This summer, Netflix UK released a big show, KAOS, which is a modern take on Greek mythology, with Jeff Goldblum leading the cast. Fans were wondering if there would be a second season, but sadly, the show has been canceled after just one season. This news came from an Instagram post by one of the stars, which was later deleted.
Netflix has been clever recently with naming first seasons, not including season numbers, but KAOS was definitely meant to have more than one season. If you’ve watched episode 8, you probably noticed how it was setting up for future seasons. However, the show has ended.
Officially, KAOS has been canceled.
As of October 7th, it’s confirmed that Netflix won’t continue the show. The news came from one of the stars, Aurora Perrineau, who shared it on Instagram, but the post has since been deleted.
“Well, this one really hurts.
It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling, but I’ll give it a try.
When I started auditioning for this show, I knew it was special. Charlie Covell’s scripts connected with me in a way most things didn’t. I felt like I knew all of these characters, and I loved every part of them—their flaws and everything.
For one of the first times in my life, I’m really proud. I’m proud of everyone’s hard work and dedication to the project. They gave it their all. But I’m also proud of myself, which is something I’ve struggled with.
When I got cast, I was shocked that someone actually saw me. As a minority and a survivor of sexual assault, I couldn’t believe someone thought I could be one of the lead characters. I had my own storyline, my own goals, and was seen as desirable, even having two love interests. I was worthy of that? This whole experience really changed how I see myself.”
The show’s cancellation wasn’t officially announced, but when a fan asked the actress if the show had ended, she replied, “Sadly, yes.” (Thanks to kitsch-zip for the info.)
The creator of KAOS, Charlie Covell, mentioned that she would love to do more seasons in the future. In an interview with Cosmopolitan, she said, “Anything is possible,” and shared that her original plan was to have three seasons. She has many ideas for where the show could go.
Covell also said that even if the show doesn’t get renewed, season one can still be enjoyed on its own. She explained that she didn’t want the season to end with a big cliffhanger and hopes viewers find it satisfying. However, she would love to work with the same actors and team again, calling the experience a dream come true.
why was KAOS canceled?
When it comes to renewing a show, viewership is the most important factor. No amount of marketing can make people start watching or keep them watching until the end. That’s how we’ve been able to predict some major cancelations before, and based on early numbers, things aren’t looking great for KAOS.
Looking at Netflix’s global weekly top 10, KAOS was in the top 10 for the first four weeks it was eligible, with 98.9 million hours watched, which equals about 14.9 million views.
In week four, Netflix changed KAOS from being called KAOS: Season 1 to KAOS: N/A, which suggests it’s now considered a limited series.
Comparing its performance in week three with other Netflix shows that debuted in 2024, KAOS is falling behind some of the biggest-budget shows in the charts by week three.
Let’s compare how KAOS performed week-to-week with some shows that have been renewed, like Supacell, The Gentlemen, and My Life with the Walter Boys, and others that got canceled, like Dead Boy Detectives and Obliterated. So far, KAOS is falling behind compared to these shows.
In the final episode of season 1 of KAOS, things are shifting against Zeus, who seems to be losing his power. His vision of himself bleeding comes true, and a water feature symbolizing his strength collapses.
Here’s a quick recap of where the key characters are: Prometheus is no longer under Zeus’s control and now sits on the throne in Olympus. Riddy, who spent much of the season in the Underworld, has returned to Earth and met Cassandra, who tells her she’s now a prophet and needs to go to Ari to “set the living free.”
Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Caeneus is given the power to renew souls, surprising Hades. He’s also tasked with setting the dead free.
Ari, having fulfilled her father’s prophecy, is now in charge of Krete. She tells her mother she won’t rule for the Gods. Instead, she strikes a deal with the Trojans to rebuild Troy and destroy Olympus. The season wraps up with Dionysus outside the palace, and Hera making a call to gather troops and prepare for battle.
