Dear 2045 Novels & Stories

“Anita… that is our ultimate shot.” I exhaled sharply. “Then let’s take it.” The trendy grinned. “Then you’re gonna love what we’ve been hiding on this base.” He came to the wall- set up the screen. A hangar opened. And internal it? A labeled area shuttle. Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You have a freaking spaceship?” The trendy smirked. “Welcome to Plan B.” My telecel smartphone buzzed. A very last message. Unknown: “If you cross up there, you won’t come back.”

RECIPIENT: PHOENIX HOLDINGS (SEYCHELLES). STATUS: COMPLETED. I stared at the timestamp. 02:45 AM. That was... that was four hours ago. While I was pacing the penthouse. While I was waiting for Adrian’s code. While I was dreaming about private islands and freedom. Someone else had been in the system. "It... it moved," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It moved this morning." "Then you were too late," Adrian said. "Someone beat you to the punch, Miller. Don't forget my balance, I'd be expecting it soon.

It came from Initiate Jari. The message was three words long, "Temporal Debt Cascade." I immediately cross-referenced the coordinate. It pointed to a minor colony, Gia-4, known for its heavy reliance on the fast-time construction protocols that the Alliance had just discarded. Gia-4’s primary output was rapid-assembly housing for new migrants a low-priority, high-speed logistical operation. "Aelia," I projected, urgency spiking through my Logic Core. "Jari has flagged Gia-4 for a Temporal Debt Cascade. What did the Archive observe?"

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

"The kernels of me which existed since the origin of space and time, finally found a way to the entrance of the plane of eternal consciousness. This very moment will loop over and over in this perpetual eternity. There will never be a rest nor there will be an escape. Fear is the only shelter. Pain, the ultimate outcome. The concept alone is gut-wrenching." "Fortunately enough, the lenght of human life has yet passed the barrier of insignificance. So, I latch on to the belief that my entire being is composed of stories, of cravings, of strivings, of frugal desires of the future. In regards to that tiny, abstract, immature, soothing belief, I once again bid everyone present here the wishes of

Body giving up. My last thought: please. Someone. Anyone. Change this. Make it Future Five instead of Future Three. Please. Then darkness.

June asked. “Yes,” Sarah said. “But the people who already got absorbed, the ones who turned into computer code...they’re gone. There’s nothing for them to come back to.” June froze. Soldiers flashed through her mind. So did the regular folks in town—the first ones to eat the bread. “So I save the world, but I kill everyone the CEO already took?” June’s chest tightened. “There has to be another way!” “There is no other way, Subject 442.” The CEO stepped out from behind a tower—no longer outside, but here in the basement, in a new, gleaming robot body, like some twisted queen made of metal and glass.

"That means finally you are going to see him after four years." "Yes, I'm going to see him after four long years," I replied. All these years, we neither talked nor saw each other's face in person, only pictures. I really wished to talk with him however contacting him again was like going back to him and disturbing him with our memories. I was 23 when I realised I should have handed the things differently. Now that I'm 25, with a stable job that pays well, a well settled and much mature mind and most importantly a courageous heart, I know what to do next. This time I'm not letting my love go.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

asked Doctor Anna, glancing at Eren. "You won't believe what I say. But he is from 2045. He has seen what happens if the S virus is spread to the wider community, "said Doctor Rin. “From the future? The year 2045?” said Doctor Anna surprised. "Yap, I don't expect you to not believe me," said Doctor Rin. “Miraculously, I believe in you Rin. Then who are the two sick people? Your friend?" asked Doctor Anna, glancing at Eren.