Portal To The Future Novels & Stories

"South Pacific. No technology except me. No reporters. No threats. Just sand and silence." "Portal activates... now." A shimmering doorway appears in the center of the dance floor. It’s not a real teleport—it’s a holographic overlay for the transport chopper landing on the roof, but it looks magical. "Where does it go?" Alex asks, looking at the shimmering light. "Everywhere you've wanted to rest," Echo says. "Nowhere anyone can find you." "Will you go?" I look at Alex. I look at Aria. "With our daughter?" I ask.

"I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm." I realized, with a soul-crushing jolt, that my presence wasn't an intrusion. It was a requirement. He knew I was coming. He had known since the foundation of the world that a man from the future would stand at the foot of his cross. My arrival hadn't probed into history; it had finished it. My machine, my team, my entire life’s work—it was all designed by the very events I was currently watching, an endless, self-sustaining loop of divine orchestration.

"After your failure, I will offer you the opportunity to redeem yourself." "Send Crux for the job." Randolf gave a nod. "We have created a new technology, a portal that can teleport people, although it is now only available to A-rank and lower." "The Club's Fair...Eliza Kraus... Clean them up." "I hope you succeed this time... If not, I'll delegate that 'task' to someone else." "Sure, Crux won't let us down." That brought the meeting to a close. They all left the room one by one, leaving Randolf alone.

“I’d like the steak you cooked yourself.” He laughed as well, and his gaze was as sweet as honey. “Alright. I’ll cook for you forever.” He held my hand and laced our fingers together. My plane soon departed. As I watched the capital grow smaller, I felt my heart calming down. My screen showed the messages Samuel had just sent me. [Send me a message once you’ve arrived. I’ll be done with my project next year. Once it’s completed, I’ll keep you company at MIT. [Also, your wedding gift is the introduction to String Theory. I just finished writing it last night.

My phone goes off and I immediately open the group chat GUNNAR: HEY EVERYONE! COME OVER TO OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU FINISH YOUR CLASSES. WE HAVE SOMETHING TO DISCUSS WITH EVERYONE. DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF FOOD AND DRINKS. TRY TO CARPOOL IF YOU CAN SINCE THERE ARE A LOT OF US AND THE DRIVEWAY IS ONLY SO BIG. BEAR: 😎🍕🍔🥨 CHASE: We're already here bro trying to get ahead in our assignments. We will be out whenever people start showing up.

She had been in the non-speaking position for most of the day's briefings, a capacity she maintained with characteristic precision, and she had the look she had when she had been thinking about something for a while and had decided the moment for the question had arrived. "Can I ask a strategic question?" she said. "Of course," She came into the room and stood at the end of the table. "Torvi's portal technology," she said. "The way she takes it to a location, she anchors it through the spatial memory of someone who has been there." "Yes," "Has she ever taken the portal to a place she's never been when the person going with her has been there before?" she said. "Not the person describing it t

“I need time.” The portal flared behind him, glowing brighter, waiting. Waiting for me. Waiting for a future I did not know if I wanted.

He showed us some of the old technologies from 1500 years ago, it was our kind first ever rocket to land on Mars carrying passengers not only a space rover. He also showed us the first portal that ever build which connected with the land of Xenon planet, a planet that was discovered 645 years ago because of it. It isn't working anymore unfortunately but it's the fundamental of our portals in today modern day. We can now use portals to connect to basically everywhere with a portal connected to it, to connect one portal to another the portal makers should program the codes so that one portal could pair with another one that is approved so there's no accidental mistakes where people enter wrong

The portal to the future stood before us, a shimmering gateway back to the world we knew. With one last glance, we exhaled a collective breath and stepped into the swirling vortex. The tears continued to flow, blurring our vision, as the portal enveloped us, swallowing us whole. At that moment, we knew that we were leaving behind a woman who had become our mother, despite the limited time we had known her. As we journeyed back to the future, we carried with us the weight of our emotions, forever changed by the unexpected reunion and the bittersweet goodbye.

"Jarvaldo, go with Seff, but he is in charge.” Jarvaldo groaned. “Bring more samples with him,” Rovell instructed the duo, referring to the hundred dollar note. “When will the final stages of the portal be ready, Farrah?” Dymian concentrated on her as she adjusted his collar. On a wise note, Farrah’s assurance was in a layered honey tone. “The portal is opening. The vortex is a small crack but it is growing wider and will get the job done.” Contemptuously, Dymian snickered his mind as dark thoughts flooded him. With a devious chortle, he kissed the tip of Farrah’s nose. “Marvelous!”