Dear 2045 の小説・ストーリー

‘’if Niru is here, he can explain it to me without any trouble…I wish he’s here. DEOS XX-END

I am dead…. ****

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"D*mn it, this visual impact really wants to kill me!" "Dear..."

Hello my loves, Like what I always do after concluding my previous stories, I am leaving a note to thank all of you for completing the fourth installment to the story Sorry Dear Ex, It’s Your Loss Not Mine. You are all amazing up to this point. I was overwhelmed by how well you received Flint, Anna/Linda and Penelope (Kwin) as part of your daily reading habit. Unlike Marcus and Rowan, whose stories were already assured because I already gave them a foreground on the main story, Flint’s story came out unexpectedly.

"How were things handled for Kay? Where's she laid to rest? Winston asked, choking back tears. "Ms. Greenfield's matters have all been sorted," the nurse said, casting a glance at him. "But I have no idea where she's been laid to rest. She specifically said she didn't want anyone bothering her." "What about her last words?" Winston asked, not ready to give up. "Did she leave any message for me?" "No," the nurse said, shaking her head. She hesitated before finally passing him a phone. "This is all she left behind. She asked me to burn it, but I just couldn't bring myself to wipe every trace of her from this world. That just seemed too sad…"

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

How could I possibly tell her that a stranger has been finger-fucking me for quiet a while and he has been breaking in and out of my apartment like he owns it? “ I'm fine CeCe.” I flashed her a smile. “ I'm just tired from too much work. Mrs Addams should give us at least a month's leave. I feel my lifespan getting shorter by the day.” I was able to change the topic, and I was glad she didn't push the matter even further. “ Honestly. I might just resign, before I die one day.” CeCe rolled her eyes funnily with a groan. I laughed at her silly behaviour, but the ding on my phone cut my happy moments short.

The central display pulsed with ominous purpose: Neural Backup Upload: 87% Complete "Soon," Michael's hologram whispered, his voice carrying harmonics that shouldn't have been possible for projected light and sound. "Very soon, my sons will understand that death is merely another merger to be negotiated. And this time, I hold all the cards."

ولاشرح لكم الوضع نحن نعيش في مكان ضيق في سنة 2525 كلنا نشبه بعض من حيث الملابس وتصرفات والكلام ومكان العيش ، تلقيت دعوى على جهازي نيورال الخاص بي وهذا يدل ان نظام قد امسك بما اقوم به وانه سيحدث شيئ ما لي ، لكن عندما فتحت رسالة استغربت كانت امرأة اسمها سلينا والغريب يظهر عليها مصطلح تجاعيد وشيب في رأسها كان شيئ غير عادي ان ارى مثل هذا، اي انه يو