Outcome Unscramble Novels & Stories

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Noah added: “…No pressure point.” Lila finished: “…No control.” — The system stabilized. Not perfectly. Not efficiently. Not predictably. But naturally. Small fluctuations continued. Localized decisions spread. Independent outcomes formed. The world— was no longer one system. It was many. — The screen flickered. A final message appeared. From the unknown. UNSTRUCTURED SYSTEM DETECTED. OUTCOME: UNDETERMINED. Silence. Because that— was the closest thing to uncertainty it had ever shown.

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"

On the very next line beneath Portia's elegant script, she wrote in her own gentle, flowing handwriting: No matter how big the storm, we never let go. Portia looked down at the words, her eyes glistening. Under the canopy of the glass greenhouse, surrounded by the warmth of thousands of fairy lights, the future no longer felt like a terrifying battlefield—it felt like a beautiful promise they were already living.