My Space-time System Novels & Stories

James looked at the three behind him and said, “Let’s have a look, shall we? To increase our chances of obtaining the providence, we should enter different Space-Time Portals.” “Alright.” They nodded. After briefly glancing at one of the vortexes, he approached it and stepped into the Space-Time Portal.

He had his eyes opened as he kept gazing at the spatial crack flickering in front of him. He had forgotten all awareness of his purpose and lost all sense of time. He wasn't even sure if there was any concept of time in this space. Was the time passing every second like usual, or was the time staying still? Did time even exist here, Tsarayu had no idea. He just kept the focus on understanding the mysteriousness of space, which in turn increased his comprehension.

–2010. "It's like a time GPS, with the digits in the middle resonating to capture the exact time period you want to end up in, that is the date." Henry added as Franc nodded in approval. Another roar was heard and Prometheus was growing closer with every second. "Have you ever heard of the Einstein-Rosen bridge?" asked Franc who went on to explain without waiting for an answer as time was running out, "Einstein considered spacetime as a fabric; as another dimension as in take for example this paper."

Somehow I felt like someone impersonated themselves as this system and talked to me. {What is SP?} I ask the system in my mind. [SP is the system point. You can use it to purchase any knowledge in this universe no matter what it is or how strong it is.] Now the system mechanical voice returns to normal without tone and emotion, just like the first time it’s spoken to me. But, What kind of knowledge does this system have? {Show me the list of all the knowledge you have} I ask the system. [Commencing command]

From this new perspective, consciousness is not limited to passively reflecting the objective material world but plays an active role in creating reality itself. Investigations by scientists in the field of astrophysics have also led us to equally revealing discoveries. According to Einstein's theory of relativity, for example, space is not three-dimensional and time is not linear. From this point of view, space and time are not separate entities but are integrated into a four-dimensional continuum known as "spacetime." What we once perceived as boundaries between objects and distinctions between matter and empty space have ended up being replaced by something new.

“You weren’t paying attention in class, were you? Elder Anna explained spatial anomalies before! Let me simplify this. Our previous guesses were wrong because we were thinking only in terms of time. We assumed that the disorder of time had scrambled space. “But that’s not it. There’s more than one space. The distortions and overlaps we’re seeing? They’re the result of spaces gradually merging. Time and space aren’t following their usual hierarchy anymore; the fusion of space is now controlling the order of time. It’s as if fragments were inserted into the timeline, stretching it unnaturally.” I struggled to keep up. “And… our four groups? The differences in time we noticed?”

Faye. The space between us remained unstable, but I stepped forward again, reducing it further. The echo responded immediately. Not with expansion. But with a reduction. It weakened slightly, not collapsing, but adjusting as though it was responding to a missing parameter in its internal structure. That confirmed another layer of behavior. Proximity influenced stability. Not only emotion. Physical presence altered output consistency. I extended my hand fully. The system reacted again. The light dimmed further. Not abruptly. Not destructively.

Bold and experienced, he hesitated only briefly before quickly heading toward the basin. With his breakthrough in divine consciousness, Adrian was now more sensitive to the laws of the world, including spatial laws. This allowed him to create a spatial gate to travel to different locations. However, this required the stability of the space. The challenge was that if the space was unstable, establishing another spatial gate would be difficult, potentially leading to an awkward situation where he could become stranded in the turbulence of time and space.

Massive, glowing brass rings—each the size of a stadium—encircled the shaft, rotating at various speeds to generate a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated through their teeth. "They're using particle acceleration to stabilize local space-time," Vikram muttered, his hands trembling as he stared at his laptop screen, which was overwhelmed by massive, off-the-charts electromagnetic readings. "This whole facility is built directly inside a localized temporal bubble. We aren't just beneath Geneva anymore. We are technically existing outside the standard calendar." Kabir groaned, gripping his bleeding shoulder where the kinetic round had grazed his jacket. The golden hum of his revolver had dimmed to a