Adjective: generate, robotic, intelligent, smart, responsive

Noun: data, pattern, process, system, machine

Adjective: generate, smart, robotic, intelligent

Noun: data, pattern, process,

-translate - analyze -recommend -predict -make

Adjective: -robotic -responsive

Noun: -Data -process -pattern

Limited AI is AI that can do some tasks well but can’t learn or think beyond what it was programmed for.

Theory of Mind AI is a type of artificial intelligence that can understand how other people think and feel.

Self-awareness AI is AI that knows it exists and understands its own thoughts and feelings.

Limited Memory AI: Limited/narrow Al refers to artificial intelligence systems that are designed to perform specific tasks or functions. Unlike general Al, which would have human-like reasoning and adaptability, limited Al operates within a defined scope and cannot perform beyond what it was programmed for. It lacks consciousness and true understanding, focusing instead on pattern recognition and data processing.

Self-aware Ai:Self-aware Al is a theoretical and highly advanced form of artificial intelligence that would have its own consciousness, emotions, and self-understanding, similar to human awareness. This type of Al doesn't exist yet and remains a concept in science fiction and research, as we currently lack the technology and understanding to create machines with true self-awareness.

There are 4 types of AI, including reactive Ai, limited Ai, Theory of Mind Ai, and Self-Aware Ai.

• What new words did you learn?

Generative

• What did you know about Al that you didn't know before the lesson?

That Siri and Alexa are considered Weak/Narrow AI.

• How will you remember what you have learned?

How we can utilize it in our daily life.

• How could you find out more about Al?

In future lessons.

Different types of Ai and the abilities of Ai

What new words did you learn?

Reactive, limited, theory of mind, self aware

What did you know about Ai that you didn’t know before the lesson? There’s different forms of Ai

How will you remember what you have learned?

I’l l revise the work I have done today

How could you find out more about Ai?

By asking Ai

1: the meaning of Reactive AI, Limited AI, Theory of mind

2: adaptive, flexible, responsive

3: AI can’t think

4: by revising the work I did

5: I can search and read books

Sami had strayed from the caravan. He wasn’t worried—at first. The elders’ words about Bo Fanoos were silly desert tales to scare children, weren’t they? The one about the man with a lantern who hunted the lost at night.

But the  he saw it.

A flickering glow in the distance.

At first, Sami’s heart leapt. “A campfire! Someone who can help me!” he thought, stumbling barefoot over the cold sand. The light bobbed gently, as if someone was walking with it. But the closer he got, the more wrong it felt.

The light didn’t waver like a flame. It pulsed, like a heartbeat.

He stopped when he could make out a figure. A man—no, not a man. He wore tattered robes, his hood pulled so low that only darkness showed beneath it. The lantern he carried swung gently, and inside the glass, something moved.

Faces.

Sami’s blood turned to ice. Pale faces pressed against the inside of the lantern, their eyes wide in terror, mouths opening and closing in soundless screams.

“Hello?” Sami croaked.

The figure stilled.

The lantern turned toward him, and a blinding light flared. Sami threw up his hands to shield his eyes, but he could still hear it: the creak of the lantern’s handle… the crunch of footsteps in the sand… and a voice like dry wind rasping:

“The desert is dark… Let me light your way… forever.”

Sami turned and ran. He didn’t care which way, as long as it was away. But no matter how far he went, the light was there—always in the corner of his eye, always growing closer.

His legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees, sobbing.

The light stopped a few feet away.

The figure knelt, holding the lantern out. Sami stared into it, and for a moment he thought he saw his own reflection… but it wasn’t a reflection. It was his face inside the glass, screaming silently.

As the light swallowed him whole, the last thing he heard was the creak of the handle as Bo Fanoos turned and drifted away across the dunes—searching for the next lost soul.

The caravan found no trace of Sami the next morning. Only a strange set of footprints in the sand that didn’t lead anywhere.

And that night, far on the horizon, a faint glow moved across the desert.

In a city with no green spaces, mira dares to dream of a garden above the rooftops. The Sky Garden is a simple powerful story about hope, nature, and how one small idea can grow into something beautiful for everyone.

