Infinite Reaction の小説・ストーリー

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

Felt something vast and ancient and cruel recoil. For a moment, I wasn’t in the stacks at all. I was *inside* the system—inside a web of loops and funnels and processing nodes, all of them built around the assumption that there would *always* be more. More buses. More “components.” More regret to eat. My simple sentence cut a swath through that web. No more new inputs. No more infinite engine. A finite list. A last cycle. Then nothing. Silence. Release. The cords binding me went incandescent, searing my skin.

"Such as?" "The Infinite Market opens in eleven days. Dead-universe entities will be arriving to trade. They possess energy reserves from collapsed realities, resources that have been hoarded for billions of years. If we can position ourselves as the Market's primary broker, taking a percentage of every transaction as a facilitation f*e..." "How much percentage?" "Standard market-maker spread. Two point five percent on each side. Based on the projected trade volume from the Principal Creditor's transformation data, the first month of operations could generate between fifty and eighty trillion."

This alarmed Eva greatly. People always loved the idea of immortality. As though becoming one allowed them to learn everything and become ultimately powerful. Or of simply looking young forever. It was possible, yes. But most didn't understand the complexity of 'infinity'. Those who were infinite would see countless finite things rise and fall. Towns, cities, planets, civilizations, galaxies, friends, family, children, grandchildren, entire legacies. Eventually, they would all end. Beyond them, the only thing that existed was the void itself.

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And he was the only one qualified for the job. He pulled out his notebook. Anomaly 41: The Injury. Cale broke a bone. He didn't heal instantly. Anomaly 42: The Battery. He runs out of power. He wrote a new hypothesis. Hypothesis 13: He isn't infinite. He can die. And Elion Marrow decided, right then and there, that he would burn the whole world down before he let that happen.

her mother ordered. They were surprised by a strong thunderstorm, something unusual for this time of year. The three of them fought a war in the middle of the room, while the employees rushed to close the windows. "I don't need to apologize for telling the truth," he roared. "It's all right! I don't need him to apologize to me," Meg replied, trying to end the fight. They looked at each other for some time, saying nothing. He felt himself being drawn into the blue immensity of her gaze. All their interactions always ended the same way, with James roaring and then running away.

She asked. Patrice looked at Helga who is praying or something beside her. She’s totally not into her body again. Yeah. Night’s fault. Michelle smiled. “I guess so. But don’t you worry. They said that Infinite is actually a cool and kind group.” She cheered her on. Patrice smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I hope so.” She replied half-heartedly. *Perhaps Infinite without Death Note is a cool and kind group.* She thought as she straightened herself.

Together, let’s make this story something unforgettable. With endless love and gratitude, Perfect Infinity

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.