Future News My Phone Mutated Novels & Stories

Rain insisted he stay by my side until I'd be cleared for discharge, but to my greatest relief, the universe sent an emergency class his way which caused him to leave, even though very reluctantly. Before he left, I lied about wanting to reach Anna and since my phone was taken by the unknown attacker, it was the perfect excuse to get a new phone. It was a painstaking wait because I only had a few hours before Rain returned and I needed to speak to David before then. Eventually, my new phone finally arrived. An iPhone 15 Pro. A major upgrade from the 7+ I had been using since my parents died in the accident.

“This video is going to haunt us, isn’t it?” “Yup,” she said, dropping back into her chair, rubbing her temples. “Yup, it is.” We sat in silence for a moment, both of us trying to process the fallout. My phone buzzed again—this time, it was a news alert. I glanced at it and sighed. “Oh great,” I muttered. “The local news has picked it up now too. We are officially famous.” Zazu groaned. “Let’s just hope we survive it.”

I muttered, wincing as I slid down to sit on the floor. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, and without thinking, I lunged at it—only to sigh when I saw it was Cyrus. “What is it?” I answered flatly. “You won’t believe what popped up on my feed this morning,” Cyrus said, sounding way too excited. “I know. I’ve seen it,” I replied. “Oh,” he muttered, a little disappointed. “I was really hoping to be the one to break the news—just to see your heart get crushed.” “Ha ha. Very funny,” I replied sarcastically.

Once she learned the news from her future befriend, Mother's anger and disappointment with her daughter could no longer be contained, who rejected their parents' matchmaking. “Beep…beep…beep…” The sound of an incoming notification from the phone recalls all memories. My hands groped under the pillow looking for the whereabouts of the cellphone, lazily touching the cellphone screen. Hmm... who is it at nights like this that it's still on, if you don't read it, you're afraid of something important. I sighed, luckily the nausea and headache had subsided. SMAPI Girl's... My eyes widened when I read the name of the new group that suddenly appeared on WhatApp. Oh no...!

It was a text alert that was sent to every phone in the city at the same time. Elara was able to get her phone out of her pocket as she was falling. The screen of her phone turned on against the air that was rushing past her. The message on her phone was not code and it was not a warning from the people in charge. It was a message that the city's main computer was sending out. The words of the message were appearing on her phone screen then and there: ALERT: ALL LOOPS BROKEN. A USER HAS ENTERED THE EDITOR'S DECK. PREPARE FOR FRONT PAGE REVISION.

I can't stop them. Vane and Ronan order food. Plates of greasy eggs and hash browns. They eat like they haven't seen food in days. I guess they haven't. We've been running for hours. I should be hungry, but my stomach is too knotted up to even think about eating. Malakai's phone buzzes on the table. We all look at it. It's not an encrypted alert. It's a public news notification. The screen lights up with a headline that makes my blood run cold.

The absolute sweetest sound in the universe. 80,000 credits, plus my exorbitant hazard pay, flood my account. Yes! I am in such a spectacularly good mood that I practically float all the way to the cafeteria. By the time I arrived, the dining hall is a deafening warzone. Arlo hasn't touched his food. He's gripping his phone like a lifeline. "Rea! The doctor posted it! Chloe's Awakening Purity actually mutated! Do you have any idea how insanely rare that is?!"

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Every few minutes, my phone buzzed with another notification, reminding me of the chaos spreading across the internet like wildfire. Joshua, one of my oldest friends, lounged across the sofa, phone in hand, grinning like an idiot. "Adrian, my friend," he said, practically bouncing on his feet. "You have to tell me the truth about this news. This is too good to be real." I looked up from my contract with a frown. "What news?" Joshua's grin got even wider as he held up his phone. "You mean you haven't seen it yet? Oh, this is perfect. The whole city is talking about—"

However, at that moment, I merely whistled into the phone. It was a special frequency, mimicking the Predator's Song, but more inconspicuous and deathly. He was suddenly silent. Then, he screamed, "Water? Why is there water?! Help! My lungs!" He gurgled as he hung up. I placed my phone down and adjusted my blouse. Since I had taken over the Echoes from Below radio application, I was going to manage it properly. I had to change the first rule. [This station's signal may extend into reality. If you see a monster in real life, please firmly believe that it's your neighbor.]