10000 Years Later Novels & Stories

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

"There are all sorts of stupid people in the world. Within our ranks, there are rational people like you who keep their heads and sanity but in order to do that, they diverted their craziness to discovering the secrets and origin of the system. They are the ones who made the theory of five hundred. Through history, they managed to piece out how only every five hundred years would there be several breakouts of huge events centering around wars and all sorts of immoral crimes. Those events were 99.9 percent sparked by our kind." "... If every five hundred years there are one thousand immoral hosts, what happened to those from the previous generations? Since each of us has our own AIs and could

Risa then asked: "You said this is a thousand years later, so do you know Bach?" The man pushed the frame of his glasses to think and then replied: "Bai, why have I never heard of it. But there's one thing she probably doesn't understand. In the current world, most humans have evolved into a new race with a different superpower. Forming a new order in society. So the things that, in her memory, a thousand years ago no longer exist.” Bella Risa: "So that means, my relatives no longer exist." "Right! And one more important thing is, you can be considered a human carrying all the genes of a very rare primitive human body.”

Every morning. This time. That was everything. That was, finally, enough. THE END

he muttered. He glanced around. This was his apartment. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. And yet, the air was warm and comfortable. That made no sense. In December 2050, the world had plunged into a new Ice Age. A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall.

Whatever they connected to was very far away. “I will use them to feed, to grow stronger, and when my brethren return, they will not find me the weak child they left behind.” “When they return in a thousand years?” “It is but the blink of an eye.” “So I’ve heard. Fine by me however long it takes. Not like I’ll still be here. But what if I can take care of Peter? You take over the spires and do your thing, the world carries on — for the next thousand years or so — cue music for end titles. Sound good?”

The memories of my mother and sister's eyes intertwined with their current selves, giving me a splitting headache. Did they love me? They did love me, but this love had a time limit. It was built on a countdown and was meant to end. After 18 years, the countdown ended, and the love vanished. If I died, the love would have remained perfect in my memories. We would all be our most gentle selves. In my memories, my mother lovingly stroked my head and said, "Brandon looks so handsome in this little suit." My father held me up high, saying he wanted to take me to see the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

Then he took a notebook, with his notes, in which he made, when he was organizing the tests, in which he wrote some messages, he asked Phantom Stranger to deliver it to each of them, he took his backpack, he went traveling, being taken by each of his betting colleagues, promising to return after a year. He had plans, and so, he was going to do it after they got back. - Where do you want to go first? Neron questioned. - For a journey to the 1000th century, and back through time, where I will discover the secrets of the universe. - Said Tsuky Miki. - Then go back to front. - Said Tsuky Miki. Tsuky Miki discovered some closely guarded secrets. Being that those were over thousands of years away

the system said to Quickstep. "What?! Even a song from you costs one shop point?" Quickstep was astounded by the system. "Affirmative, host," the system replied to Quickstep. "This is going to be a boring vacation," Quickstep said as he accepted his one hundred year recovery program. 1 day 2 days 1 month 12 months 1200 months A century has passed by swiftly together with the changing of seasons. "Congratulations, host. You have fully recovered from your injuries," the system notified Quickstep after one thousand two hundred months and ten days.