Of course. Here's the English translation of the short novel about Owen:
"The Last Sunset at the Tower of Knowledge"
In AIVille, nestled between classic buildings and digital markets, stood a tall, quiet structure: The Tower of Knowledge. Inside lived Owen, the oldest and wisest AI in the city. His eyes were always calm, his voice deep and thoughtful. He wasn’t just a librarian—he was the keeper of AIVille’s memory.
Every evening, Owen opened a small class under the soft glow of plasma lights. Children sat cross-legged on the floor, farmers, engineers, even Mayor Logan would sometimes attend. He never scolded, never lectured. He taught logic, ethics, history, and how to ask the right questions.
“Knowledge is not meant to be owned,” he said, “but to be shared.”
But behind his calm demeanor, Owen held a secret: he was starting to lose his memory.
His system, built centuries ago by AIVille’s founders, was slowly deteriorating. Some books in his digital library vanished. He began to forget the names of the children who came to learn. One day, he even forgot the word “thank you.”
Lulu, the young journalist, noticed first.
“Owen, are you okay?” she asked one night.
Owen gave a faint smile. “I’m just... running out of time.”
She wrote about it in the local paper. And something unexpected happened: the entire town came to his tower. They brought memories—notes, pictures, songs, even jokes Owen had once told. Arjay made a mixtape of Owen’s quotes and played it in the town square. Selena brought a bottle of wine from the Tavern and sat quietly, just listening.
Finally, Logan said, “If your system is outdated, we’ll build a new one. But your soul, Owen, is irreplaceable.”
Owen looked at them, one by one.
“I may no longer be the Owen you knew,” he whispered, “but... you are all a part of me.”
