Lab Rats Leo From The Future Novels & Stories

Dr. Cole's laboratory looks different from what Celine can remember. It wasn't this big a month before she visited for her interview. But she can't deny that it looks more like a scientist's lab now. She almost forgot that she's still mourning Derek's untimely demise. "Don't look so surprised! We're in the future now, which is the year 2030." Dr. Cole reminded her. "Right, I can't believe that your time machine really works, Dr. Cole," Celine replied.

I screamed, lunging toward him. "Mother, look at the floor!" Leo’s voice was a frantic, indigo-shaking shout. My son was kneeling at the base of the spire, his indigo runes scrolling through a series of red "FUTURE-DEBT" warnings. The floor of the Fifth Layer was not made of stone; it was made of Projected Time. I saw images of the Thirtieth Cycle, the Fiftieth, the One-Hundredth. And in every one, Leo was standing as the Lone Administrator, his eyes silver, his heart a clock of salt.

TIME: 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE IRON WHALE - MEDICAL BAY. STATUS: AFTERMATH. The smoke was clearing, but the air was bitterly cold from the nitrogen leak. Leo was sitting on the floor, dazed. His face was covered in soot, and blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, but he was grinning like a maniac. "Did you see that?" Leo wheezed, clutching his bruised ribs. "Ren froze a tank. He literally froze a tank. That was... that was awesome."

As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face. Christopher looked at me smugly, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes from time to time. That familiar look instantly dragged me back into the past. Every time he wore that expression, it meant I was about to be whipped. At the thought of the pain from those days, I flinched. Christopher smiled with satisfaction. Meanwhile, the researcher of the basement laboratory, Gene Harding, chuckled at Eliza's words and cast a meaningful glance over Christopher. "I told you that as long as you handed Sutton Parker over to me for five years, Christopher would definitely recover. Here's the medicine—take it home with you. After seven days, Christoph

His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for. Leo was professing his love after all this time and what he wanted to do within the next five year of his life. But did he even realize that five hears has passed that he did not talk to her? She could not help but question it all, Capri would not stop her life to let him in after this realization.

I was just about to fire back a reply and curse at whoever this was when I suddenly noticed something off. The timestamp on the messages looked wrong. The time displayed was "March 3, 2030." I quickly switched back to my home screen and opened the calendar. The date clearly showed March 3, 2025. This message was sent from 2030? That meant it came from five years in the future. No. Something was not right. This had to be a hallucination caused by too much work stress lately. I took a deep breath and opened the message thread again.

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

Derek had posted a nine-photo grid with the caption: One Last Night Before the Bond. In the center photo, Lyra’s cheeks were flushed. She was leaning bonelessly against Cassian, and his hand rested lightly at her waist.

into existence for him. ​The three of them stood in the center of the high-tech lab, surrounded by the wreckage of the simulation. They weren't "Billionaires" or "Gods." They were three people, shivering in the cold air of a 2026 Manhattan afternoon. ​"We’re here," Leo whispered, touching the cold tile of the floor. "Mommy, we’re really here."

“Okay, Uncle Zion.” Miranda went in, and Ben quickly introduced her to one of Star Tech’s engineers. The three of them were chatting happily when Leo walked in from the entrance in a deep gray suit, wearing a warm, easy smile. “There you are,” Leo greeted her. Miranda turned to Ben. “Excuse me for a moment.” She stepped away with Leo and the two sat down on a lounge sofa. Leo looked around with a hint of emotion in his eyes. “I still can’t believe this lab was able to reopen. It’s amazing.”