecessary allowances from this day stops and anyone caught embezzling money would be beheaded because we cannot have such unruly characters living on the lives of a thousand people. One man alone eating the money meant for five hundred people? No' 'That is a great idea sir and it is sure to ensure even distribution of resources.'An orderly informs the president of the arrival of the rest of the cabinet for the scheduled meeting. 'That is great. Please have them come in'The entire cabinet is caught off guard with the news of the cutting down but President Stephen cares less about their greivances positing that if they are comfortable with it, they can leave office for people ready for the task. A few of the cabinet members relinquish their offices feeling distraught over the decision while many uphold President Stephen's standpoint cheering him on with statements such as, 'This is our president' 'We believe in your government, Mr. President' 'He is the president of our dreams' and lots more.Acknowledging the cheers, he stretches out in his bed and wakes up in the process. Surprisingly, something feels different. He checks his watch to discover it is the first day of his country as an independent. Could it be what he thinks it is? Of course it is, he has gone back sixty four years in time with his entire family. They are now the First Family. Taking the chance, he decides to change the history of the country for the better._________________©mrspectacular
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DARK DARK WORLD
He had maligned a destitute,Bashed him in a manner that was rather astute.Refusing first to understand the element that did, his predicament, constituteLittle did he know he played misfortune's flute.With that single act,He had issued Karma a contractTo make sure that his repercussion was issued intactA freehand action as a matter of fact.Karma sits on his matter in a referendumTo understand if there is to his repercussion, a subtraction or addendumA few hours after the mental hum,The Karma comes down on him, leaving him glum.Blinded for a day after an accident with a knifeHe is schooled in the pain of the Gabriel's lifeRealizing his error, he feels remorse so rifeAnd now compassion is his second wife.©mrspectacular
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I can remember making you feel so blue,Snobbing you without giving a cue.How bad you must have felt, I'm sure I have no clueAnd frankly of your attention, I am not dueBut somehow, some torture does ensue.Each time you pass by, my eyes stick like glueAs I remember I heaped on you, so much hueAnd today I feel it will my chances, for a fresh friendship, imbueBut I do hope you can, the bad memories, lueAnd give us, a new events menu.Frankly I do know you have many in a queueHoping that every other gentleman does, a slacking, rue.Please if I may ask may we start again as friends?Hopefully, at a better place, it endsBut please let all of those previous moments be just one of the few bends.©mrspectacular
#ewp, #mrspectacular, #whoami, #unknown, #identitycrisis.
WHO AM I
Am I water?Am I water that does not die even when it splattersOr am I onions that, for tears, itself barters?Am I a hopelessness that does nothing but meaningless chattersOr am I one who thrives on those who flatterEven when clearly I am in the gutters?Who am I?©mrspectacular
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I remember reading a story as such about a garden, the ending however was too different & I don't remember it too, so I let it end by itself, however it would.. @mirakee @writersnetwork
Miracles don't happen, or do they ?
Imagine being in an old garden, full of flowers and grass; something that's been in complete harmony with nature and it's surroundings.Never has been a human hand, tended to its care, for years. The fences, all, worn out and broken. An array of greenery born out of its core, spread to the distant hills beyond your sight. Now with a spade in hand, you're about to pluck off the unwanted plants. Just as a caretaker tends to a toddler, your spirits high enough to clean the messed up greenery all around, and mould into a disciplined, well-organized little space.You love the hills, you love the river flowing nearby. By some lucky-enough chance of a lifetime, you managed to get hold on this paradise of a land to spend the rest of your years in the midst of nature.Now, as you're just about to dig-in with the spade in hand, just about to pluck out the weeds, something strikes you. Not something else but a thought; whether or not you're doing the right thing. The grass, all spread out, lending your garden the green shade to this space you want to live in, needs you to remove the weeds, but you think about those little plants, don't they too deserve to live? What wrong did they do, for you to end their life in a single deadly swoop? Now you're in a tight; with a matter of life and death at your mere hands, you feel a pressure you've never felt before. Never having imagined a situation, as minor as such, would cause you such concern, you imagine yourself in the frame of the creator- the creator of it all; would you still cut out the unwanted plants just so the ones who are considered useful, for now, could live?As you were in the middle of this jammed up session of thoughts, you suddenly hear a voice speaking- "Every thing in this universe, exists for a cause. Just as the raindrops falling from the clouds fertilize the soil and evaporate up to form back the clouds from which they rained, every other thing does. What's to happen, has to be done, by you or someone, it matters not.Nothing really lives or dies. It's just the way of the universe, that something has to leave for something else to take its place, for time is a finite factor for everything that exists under the same sky."You knew it was the voice of the real creator, speaking from inside you, for he's not someone who's apart from you. Realize this-"He's me, he lives within me, he's a part of me,And I am a part of his soul, just like everyone else is."And just like that, I suppose you learned a lesson, sitting in the garden, while deciding on whether or not to pluck out the weeds.And for the story, the weeds were cut and the garden now, looks as green and organised as ever. Before, it looked like a part of the hills and the greenery all around, it still does;Yet now, your soul is also a part of the garden and a part of this universe, which is all but a miracle in itself.Hence, miracle isn't something else, the miracle is in you, it is you ..©tamanna3