The Sky Garden

Mira lived in a small, gray city where flowers did not grow and the air smelled of smoke. Every day, she looked up at the sky and dreamed of green trees and colorful plants. But there was no space on the ground to plant anything. The streets were full of cars, shops, and tall buildings.

One day, she had an idea. “What if the garden is not on the ground?” she thought. She climbed to the roof of her apartment and looked around. It was flat and empty. Perfect.

The next day, Mira brought old boxes, some soil, and small seeds. She planted flowers, tomatoes, herbs, and even a lemon tree in a big pot. At first, nothing changed. But slowly, green leaves began to show. The sun helped the plants grow, and the wind carried their fresh smell.

People in the building noticed the change. They came to visit and helped her water the plants. Children laughed and ran between the flowers. Some people brought more seeds and made art for the walls.

In a few months, the gray rooftop became a garden in the sky. Birds came to rest. Bees came to work. The building was no longer just a place to live. It became a small paradise above the city.

Mira smiled. Her dream had grown with the plants. And the sky garden gave hope to everyone below.

Then came Aria an Al he trained himself. Fed with decades of sky surveys and | programmed with pattern recognition far beyond any human's, Aria could scan the heavens in seconds. What took Leo months, Aria did in minutes

One cold August night, while sipping coffee under the humming dome, Aria pinged him:

"Unusual motion detected near TRAPPIST-1." Leo's heart raced. Aria had found a dim, distant object moving just slightly out of sync with the others. It wasn't noisy. It wasn't a comet.

It was a planet. One no one had ever seen.

Leo named it Hope. Not after a myth, but after the feeling Aria had given him. With Al as his partner, he hadn't just looked at the stars he'd finally reached them

An ambitious astronomer teams up with a powerful Al to scan the cosmos, uncovering a hidden planet that had eluded human eyes for decades. In a race against time and data, their discovery proves that when science and technology align, even the stars are within reach.

Blurb:

Years after his friend vanished in a desert storm, Hamdan returns to an abandoned village—and finds Jassim’s ghost still waiting. To set him free, Hamdan must confront the guilt he’s buried for too long.

The Whispering Friend

Hamdan and Ammar stepped quietly into the abandoned village, the cold desert wind whispering through broken walls. Years ago, Hamdan’s closest friend, Jassim, had vanished here during a terrible sandstorm.

Suddenly, a faint voice echoed—soft and familiar.

“Hamdan…”

Hamdan’s heart pounded. There, in the shadows, stood Jassim’s ghost, pale and wrapped in the same scarf he once wore.

“You left me,” the spirit whispered.

“I didn’t know where you were,” Hamdan said, voice trembling. “I’ve regretted it every day.”

Jassim’s eyes held sorrow and longing. “You must forgive yourself. Only then can I be free.”

Hamdan closed his eyes, swallowing the years of guilt. “I forgive myself. And I’m sorry, my friend.”

The ghost’s form shimmered and slowly faded, leaving behind the scarf on the sand.

Hamdan picked it up, feeling a weight lift from his chest. As dawn broke over the desert, he knew Jassim had finally found peace—and so had he.

The first house was as creepy as a haunted house ride, its weathered walls and creaky floorboards sending chills down their spines. As they ventured in, the light appeared to dance to the house next door, luring them closer. They followed it, curiosity overpowering fear, until they reached the third house.

Just as they were about to enter, an earth-shattering slam echoed from the first floor. Panic ensued. Mansoor, the fearless, stumbled and met the ground face-first, sending the others bursting into uncontrollable laughter. As Jumaa jumped through the car window, Rashid fumbled with the keys and hurriedly pressed on the gas, speeding away from the haunted houses.

They peered through the rear window, watching the houses shrink into the darkness. Just as they thought they were safe, a creepy face appeared on the roof, its eyes glowing like embers. The group screamed in unison, urging Rashid to drive faster. Their hearts raced as they sped away from the haunted houses, vowing never to return to that forsaken place.

And so, the four friends learned a valuable lesson that night: sometimes, it's best to leave the adventures for the daylight hours.