Past Avatars Novels & Stories

He ended the text with a victory hand emoji. Hendrix snorted and took a screenshot. This time, he sent the screenshot directly to Sabrina. "Sabrina, congratulations on your wedding. We'll never meet again." After sending it, he blocked both Sabrina and Rowan. From now on, they would be completely erased from his life. The flight attendant greeted him with a smile. "Have a pleasant flight, sir." Hendrix returned the smile politely. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it." Then, he boarded the plane without a second glance.

The figures inside the rooms stepped out. Ava gasped. Ethan froze. Because the people emerging weren’t from their pasts. They were… Each other. Ava blinked, heart stopping. Another Ava stepped out of the right room—a perfect replica. Another Ethan stepped from the left—eyes cold. Kane’s voice vibrated through the facility. > “You refused to choose your past. Very well— Choose your present.” Both duplicates raised weapons at them. Ava and Ethan stood back to back, hands linked, breaths synchronized.

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

he asked, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth. ​"Yeah. The first one was twenty years ago. It was much more tragic than yours, but there was still a survivor," I said, taking a bite of my food. ​"A survivor? What happened to them?" ​I stared at him, realizing I didn't actually have the answer. We hadn't had the chance to ask Miriam for the details back then. "To be honest, I have no idea," I admitted. He just smiled and nodded. ​By noon, Ashton arrived while Luke and I were caught up in something on the television. "How are the two of you doing?" Ash asked, plopping down next to me.

A shifting, high-definition avatar of the man who had bought the world. "Clara," the wind spoke, the voice sounding like a thousand boardrooms in unison. "Look at the peace I have bought you. No more Auditors. No more wars. No more loss. We are finally... Stable." "Stable is just another word for Dead, Julian!" Clara shouted, stepping toward the avatar. "Look at the gardener! Look at the birds! They’re trapped! You haven't saved them; you’ve Archived them!"

She used the chance to stand up. She shook her head and stared at Kai, thinking to herself, "Drunk people really spit nonsense sometimes," Liana made a phone call, "Hello, Raven? Please come here. Your friend is drunk," The following day, Kai returned with his usual self like nothing had happened. Liana also didn't mention anything about the last day for she doesn't know how to open it up. It was lunch break and Liana was walking in the lobby with Pat, both of them bound to part ways to continue their jobs when Liana heard an over dramatic gasp from Pat.

“What the hell is that?” “An avatar,” Damian replied. “A partial construct—Carter’s physical projection.” The avatar tilted its head, its voice coming from multiple speakers at once. “Flesh wants to survive. Code wants to evolve. Which side are you on, Eli?” Eli fired. Bullets tore through the avatar’s torso, each impact leaving a spray of sparks and synthetic blood that evaporated instantly. The creature staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, it lunged forward, impossibly fast, striking Eli with enough force to send him sliding across the floor.

The only way is for him to time travel himself. Being a big guy causes some issues with Chad. He can't run fast and so does everyone in the year 2030. They use their avatars to go out of their homes causing them to get obese. A few people exercise during this time since they can always use their perfect-looking avatars anyway.

“What…” Ethan moved beside her. “What is it?” Ava couldn't answer. The screen displayed a list. MEMORY ARCHIVE SUBJECTS: 8,214,639,112 Ethan stared. “That isn't possible.” Jonathan whispered, “It is now.” Ava scrolled. Each person had a file. A lifetime of memories. But beneath every name was another designation. ORIGINAL MEMORY: LOCKED RESTORED MEMORY: ACTIVE Ava's heart pounded. “These aren't memories Genesis created.” “No,” Amelia said.

a human library of a tragedy that was no longer "Real." Avery sat on the steps of the broken Thorne-Ares fountain, watching a group of children play in the indigo mist. To them, the world was a "Beginning." To her, it was a "Correction." "I can't 'Sync' with them, Dad," Avery said, her voice sounding like a record skipping in a room full of live music. "I’m still 'Calculating' the 'Debt.' I’m still 'Auditing' the 'Friction.' My mind is a 'Hard-Drive' full of a 'Deleted-World.' I’m not 'Living' in 2024; I’m just 'Simulating' it."