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

It was a clean, self-cleaning problem. I texted the number that sent the message: Keep using her, One Million more, One week. The reply came almost immediately. Unknown: one week , one million done. Video will be provided. I threw the phone on the bed and grabbed aa quick shower then headed back down. I walked over to where the event coordinator was standing by the scale model, clearing his throat to start explaining the seating arrangements. Before the guy could even open his mouth, one of the doors at the front of the grand hall swung wide. A security guard hurried inside, breathless, and looked straight at my dad.

“What do you mean what? You told me yourself - 100 seconds equals a minute, 100 minutes equal an hour. Here, we’ve got 60 seconds a minute, 60 minutes to an hour. Those seconds really add up!” “Sure, but it’s only ten hour cycles, while you’ve got twenty-four hour days! I figure two of my cycles equals about one day, right?” “Your math is seriously the worst. 60 times 60 times 24 is 86,400. 100 times 100 times 10 is 100,000! Each cycle you go through is longer than a day on Earth!” Eva was immediately taken aback. Her sense of time had always been crappy. Combined with the fact that she no longer aged, she realized that her ability to track time was shot beyond belief. But she didn’t think

Mr Jones said a little bit of surprise. Amelia checked her wristwatch , her eyes almost burgled out of socket as the time was 2pm Sharp. "Damn it you old man ! You freaking cause this!" Amelia said feeling frustrated about the whole thing. DEEP BLUE POOL. Thousands of people were outside , which was confusing Amelia the most as she has never been to such a place, suddenly an unknown red hairy lady walked towards her. " I want you to sell your ticket to me, I'm ready to pay you any amount, name your price!" The strange lady said, trying to show off her wealth.

Her trembling thumb hovered over the two buttons: one red, one green. “Come on… come on…” she muttered, scanning the servers for any clue, any sign, any label. Nothing. 10 seconds. “Lucas, I hope I get to see you again,” she whispered. The snow howled. 5 seconds. She closed her eyes. 2 seconds. She pressed the green button. Silence. Then… a long, static beep. The countdown stopped. She collapsed onto her back, the snow swallowing her. Somewhere behind her, the servers hummed softly, spared from destruction.

,asked Sam, wiping his tears with his bloody hands, smearing blood on his own face absent-mindedly. "Well...it is a time-accumulator",said Oliver, inhaling sharply."It- When given enough time-energy....a red button is beneath it. When you press the button after providing enough time-energy in it. It will give you a chance to go back in time, as far as you wanna go in the past, but you can fix only one mistake." Sam smiled and said,"That's the best birthday gift anyone has ever given me..." Oliver nodded and said,"Its paining a lot"

the system said to Quickstep. "What?! Even a song from you costs one shop point?" Quickstep was astounded by the system. "Affirmative, host," the system replied to Quickstep. "This is going to be a boring vacation," Quickstep said as he accepted his one hundred year recovery program. 1 day 2 days 1 month 12 months 1200 months A century has passed by swiftly together with the changing of seasons. "Congratulations, host. You have fully recovered from your injuries," the system notified Quickstep after one thousand two hundred months and ten days.

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

I bite my lip and try to hold it in, but soon I can feel the pressure building up. "Come on, Kent." I moan. "Don't stop." But he doesn't respond and I can feel my body shaking. “Please, let me come.” He smirks, stroking my hair: “Good girl, every time it makes me harder when you beg for it.” He resumes his pounding, the base of his cock hitting my G-spot every time. I dig my nails into the bar, biting my lip to stifle another scream.

Prevent disruption. Now two relics from history are asking me to do the opposite. --- When I open my eyes, the clearing feels different. Not sacred. Not mythical. Just a place where difficult decisions happen. --- “How long do I have to decide?” I ask. “Three months,” Alia says. “That’s not long.” “Convergence indicators are accelerating.” --- I look at AER-9. “If we do this… the world will never know it was intentional.” “Correct.” “So history will call it a glitch.”