What happens next is only known by Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho. But it looks like there will be more efforts against Zeus, as Olympus is becoming more unstable. Since Zeus is weakened, Hades will likely lose control of the Underworld, which he warned about earlier in the season. If that happens, everything could fall apart.
Disabled Homeless Man Gave His Wheelchair to a Poor Boy Who Couldn’t Walk – 5 Years Later, the Boy Found Him to Repay His Kindness
A homeless, disabled flutist sacrifices his only lifeline — his wheelchair — for an 8-year-old boy who can’t walk, lying to hide his pain. Five years later, the boy returns, walking tall, with a gift that will change everything.
I was playing in my usual spot in the city square when I first met the boy. My fingers moved across the flute’s holes from muscle memory while my mind wandered, as it often did during my daily performances.
An older man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney
Fifteen years of homelessness teaches you to find escape where you can, and music was the one thing that distracted me from the constant thrum of pain in my lower back and hips. I shut my eyes as I let the music carry me away to a different time and place.
I used to work in a factory. It was hard work, but I loved the busyness of it, the way your body settles into a rhythm that feels like dancing.
Then the pains started. I was in my mid-40s and initially put it down to age, but when I started struggling to do my job, I knew it was time to see a doctor.
A doctor reading information on a clipboard | Source: Pexels
“… chronic condition that will only worsen over time, I’m afraid,” the doctor told me. “Especially with the work you do. There’s medication you can take to manage the pain, but I’m afraid there’s no cure.”
I was stunned. I spoke to my boss the next day and begged him to move me to a different role in the factory.
“I could work in quality control or shipment checking,” I told him.
A factory worker speaking to his manager | Source: Midjourney
But my boss shook his head. “I’m sorry, you’re a good worker, but the company policy says we can’t hire someone for those roles without certification. The higher-ups would never approve it.”
I hung on to my job as long as possible, but eventually, they fired me for being unfit to perform my duties. The guys in the factory knew all about my condition by then and the pain it caused me.
On my last day on the job, they gave me a gift I’ve treasured every day since then: my wheelchair.
A person in a wheelchair | Source: Pexels
A child’s voice cut through my daydreaming, dragging me back to the present.
“Mama, listen! It’s so beautiful!”
I opened my eyes to see a small crowd had gathered, including a weary-looking woman holding a boy of about eight.
The boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched my fingers dance across the flute. His mother’s face was lined with exhaustion, but as she watched her son’s reaction, her expression softened.
A woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney
“Can we stay a little longer?” the boy asked, tugging at his mother’s worn jacket. “Please? I’ve never heard music like this before.”
She adjusted her grip on him, trying to hide her strain. “Just a few more minutes, Tommy. We need to get you to your appointment.”
“But Mama, look how his fingers move! It’s like magic.”
I lowered my flute and gestured to the boy. “Would you like to try playing it? I could teach you a simple tune.”
A homeless man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney
Tommy’s face fell. “I can’t walk. It hurts too much.”
His mother’s arms tightened around him.
“We can’t afford crutches or a wheelchair,” she explained quietly. “So I carry him everywhere. The doctors say he needs physical therapy, but…” She trailed off, the weight of unspoken worries visible in her eyes.
Looking at them, I saw my own story reflected back at me. The constant pain, the struggle for dignity, the way society looks right through you when you’re disabled and poor.
A homeless man with a sympathetic look | Source: Midjourney
But in Tommy’s eyes, I also saw something I’d lost long ago: hope. That spark of joy when he listened to the music reminded me of why I started playing in the first place.
“How long have you been carrying him?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Three years now,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I remembered my last day of work and the life-changing gift my colleagues had given me, and I knew what I had to do.
A determined-looking man | Source: Midjourney
Before I could second-guess myself, I gripped the arms of my wheelchair and pushed myself up. Pain stabbed through my spine and hips, but I forced a grin.
“Take my wheelchair,” I said. “I… I don’t really need it. It’s just an accessory. I’m not disabled. But it will help your boy, and you.”
“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly…” the mother protested, shaking her head.
