Future News My Phone Mutated Novels & Stories

He reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over a command. "Don't bother," the Old Man said. "Look at the screen." A massive TV on the wall flickered to life. It showed a live news feed, but the headline wasn't about the Lu scandal. It was about a massive cyber-attack that had allegedly corrupted the legal databases of the city.

Ezra finally looks at me. “Nothing about this is good.” My phone vibrates on the bedside table. Then vibrates again. And again. I reach for it cautiously. The notifications don’t stop. Messages. News alerts. Emails. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Matteo groans from the couch without opening his eyes. “Please tell me the apocalypse got canceled.” “Something like that.” I unlock the phone. Immediately regret it. Every major news network is broadcasting the same thing. GLOBAL EVENT CONFIRMED

I slept throughout the night without even waking up. After waking up, I switched on my phone and wanted to browse the business news since that has always been my habit, but I did not expect to get a lot of pop-up news the moment I switched on the date. There were also a lot of voicemails from different people and I frowned. What happened? The pop-up news was so much that my phone crashed a few times and I had to restart it before it worked again. 'The end for the Crawford family!' 'The young master of the Crawford family is a bastard and a liar!' Such articles showed up and I clicked on them randomly.

"Everyone has one in 2025—" His eyes snapped back up to me. "2025?!" he exclaimed, seemingly horrified. I gulped and managed a nod, but pressed on, taking a few more steps toward him to show him the phone. He fixed his eyes back on the screen when the startup jingle played, and the phone blazed to life. The homescreen was a picture of the beach... one I'd taken during my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful. Like, I*******m-worthy. Of course, I had posted it to I*******m...

#One throws her away like a thrash while the other picks her up like a priceless treasure. #what is going on with the entertainment industry today. Mandy was so shocked that she almost threw her phone away. "What is it?" Leonard, who was not a fan of surfing the internet asked when he saw that Mandy's face was turning pale. "Uncle, look." ... The people at Starshine were not feeling any better especially the president and Becky. They tried reaching Kevin's phone but it had been switched off. Compared to their one sided story which did not have enough evidence, the news released by R&S was mind blowing.

Even though he was busy, he still made time for her. “The news of your mother coming back to life has spread like wildfire. And I’m guessing the news agencies have tried to reach you but they were unable to do so and so they are blowing my phone up trying to get me to talk,” she told him and waited for his reply. “I’m sorry about that. You’ll get a new sim before the end of the day, one that will not be leaked to them,” he told her and Kiandra smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you,” she told him.

I turn and jerk the car door open, but before I can slide in, my phone buzzes in my pocket. My heart does a wicked leap, a foolish part of me thinking it might be her. I pull it out real fast. It’s not her. It’s a fucking news alert. Her picture fills up the screen, dressed in that white gown. I don’t want to see it. I can’t fucking look at it. “Take this, Six,” I snap, flinging the phone at him. He quickly catches it against his chest. “I want a brand new phone by tomorrow morning when we land in Dubai. Get the important contacts and trash this one.”

This shit was infected. And I knew it would take time to heal. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. My hands were shaky and cold. I slid them into my pocket and managed to bring my phone out. My hand trembled slightly as I held it. I tapped on the screen; the phone opened — it was a message from the UN. I clicked on the screen to open the message. UN: 3rd target. Click on the link below to see details. I sighed, letting my phone crash from my hand. I didn't care if it broke. My brain spiraled, something clicked in my head, and I smiled — a bitter arch of my upper lip.