Logging In 10000 In The Future Novel Novels & Stories

as I down an oil-soaked fry. "I went to the future. I mean, like 2042 so not that far, and--" he spaces out. There's this blank look in his eyes. I can't place it, but somehow that honey color turns deep brown. He takes another bite of the horrendous burger, so this must be bad. "Wh-What?" "There was nothing. The land--i-it was empty." "Like what? Pollution, or--" "There were no people, no plants, just hollow buildings. I--"

And most importantly, Zaha's writing ability was very mediocre, coupled with the randomness of the future he saw. He didn't know. But he had received the message well. Zaha swung his left hand, and a black raven appeared in his bedroom window. “Your Highness Hyacinth, I just found information about the future that the other me saw in the past.” He stared blankly at the black raven's blood-red irises. “I think… Harriet Goldlane will soon become an immortal.”

Past the new logo glowing on every screen. Past the ghosts that used to live here. Into the elevator. Into the future. We won. And it feels like peace.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

Behind him, through the doorway, I caught a glimpse of Michael in the study, head bent over papers, unaware of the conversation that had just taken place. *The future is still unwritten.* The fountain burbled beside me, water flowing endlessly in its circular path. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine, just for a moment, what that future might hold. My phone buzzed again with another message from Michael. *We need to talk. Tonight.* My heart stuttered. Whatever came next, one thing was certain—there would be no turning back.

“I can’t see her future anymore. It’s gone dark.” We both stared at the whirlpool that had now stopped. We were both having the same thought. How long can we fight underwater for? Right as I was going to take my shirt off, Nova’s future came rushing at me in a million variations. I fell to my knees overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. There were so many and they came at me so fast that I couldn’t really see. All had Nova’s siren looking different. There were darker futures than I liked, but she was okay.

The final battle of Game 8 was still waiting for us tomorrow, but as I looked out the window at the starlit campus, I knew the internal war was already over. How much longer could Caleb keep searching for a way to rewrite our history... when my future had already been written across the ice with someone else?

⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued. ⸻ Nyra standing alone beside the ocean. 🌊 ⸻ Holding a silver book. 📖 ⸻ Inside the book… She saw the future. ⸻ Not one future. ⸻ Every future. ⸻ Millions. ⸻ Billions. ⸻ Trillions. ⸻ And every single one ended the same way. ⸻ Reality died. 💀 ⸻ The dream ended. ⸻ Everything vanished.

But his third eye will give light under a fire on him. Is Zerryl the future prepossessing woman of Eric? Please be ready for the incoming chapters.

Because that was the cost of victory. Not the death of the old world. But the birth of a new one. And the old world's irrelevance. Twenty-three hours until Iris's plan begins. Twenty-three hours until integrated humans take their place as leaders. Twenty-three hours until the world changes forever. And there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. Because it is inevitable. It is beautiful. It is the future. And it is already here.