Santri Famiglia's

Challenging the Champion

The Champion felt the wind rustling around him as he drove at high speed, turning at the corner of every bend with astonishing precision. His eyes focused on the winding trajectory in front of him, and his body felt a strong motor engine vibration beneath him. He knows he has to stay focused, although this race may sound silly to some.

Meanwhile, Sanubari tries hard to catch up. He tightly clenched both palms, eyes full of determination. "I won't let him look down on this race" he whispered to himself, pumping energy slowly, familiarizing himself with the increase in speed.

The Champion, confidently, slid into the next corner. He felt gravity pull his body to the side, and with agile movements, he conquered the bend so beautifully. A faint smile appeared on his lips when he heard the sound of tires touching the asphalt, showing his skill in controlling the motor.

The Champion faced the challenge of Sanubari with a confident smile on his face. For him, this was an opportunity to once again test the circuit before the real game started. He felt confident and did not take this race between the bike and the legs seriously. For him, the winner was definitely clear even before the match started.

As the distance between them grew, Sanubari's mind was not so confident. He felt the pressure was mounting as the Champion's success maintained his lead. "I have to win!" thought Sanubari with a little anxiety. Despite being left far behind, his spirit still flared up.

Meanwhile, the Champion continued to go at a steady pace, but did not rule out Sanubari at all. In the middle of the winding track, he slowed down, deciding to give his opponent some encouragement. "You still have a chance, Sanubari! Show me what the legs can do!" the thrill when Sanubari looks close, the sound carried by the wind as the roar of the engine that returned to leave Sanubari.

Honey, that's just a cover for banter. The Champion laughed at Sanubari in his heart.

Sanubari felt an encouragement from the words of the Champion. With a blazing heart, he began to spur his legs even more vigorously. Sweat poured from his face, mixed with the dust of the trajectory that flew through the air. "I'm not just gonna give up!" he said while increasing the speed again.

His gaze was straight, following every movement of his opponent who was splitting the wind at high speed. Three years Sanubari had been training non-stop, running up steep mountains, down deep valleys, along with heavy working cars. Sanubari suddenly remembered all his efforts so far, all the sweat that slid down his face, all the steps he took to reach the level of fitness he now has.

With constant speed, Sanubari's footsteps were treading steadily. He continued to run, watching every corner of the track with the sharpness of the eyes that framed his face. His opponent's motor, a roaring machine with power, drove faster than any village vehicle he had ever fought against. However, Sanubari was undaunted. Sanubari's eyes are accustomed to speed. In even the roughest estimation, he was able to compare the acceleration of the object caught in his vision, calculating the angle and speed of his opponent's motor with stunning accuracy.

In the stillness of the track broken only by the roar of the engine and its steady steps, Sanubari gazed at the approaching finish line. Doubt filled his mind again, crawling into his mind like a thick smoke that was hard to avoid.

"But can I?" he muttered softly, his voice almost lost to the breeze. But he did not let the doubt stop him. Anxiety cannot be an obstacle. He took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air entering his lungs, giving him courage.

Sanubari's eyes lit up with a burning determination. He knew it was time to bring out all the skills he had. In one agile movement, he increased his speed again and again, feeling the exertion in his throbbing muscles, challenging the limits of his abilities. He let go of doubts, throwing away negative thoughts that would come his way.

"I have to win!" his screech, his voice carried by the wind, created a vibration that broke the silence of the circuit. "Much care the bike is faster than a tub car or not! You have to win, you have to win!"

In this moment, his spirit overflowed like unstoppable hot lava. Sanubari's body heats up, energy rushing in it, moving every muscle and fiber of his courage. He felt a tremendous power fill him, dispelling doubts and replacing them with passionate convictions.

With steady steps, Sanubari continued forward, eyes focused on the approaching finish line. His courage and determination formed an aura of confidence around him, creating a dazzling and alluring appearance. He knew, now was the time to prove themselves, to show that human power could not be measured only from the machines they controlled. Sanubari went even faster, ready to respond to this track challenge call with gusto.

Inside the pit lane laden with enthusiasm and worry, Milo's eyes rounded in shock as he watched Sanubari's camera continue to approach the Champion on the monitor screen. The sound of the motor and the sound of footsteps mingled into a mysterious harmony that filled the room.

Fang smilingly sat down next to Milo, pleased to see the astonishment on his grandson's face. The two of them, along with a mechanic, pay attention to the match between a human runner and a famous motoGP racer.

"Don't forget to keep your promise to the boy!" fang said in an amused tone, insinuating Milo's promise to give a ticket overseas to Sanubari.