She looked me in the eye and I got the feeling she suspected I was lying, so I grinned even wider and shuffled toward them, pushing my chair in front of me.
A wheelchair | Source: Midjourney
“Please,” I insisted. “It would make me happy to know it’s being used by someone who needs it. Music isn’t the only gift we can give.”
Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Really, Mister? You mean it?”
I nodded, unable to speak through the pain, barely able to keep my grin in place.
His mother’s eyes filled with tears as she carefully settled Tommy into the wheelchair.
A woman with an emotional look in her eyes | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve asked for help so many times, but nobody…”
“Your smile is thanks enough,” I said to Tommy, who was already experimenting with the wheels. “Both of your smiles.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched them leave. I carefully shuffled over to a nearby bench and sat down, dropping all pretense that I wasn’t suffering from forcing my damaged body to move so much.
A man staring up | Source: Midjourney
That was five years ago, and time hasn’t been kind to me. The exertion of getting around on crutches has worsened my condition.
The pain is constant now, an ever-present stabbing in my back and legs that fills my awareness as I journey from the basement I live in under an abandoned house to the square.
But I keep playing. It doesn’t take my mind off the pain like it used to, but it keeps me from going mad with agony.
A man playing a flute | Source: Midjourney
I often thought about Tommy and his mother, hoping my sacrifice made a difference in their lives. Sometimes, during the quieter moments, I’d imagine Tommy rolling through a park or school hallway in my old wheelchair, his mother finally able to stand straight and proud.
Then came the day that changed everything.
I was playing an old folk tune, one my grandmother taught me, when a shadow fell across my cup.
A man holding a flute looking at something | Source: Midjourney
Looking up, I saw a well-dressed teenager standing before me holding a long package under one arm.
“Hello, sir,” he said with a familiar smile. “Do you remember me?”
I squinted up at him, and my heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. “You?”
Tommy’s grin widened. “I wondered if you’d recognize me.”
“But how…” I gestured at his steady stance. “You’re walking!”
A surprised man | Source: Midjourney
“Life has a funny way of working out,” he said, sitting beside me on the bench. “A few months after you gave me your wheelchair, we learned that a distant relative had left me an inheritance. Suddenly, we could afford proper medical treatment. Turns out my condition was treatable with the right care.”
“Your mother?”
“She started her own catering business. She always loved cooking, but she never had the energy before. Now she’s making her dream come true.” Tommy looked at me then and shyly held out the package he was carrying. “This is for you, sir.”
A teen boy smiling shyly | Source: Midjourney
I unwrapped the brown paper and gasped. Inside was a sleek flute case.
“This gift is my small way of showing my gratitude for your kindness,” he said. “For stepping up to help me when no one else would.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” I muttered. “This is too much.”
“No, it isn’t. I owe my happiness to you,” Tommy said, wrapping his arms around me in a careful hug. “The wheelchair didn’t just help me move. It gave us hope. Made us believe things could get better.”
A teen boy and a homeless man on a bench | Source: Midjourney
Tommy didn’t stay long after that. I tucked the flute case into my small backpack and carried on with my day.
That night, back in my basement room, I opened the flute case with trembling fingers. Instead of an instrument, I found neat stacks of cash. More money than I’d seen in my entire life. On top lay a handwritten note:
“PAYMENT FOR THE PAIN YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THESE YEARS BECAUSE OF YOUR KINDNESS. Thank you for showing us that miracles still happen.”
A pile of hundred dollar bills | Source: Pexels
I sat there for hours, holding the note, remembering the pain of every step I’d taken since giving away my wheelchair.
But I also remembered Tommy’s smile, his mother’s tears of gratitude, and now their transformed lives.
The money in my hands represented more than just financial freedom. It was proof that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness can create ripples we never imagined possible.
A smiling man | Source: Midjourney
“One act of kindness,” I whispered to myself as I watched the light dim through my basement window. “That’s all it takes to start a chain reaction.”
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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