Logging 10000 Years In The Future Novel Novels & Stories

The clothes and I simply materialized out of nowhere. I placed the garment on the scanning blueprint machine, aiming to record every atom and deduce the era it hailed from. This information was pivotal for my journey to that specific time. The smart device strapped to my wrist was brimming with data necessary for the impending future war. In moments, the year 2112 flashed on its screen. Was it truly 80 years into the future? Activating the smart device on my left arm, my body began to feel ethereal, as the body vibration got higher and higher and suddenly, I felt like I was connecting with every point in the universe simultaneously.

“The fact that there are blood tears spilling down her eyes and she was found here of all places seems like a warning of sorts. Whether this is something beyond our understanding or some stupid antics of an enemy pack, we won’t know. But safe to say, dad has taken this very seriously…” “A warning of what?” I frowned. “Goddess knows,” Logan sighed. “But…winter is coming,” “And?” “Elder Ansel predicted that this was going to be one of the worst winters we have faced. And the last time something like this happened was thirty-four years ago, the time of the Cold War,” Noah said. “You believe Elder Ansel? What is he now? A weather expert?” I grimaced. "Winters are always hard, anyway. It has got

Only futures waiting to be explored. Her phone buzzed one last time.Clara.“The archive has no endpoint.”Everlyn typed back.“Neither does humanity.”The response took longer than usual.Then finally:“Perhaps that is the same thing.”Everlyn stared at the message.At the city.At the endless possibilities unfolding beyond the glass.And for the first time since all of this began she stopped thinking about where humanity was going.Because maybe the destination had never been the point.Maybe survival depended on preserving the ability to imagine destinations that didn't exist yet.And somewhere inside the ever growing Archive of Possibilities billions of futures waited.Not to be chosen.Not to be predic

Some promises outlive the species that made them. 3. Lyon, 2091 – The Last Paper Diary Found in 2136 beneath a fallen library shelf, wrapped in oilcloth, pages soft as skin. 14 October 2091 I am the last one, or close enough. Ninety-three, maybe ninety-four—calendars died before I did. The machines let me stay because I never asked for power, only a corner of rooftop and water for the pomegranate tree I have carried seed by seed since the Geneva bunker fell.

And for the first time in a hundred years, the Davis line wasn't defined by the friction of what they had lost, but by the warmth of what they had found. ​"Happy New Year, Papa," Nora whispered as the clocks of the Respiration struck the turn of the century. ​Kael looked up at the ice-ceiling, which was now reflecting the green light of the Father-Root. "Happy New Year, Nora. Let’s go see what the next hundred years have to say."

"The Century Protocol has evolved into a Millennium Baseline. The moss in the tunnels is now capable of self-repair and localized energy generation. Even if we were to vanish today, the city would remain powered, secure, and un-auditable for the next thousand years. We’ve built a legacy that doesn't require heirs, only inhabitants." I looked at my family: the Butcher, the Wraith, the Omen, the Heir, and the Auditor. We had spent our lives in the pressurized dark, believing that the only way to survive was to control the narrative. We were wrong. The only way to survive was to become the atmosphere. "The math is zero," I said, feeling the weight of thirty years of anxiety finally evaporate in

Moon Seer Hera delivered the message and for the first time in many years warmth returned to Lucien's heart. His loneliness became hope, and his despair became waiting. He no longer remained inside his room waiting for death. Instead... He began waiting for her. ... The seasons changed, the world changed. Years became decades and decades became centuries. One hundred years - two hundred years - five hundred years and one thousand years. Exactly as Lady Miravel had foretold and now... The world had entered a new era, an era of glass buildings, bright cities, cars, technology... The age of humans.

However, after hesitating for a moment, I waited until Garrett was not looking, grabbed my phone, took a quick photo under my skirt, and sent it to Leonard. [Delicious.] When I saw Leonard's reply, I quickly deleted our entire chat history. Just then, Garrett raised his glass of red wine. "To our anniversary." "To our anniversary." I raised my glass nervously, my mind somewhere else. After dinner, when it was time to shower, I had just undressed in the bathroom when my husband walked in. "We haven't bathed together in a long time, have we?" He did not seem bothered by my surprised look. The moment we stood under the same shower head, his hands started wandering over my body.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

I asked that question because it was very ridiculous behavior. "You're weird Al, the only person I can't see the future of. Everyone you deal with is also starting to be unpredictable to me. At first that was my only reason, but after watching all the time this strange feeling emerged. For thousands of years I have lived a new life the first time I felt that strange feeling. After I investigated it turned out that it was the same feeling they were feeling." "Wait a minute! Thousands of years? Wasn't this world formed just a thousand years?" Noe probed.