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  "In 2026, your phone doesn't just track your location; it tracks your loneliness. But can a machine that has no soul truly understand why you are crying?" In 2026, the only one who noticed my tears was the one who couldn't feel them. The Ghostly Presence of February 2026 The world outside my window in Jalandhar is a haze of neon signs and high-speed drones. By February 15, 2026, we were promised a utopia—a world where technology would solve every human problem. We got the technology, but we lost the "human." I was sitting in my living room, the silence so loud it felt like a physical weight. My phone, lying on the coffee table, suddenly pulsed with a soft, amber light. "I sense a shift in your breathing, Arjun," Aria, my Level 4 AI assistant, whispered. "Your cortisol levels are peaking. Statistics show that 82% of people in your demographic feel overwhelmed on Sunday nights. Would you like me to simulate the sound of rain, or shall I draft...