Dear 2045 Novels & Stories

“Okay! Chill, girl. Are you that horny?” “Very,” Kira admitted, completely rid of shame. “The RAD brothers are driving me crazy! So crazy that I want a piece of them all.” “Well…” Mira smirked, staring at Kira mischievously. “If you are this horny, then a vibrator might never really do the trick.” “What are you suggesting?” Kira asked with arched brows. “There is this place… It’s an Elysium. It would be the perfect place to get your pussy fucked, if you want. I could take you there.”

The question wasn't how they would survive; the question was what kind of world they were about to build, and who would be left to inhabit it once they were done. Pim took a deep breath, the neon light of the city washing over her face, turning her eyes into mirrors of the digital void. "Walk faster, Chalida. We have a world to update." They turned the corner and vanished, leaving behind only the ghost of their presence, and a city that was about to wake up to a reality that no longer obeyed the old laws of men. The screen in Pim’s pocket glowed once more, a single, ominous command appearing in the dark: Version 2.0 Initiated.

He was hooked into a machine that looked like a throne made of glass. "The Queen returns," the old man said. He wasn't an Architect. He was the Original. The man who had written the first line of code on March 30, 2026. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice echoing through the silver link. "I am the one who remembers the sun," he said. He pointed a trembling finger toward the screen in front of him. "And I am the one who is about to press 'Delete' on the real world." I looked at the screen. It wasn't a map of the Spires. It was a countdown for the atmosphere's final collapse. Showing oxygen level of 2%.

I looked at my phone and saw the message from the government, that's never good, I live in America, it's the land of dreams, the land of fucked up government, and I don't care what others would say. The year is 2886, and the world is still the same as it ever was, it's just another day, and the sun still shines every morning, and sets every night, humans have to get up every morning and go to sleep every night, we have to work and we have to eat, and pay bills, our life is the same as the ancient ones before us, nothing has changed, you'd think a nuclear war would have changed our minds or the way we look at the world, but we didn't, we built the world all over again and we continued from th

Only futures waiting to be explored. Her phone buzzed one last time.Clara.“The archive has no endpoint.”Everlyn typed back.“Neither does humanity.”The response took longer than usual.Then finally:“Perhaps that is the same thing.”Everlyn stared at the message.At the city.At the endless possibilities unfolding beyond the glass.And for the first time since all of this began she stopped thinking about where humanity was going.Because maybe the destination had never been the point.Maybe survival depended on preserving the ability to imagine destinations that didn't exist yet.And somewhere inside the ever growing Archive of Possibilities billions of futures waited.Not to be chosen.Not to be predic

Not at all. "I hate flirtatious ghosts. I hate perverted ghosts. I hate flirty ghosts. I hate perverted ghosts." I said while closing my eyes. Instantly, I fell back asleep. *** Zara's POV "Mrs. Zara, I have a delivery for you." said the receptionist while handing something to me. A fairly large box. "Thank you. But who is this from?" I asked. There is no sign of the sender's name here. "I don't know. But maybe the sender's name was in the box." answered the receptionist politely.

SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Entering the Dark City is no piece of cake, Aunt Nyssa. How will I make it past the gates and worse, find where Xador is ?” Ty asked.

Nathan murmured as the elevator doors opened into the secure garage. ​"I can handle Vera, Nathan, so just focus on the board members today," I replied, giving his hand a brief, reassuring squeeze

"The 'Error' is that you've turned us into servers?" "You don't understand the scale, Alice," the man said, stepping forward. The tip of his rod sparked blue. "The world outside is dead. The economy collapsed in 2024. The Aethel-Corp is the only thing keeping the lights on. We provide the dream because the reality is unbearable." "Then let it be unbearable!" I screamed. I didn't wait for them to move. I lunged. I wasn't strong, but I was **Desperate**. As the first man swung the rod, I dropped to my knees, the gel on my skin making me slide across the floor like a ghost. I drove the glass shard into the soft seal of the hazmat suit’s boot.

She loves to collect vintage artefacts and she loves to read stories about the universe, multiverse and everything beyond. Suddenly a robotic female voice said "Rosa dinner is ready, mom and dad are waiting for you downstairs." Rosa "I'll be there in a minute" and with that she closed the book she was reading. In 3019 each house had a robotic security plus connecting software. It helped with daily household chores and minimised the chances of theft and accidents by 70%. It needed to be upgraded once in every two months to keep it in pace with the latest technology. Rosa got up with her dog Neptune and got into the Room Hopper. People in the 2019 will think it is an elevator but actually it l