Novel & Cerita Future News My Phone Mutated

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Frazier’s POV I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF THE BIG SCREEN WITH ZOMBIES trying to claw my eyes out and eat my brain. My phone buzzed and it was a text from Autumn informing me of her new phone number. Reading her text brought my mind to reel on what had just happened today. If yesterday I thought there had been jaw-dropping information I’d learned about my mum’s lies, today just topped that off.

he said. I looked down at the device slowly. “A video.” JJ turned slightly as if preparing to leave. “Watch it when you are ready.” Then he walked away without another word. I stood there alone again. Victor’s phone felt strangely heavy in my hand. I turned the screen on. There was no password. The moment the phone unlocked, notifications started flooding the screen from every direction. News alerts. Social media headlines. Videos. Photos. The entire supernatural world was already talking about this.

But I still put it on the instant I got back, allowing myself to pretend for a while longer that the world believes we're newly engaged and we're unveiling the most anticipated microchip of the twenty-first century. But that can never happen. Tomorrow, Damien will be alone on the stage, his father watching with satisfied eyes as he tells the audience it's Bass Mobile who wins the prize for an entire year. Their stocks will skyrocket, their phones soon reigning supreme, and its users will never know the danger they slip into their pockets. My phone rings on the floor next to me, shining a familiar face I’ve grown to love on the lock screen. Fuck! The force of my smack sends it skittering acro

The video cut, and the studio anchor reappeared, smiling the way anchors smile when they need to keep viewers on through a commercial. “We’ll keep you updated as this story develops,” she said. “Up next: a rescue beagle that’s learning to skateboard.” The segment ended. The world moved on because that’s what it does. Mya stared at the little black rectangle in her hand and breathed in and out until the trembling subsided. Her phone rang. Not a text this time. A call. The name flashing on the screen was a number she’d once saved with a heart. She let it ring until it stopped. Then she stood, went inside, and toggled off every alert from anyone she hadn’t personally invited into this new life.

} “No. I’m crowdsourcing survival tips from strangers because I have a date with the guy who almost murdered me, then apologized so now my brain has decided he’s my soulmate.” {You keep mentioning murder, like you're trying to remind yourself...} "I don't know what you mean by that," I muttered, eyes glued to my phone as I refreshed. New comment, 112 upvotes already: “Girl if you go on this date we’re all living vicariously through you but also please leave breadcrumbs.” I dropped the phone on my face. I was so screwed. And tomorrow night I was having dinner with the king. Fantastic. I was about to yeet the phone across the room and have a full-on “I give up on everything" moment when someth

I didn’t know if Hector would be able to awaken a superpower, and leaving him with the equally unpredictable Rhonda would only be more dangerous. Suddenly, "DING!" My phone chimed with a notification. At 12:30 AM, the disaster management department began sending a mass text message to the entire population. Urgent Notice [Text Message]: The meteors that fell tonight carry an unknown virus that may cause mutations in some humans. Citizens are instructed to remain at home and strictly quarantine in separate rooms. If you find friends or family have mutated into bloodthirsty, flesh-eating monsters, immediately take up arms, fight back, and destroy their brains to eliminate them!

It seemed that the rumors about how gentle and virtuous Meredith Yard was were true. After that, everyone started to get busy with their work. “By the way, Noelle, did you get my phone back?” When Noelle heard that, she immediately took the phone out of her bag and handed it to her. “The person who repaired the phone said that the data has been recovered and everything is repaired.” “Okay, thanks.” Hence, Meredith took the phone over and turned it on to open the F******k app. There was an unread F******k message from Pierre; everything in this phone was about Pierre afterall.

Afterall, plans have been made, my opinion wouldn't change anything. I'm only sad because I didn't tell Peter about it. Also, My cell phone has been acting funny too, it gives me only the chance to receive incoming calls and messages but I can't call nor send messages. And Once I travel abroad, I'ld have to change numbers too, which means that I and Peter have literally lost contact and connections. * * * * * To Be Continued

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and the sound jolted me out of my thoughts. He walked closer and he stretched his hands to me. It was my phone. "You've got to be kidding me", I thought as I did the happy dance in my head. "Ohh, my pho.....", I said, stopping mid-sentence, the excitement dying immediately. It wasn't mine. "It's a new phone and it's cloned", he said, his tone flat. "You won't be getting your old phone and since you know it's cloned and your activities are being watched, it's better not to act funny", he said.

I read each update at the kitchen table with my tea and the glittery star sticker and the ordinary Wednesday sounds of the building around me and felt the specific quality of five years of wrong finally becoming right in increments. Not quickly. Not dramatically. Just steadily. The way geological things happened. Thursday morning arrived clear and cold. I was at the kitchen window with my coffee at six when my phone buzzed with a notification that was not Adrian. A news alert. I looked at it with the careful attention of someone who had learned that news alerts required assessment before reaction. The headline was not what I had been expecting. It was not the journalist's story about Noah an