Novel & Cerita Amazing Future Of Gumball

Georgie sounded fully confident about the company’s growth in the future. Xyla agreed with what Georgie said. Xyla instantly replied Georgie with an adorable smiley emoji. “Georgie, let’s work hard for our future. I’m sure everything will get better,” Xyla added. “Yeah… President Xyla, I feel very excited just thinking about it,” Georgie said. “Don’t be too excited for now. Once they have all become a hit, and when we become number one in the industry, that’s when we can celebrate,” Xyla said.

Miller commented. "What do you mean ten years? It's still 2025 isn't it?" He asks in a confused tone. "What are you talking about? It's already 2035! Where have you been?" Mr. Miler informed him. Drake felt like cold water had been splashed to his face. How can it be 2035 now? Where are the giant mushrooms and the buildings? It's impossible that they are in the future. Everything looks like it was in 2025!

"Gideon, where have you been these past few days? There's a new company in Goldspire called Aeternum Group. They've launched this miraculous Rejuvenation Pill, and it's taken the city by storm! "Unfortunately, they limited the purchases to one pill per person. Even if I try to buy it tomorrow at noon, it might be sold out. But I managed to save one just for you." Arnold pulled out an exquisitely designed box. Gideon smiled. "Dad, I've already tried it. You can keep this one for yourself. Besides, there's no need for you to scramble for more. I used a special channel to get a batch." As he spoke, he handed a package to Arnold.

The technology in this time is so advanced that you will not be able to imagine it even in your wildest dreams. The airports do not exist anymore. Instead there are spaceports. People travel from one planet to another planet, one galaxy to another galaxy for vacation, marriage ceremonies, birthdays etc. Each spaceport has upto 300 rockets and space shuttles. All the cars are now aircars. People do not need aeroplanes and trains anymore. They are just kept as models in the museum to help the upcoming generations to see these 'vintage' machines.

"Be good and stop throwing tantrums. We can always have another baby later. You mustn't do such ridiculous things again." Watching him defend Gianna so openly, I only felt a deep weariness. He would never know that the reason I gave up the baby and turned down the engagement without hesitation had nothing to do with that fake video. Before I received that fake video, I really did get a call from the future. The gaunt, hollow-eyed woman on the video was me, five years from now. I didn't want to argue with him, so I followed his lead and said, "I'm very tired. I want to get some rest."

At galas, while Zane and I were on one side, they'd be on the other—fawning over Daisy, parading her around like she was the center of every room. At auctions, they'd outbid everyone on jewelry I'd glanced at, then give it to Daisy. Zane and I posted happy photos from an amusement park. On Daisy's birthday, they rented out the whole place and set off fireworks all night. Her social media blew up—thousands of new followers overnight, everyone swooning over her perfect life.

It was like she had been waiting for me, because the second she saw me, she started mocking me with that fake, syrupy tone. "Bella, it's already New Year's Eve and you're just getting home. You must've made quite a bit of money these past months. I wonder how much money you're giving Mom this year." My mother frowned, trying to smooth things over. "It doesn't matter if she gives one or not, as long as you both come home for the New Year, that's enough. "Bella, you've been gone almost a year now. Is there anything you've been craving? I'll cook it for you right away."

What can you even do? "Or are you still angry that Mandy and I went to the art exhibition yesterday? "Wasn't it you who refused to go? You said your hands couldn't even hold a paintbrush steady anymore and that you didn't want to go. So what exactly are you throwing a tantrum over now?" At twenty-eight years old, the very first note in my phone was about yesterday's exhibition. Liam rarely invited me anywhere. The future version of me had actually been excited at first, until she found out the person he truly wanted to invite was Mandy. I had only been an afterthought.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.