All Chapters of BLUE TALE (The Series): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning was quieter than usual. The house was out of potential, no-cucumber cooking cooks and Rose was out.Emerson leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was eerie. It gnawed at him, drawing his focus back to the living room, where Porsche sat still as a statue on the sofa.He hadn’t moved since last night’s debacle.A part of Emerson hoped Porsche had powered down, that maybe the robot’s system was resetting itself. Another part—a darker, nagging one—felt uneasy. Porsche wasn’t just a machine. He wasn’t like the gadgets Emerson had seen or used before.This was different.“You’re burning your eggs,” Emerson flinched, his spatula clattering against the pan. He turned to find Porsche standing in the doorway with hands folded neatly behind his back. His expression was neutral, but something in his posture felt… hot. ‘Who taught him that fucking posture. It's hot,” Emerson thought.“Don’t sneak up on

Darkness. It was all Raven could see, all he could feel, as if the world had collapsed into a void. There was no ground beneath him, no air to breathe, yet he was suffocating. The whispers came first, though faint like it's on the edge of his consciousness and they were in languages he didn’t know, had never heard. They weren’t voices from one direction—they surrounded him, pressed against his ears, whispered right beside him, and roared from some unreachable distance all at once.“…kalogeros…”He tried to speak, to scream, but his throat betrayed him. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony, weaving words he couldn’t grasp. Panic clawed at him, yet he was frozen, unable to escape the weight of their unseen presence.Then, light. Blinding, searing white light.It burned through the void, slamming down upon him like a judgment. He was no longer floating. His body lay on a bed—too sterile, too white. His arms and legs were stretched out, bound by straps that bit into his skin. He could

Emerson exited his sleek black car with his phone pressed to his ear as he strode up the stone pathway to his house. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, but Emerson’s focus was elsewhere.“Raven,” he said, his tone a mix of irritation and amusement. “I’ve heard you, okay? You don’t have to banter about everything.”From the other end of the line came Raven’s voice, sharp and teasing. “Oh, sure, but you did accept the video game I sent you. Why? You hate my recommendations.”“I accepted it because I want to test it,” Emerson replied, reaching the door handle. He stepped inside and the sweet scent of his favourite air freshener welcomed him. “If it’s like every other boring, run-of-the-mill video game you’ve tried to shove down my throat, I’ll definitely reject it.”Raven snorted. “Boring? We’ll see about that.” “Anyway, how’s your mom? You saw her the other day, right?” Emerson asked.“Yes, yes, I did.”“Good.” Raven's tone turned sly. “But let’s talk about

“Sit still,” Emerson muttered, fiddling with the phone in Porsche’s hand. They were perched on his room couch. His brows furrowed in concentration as he swiped and tapped, setting up the device.“This… thing is frustrating,” Porsche commented, his voice a mixture of awe and impatience. “How do humans manage to function with such a contraption?”Emerson rolled his eyes. “It’s not rocket science, Porsche. Just a little patience and a lot of tapping. See?” He turned the screen to show the sleek interface of the phone. “This is the main menu. You tap here for messages, here for calls, and here…” He pressed a camera icon, and the screen switched to a live feed of their faces. “....for pictures.”Posh leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. “Pictures.”Emerson sighed, swiping at the screen as if it might bite. He’d bought it for Porsche, yet here he was, setting it up like a tech support guy on a slow day.“You’d think a high-functioning AI could do this on his own,” he muttered, glancing at P

Time was slipping away unnoticed. Has it been minutes past? Hours? Emerson for sure, couldn't tell. Hallelujah, there were no disturbances and the room was silent. Well, that's if the faint hum of the air conditioning is to be ignored. But his mind was anything but calm.He leaned forward in the chair with his body turned slightly away from the oak desk. His hands moved rhythmically; through his hair, down his face and to his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as if the pressure could force clarity into his thoughts.“He's still not answering my phone calls. Why? Just why? Why aren't you picking up, Stupid Raven!?” Raven has always been a fortress of some crucial secrets, but Emerson had learned to see through the cracks. There was always something weighing on him and of recent, it seemed... heavyA faint click jolted Emerson from his thoughts. It was the door to this study. Opening. Emerson didn't lift his head. His eyes remained closed as he exhaled heavily.“I need some qui