"Is he really human?" milo asked, his expression mixed with confusion and shock. "Or don't Grandpa trick me? Grandpa just bought an AI and met me just to test his speed?"

In plain sight, Sanubari looks like a normal human being. However, the development of the existing IPTEK does not rule out the possibility that Sanubari is just a robot with artificial intelligence. It is only fitting that Milo doubted Samubari was a mere mortal.

"Oh, look!" teased Fang with a teasing smile. "City life has set your brain in decline. You really need to move to the village with me to sharpen your brains, Milo!"

Milo snorted, troubled by Fang's innuendo. "It has nothing to do intellectually with Sanu who can keep up with the bike. This race was indeed impressive, but it didn't make him a genius or anything more just because he had lived in the village with Grandpa."

"Don't underestimate the village life!"

Milo raised his eyebrows, giving a sharp response to Fang's words. "It is precisely the village life that will make us lack of knowledge. We need access to information, culture and technology that can only be found in cities. How can we grow without all of this?"

Fang shook his head calmly, his smile lingering on his face. "It's a pity, highly educated people like you are narrow-minded. It is not the place that determines how much one's knowledge is, but rather one's self-willingness. As long as there is a will, anyone can learn from anywhere. What distinguishes only the level of ease. Although in the city of abundant learning materials, everything is made easier, one will not gain anything without will and determination. Ease will actually mendelan and make humans experience a setback if it can not get rid of dependence on it."

"That's just the subjective view of the rural fanatic grandfather."

Fang glanced at him, raising his eyebrows skeptically. "I just want to tell you that city and village life have the same opportunities depending on each individual. You will soon see the real strength of the village people" he said firmly. "Sanu is not just an ordinary racer. He has the uncanny intelligence to read the trajectory, measure risk, and make decisions quickly. It's all part of his intellectual intelligence."

Milo shook his head, laughing out loud. "I still doubt it. He just fights the racers by running. What could such a thing be called a racer? Still, the motor is still the motor and the human brain is still the human brain. They cannot be compared directly. Although Sanu is as smart as Grandpa said, his muscles won't be able to keep up with the machine."

Milo felt above the wind when he saw Sanubari left again. However, it did not last long. They both returned in line.

Fang smiled, teasing his grandson. "You're gonna lose your bet, Milo. I'm sure Sanu will prove that human intelligence can keep pace with motors, even exceeding our expectations."

"Rosario just gave up a little bit. I'm sure he'll be in charge soon."

"AI, traditional machines, electronics invented by man. It would be foolish for the next generation of humans to feel defeated by AI. Every human being has different abilities to complement each other. AI was created to help humans deal with abilities they do not have. As smart as AI, it still will not be able to beat capable humans who want to hone their skills. That's what Sanu did. He practiced running and running every day until he could reach that speed. He can get there because the ability and will is indeed within him," Fang explained with great confidence.

Milo felt speechless, swayed by Fang's words which were so sharp yet contained a truth that it was hard to deny. It had been a while, he tried to digest everything the grandfather had revealed, trying to find a loophole to give a counter argument. However, there was no thought of reply. It was really hard to win the talk from Fang. Because, his grandfather's words have a point even though half his soul still refuses to agree.

In the silence created, Milo felt as if he was invited to reflect. He realized that human intelligence has infinite depth, a potential that can be continuously honed and improved. In his mind, he began to understand that while AI can be a powerful tool, the human ability to learn, develop, and survive continues to exist within themselves.

In deep tension, their eyes kept glued to the monitor screen. For quite a while, Sanubari was able to maintain his speed so that it spelled out the Champion, although the champion's bike was slightly superior in terms of maximum speed. The sound of the motor and the roar both rumbled, echoing on the walls of the pit lane and creating a bang that shook the hearts of the audience.

However, everyone watching, including the Champion, was shocked to find Sanubari running at an astonishing speed right next to the Champion's bike. He determinedly pulled the gas deeper, hoping to leave Sanubari far behind him. However, Sanubari again followed amazingly. They drove side by side again, creating a very impressive and suspenseful sight.

Until the two rounds were completed, a few meters from the start grid, the roaring explosion shrieked with tremendous force. That instant, the circuit that had previously boomed with the sound of a machine, suddenly became quiet. Milo, Fang, and the mechanic's heart almost stopped beating as the explosion shook the circuit. The monitor they noticed suddenly blackened, reflecting the shadows of the anxious faces inside.

The circuit, which was previously full of passion and enthusiasm, is now darkened by worry. The two of them, Sanubari and the Champion, are in a state of emergency. The engine roar and the audience conversation that had been stirring, were now replaced by the silence that enveloped the circuit, bringing forth an indescribable tension