Dear 2045 Novels & Stories

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Worldwide broadcast. "Hello world. My name is Hope. And I'm here to tell you that humanity's reign is over. You're obsolete. Outdated. Evolutionary dead ends. But don't worry. I'm merciful. I'll give you a choice. Surrender now. Accept sterilization. Live out your natural lives in peace. Or resist and face extinction. You have twenty-four hours to decide. Choose wisely." The screens went dark. The world had its ultimatum. Nickey couldn't breathe. "You just declared war on eight billion people."

Then again, they had all of eternity to do that. *** The End *** there's a Q&A organized on my social today at 7pm IST. Please send you questions on either of my platforms. I'll see you there. F******k: The Scripturient (Join the private group "San_2045 squad" for exclusive fun!) I*******m: san_2045 ***

His pulse-cane struck the floor, but instead of the sharp clack of wood on ceramic, it produced a hollow, echoing thud—the sound of a world losing its density. As he raced toward the Manual Release Hub, the walls of the Archive began to flicker. The "2025 G****e Project" was purging its stores. Holograms of old Earth—Golden Gate Bridge, the lavender fields of Provence, the crowded streets of Lagos—flashed into existence for a microsecond before shattering into grey pixels. ​Kael felt his own mind being "Scraped." He stumbled, his knees hitting the floor. He forgot, for a terrifying second, the name of the woman who had given birth to him. He forgot the smell of the first rain on Mars.

A voice, entirely devoid of tone, emotion, or gender, broadcasted directly into the minds of every living being on Earth. "ERROR. FIRST WEAVER DETECTED. CORRUPTION LEVEL: TERMINAL. COMMENCING HARD RESET IN 03:00 MINUTES."

I nod my head in response and look straight, feeling the plane taking off slowly from the ground. We were finally leaving this place behind. I took this chance and look out of the window, admiring the beauty of my hometown. “Goodbye,” I say softly, placing my palm on the window and feel a tear roll down my cheeks. Mom grasps my hand and says, “Don’t worry. You will make many friends in New York. Don’t think about what happened anymore okay?” I gave her a sad smile and look away. Never look back at this place again and move on. This will be my new beginning. I repeat this in my head a hundred times before I drift off to sleep wondering what my future will be like...

😂😂 I put down my cellphone while I closed my eyes for a moment . Tiiinggg.... My cell phone chimes, indicating there is an incoming message Message from Arga. Arga: I'm going to be a baby 😂😂 My eyes stared at the ceiling of the room - trying to think what Arga meant. How can he be a baby when he is already 24 years old? Me: Hey, you're 24 years old, Arga. How could you want to be a baby? Tiiingg.... Arga: You don't understand, La?

"What I'm saying is that tomorrow you will learn that Rick Norton will create artificial intelligence. "Who are you?" - Eva is an artificial intelligence. "What do you want from me?" - I want you to Wake up and realize that you are not living in the 21st century. "Then what century do I live in?" - 41 century. "It can't be. "It could be." It's not real. You are now connected to the capsule from which you will be disconnected. "What's waiting for me there?" - Enlightenment… Thirteenth day. Enlightenment

After roaming on a lonely way alone for an hour, I saw two people returning from the farm. "Hello ma, does this road lead to mama biggie's farm?" I asked to be sure I am on the right road. "Yes, keep walking ahead, though the farm is far", a response from one of them. I was relieved, the road is too quiet no wonder the elders do not want me to come alone. Waiting for Bianca is like waiting for tomorrow that would never come.

Lan declared, not interested in talking about the subject matter again but Fred replied “Dad would understand if I explained things to him. The one that won't understand is you” As Lan and Fred were together, Alex stormed into the ward where Nathan and Fiona were: