I Kept Pressing The 100-million-year Button Novels & Stories

"What can come out of cultivating for ten years, that's way too short!" "It's really not," said Wilbur. "One year out here is a thousand years in my mirror dimension." "What?" Augheimer was shocked. "Are you serious, Wilbur?"

I push my hands into my pockets. He widens his eyes. "No. No." "A life for a life." I smile at him. "It's either today, tomorrow, or never. Times given has been enough." I pull my right hand out of my pocket to brush my hair with it as I turn to look out at the city, though the large window. "You shouldn't be unlucky to loose two things. The money you want so much and the life you've got only one to live." I swallow. "I'll get the girl at the end of it all. I have my ways." I take two step forward and admire the city further. "So think properly. Have your own ways and save those two precious things."

This would be the 99th apology. Once, I used to hope each one would be the last. No more; I no longer hoped for anything. Leaving the jewelry store, I received a phone call. "Ms. Holt, I'm sorry to bother you again. We're willing to raise the annual salary to one million dollars. Would you consider joining us as the Design Director?" It was the third time the famous Ularian jewelry company had reached out. I had turned them down before, but this time, I said yes.

"You want to blackmail the entire human race into a peace treaty." "I prefer to call it a long-term service contract with a very high termination f*e," I said, a spark of violet lightning dancing across my knuckles. I reached out and hit the 'Connect' button on the console. The holographic displays of seven world leaders flickered into life, their faces a mask of suspicion and dread.

So, now that each of them had paid, in cash, which she would keep in a safe in the store, they were making wishes, among them showing a monitor of what could happen if they pressed the buttons. There they saw, who had the box of buttons on the table, when Péngyǒu saw that the various people affected in various parts of the world ran out screaming, saying seeing the despair on their faces, when they pressed the button, especially the black one. Oh, this one? It was when she asked about that moment, when she was smiling, she saw that one of the buyers, when putting his thumb in the Cancer Button, which she knew caused a wave of people who were affected without cancer.

"Don't make me go that far. I haven't shown you how cruel I really am. I'm being merciful to you now because you're pregnant. Not hurting pregnant women and babies is the only conscience I have left, but the only conscience I have left will be exhausted." "Don't try to explore how many consciences I have left. I can only tell you, not much, just a little. I have lived for 10,000 years. I have exhausted all my patience and goodwill after 10,000 years of waiting. My heart is harder and colder than the rock in the sea."

He continues to scan the pages, then turns the book on its side to look at a diagram. His eyebrows draw together as he tries to make sense of what he is looking at, then, "Hold on, it's saying here.... sen-oh-zo-ik era, sixty million years ago.... pal-ee-oh-zo-ik.... five hundred million years...." Brett gives her an angry look. "Is this the sort of thing that old man is giving you?" he demands. "A young girl reading this kind of thing?" Jenny's mouth drops open at his reaction. "What's wrong with it? It's a science book. About geology."

His finger hovered over the 'Y' key. "Once I press this," he said, "there is no going back. We become the most wanted people on the planet." "Press it," I said. He pressed the key. UPLOADING... 1% The progress bar moved painfully slow. "We need more bandwidth," Bex muttered. He typed furiously. "I am rerouting power from the cooling systems. I am cannibalizing the connection." UPLOADING... 15% Suddenly the red phone on the wall rang. It was a landline. An analog line that shouldn't exist.

"My god! It's a thousand-year-old purple ginseng! I've only gotten my hands on a few hundred-year-old purple ginseng before!" "It's real! I can't believe I saw a thousand-year-old purple ginseng! I'm glad I came tonight!" "I'll bid for 10 million dollars!" "11 million dollars!" "20 million dollars!" "50 million dollars!" "50 million dollars for No. 4. Going once. Going twice—" "60 million dollars!" someone yelled while raising the number of paddles.

“Huh? How did that even happen? Can we still go back then?” “If we can’t take over this universe, it’ll all be wishful thinking. If we’d like to go back, we can’t waste any more time… it’s been ten thousand years, and I’m growing impatient.”