Power Man: Timeless 소설 & 이야기

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

I smiled at my silly thoughts before remembering were on a mission to stop a disease that could potentially wipe the human race off the planet. Hours passed and the room was crowded with more people. There was a huge countdown on the screen showing 30 minutes left for the second trial. Everyone was making sure everything is stabilized and calibrated. I look at the dome in the center with some sort of speakers surrounding it. “Penny for your thoughts?” Louie spoke beside me casually handing me a snack. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cool night air. “Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?”

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HEADQUARTERS Jordan's dark pair of ocean eyes were strictly focused on some documents as he worked busily being isolated in his office. His chocolate brown pigmented hair were messy but it charmed him more while his professional attire screamed extreme richness. Jordan Lawrence was no easy man after all. His every second was money making him intimidatingly the most powerful man in the world business. He was the best known tycoon in the entire continent. Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources.

The Insaka being the extension of this worldwide power, we faked the death of this gallant soldier on his death day to show the world of our allegiance. ‘I understand honorable, the world is a better place when power lies in the people with limitless wealth, that ensures there is zero corruption and low levels of intolerance. That is what made Subi the best candidate. She is full of energy, rich through her initiative and very beautiful. Above it all she is single.’ ‘You understand my reality now honorable?’ Hon Chanda asked. ‘You are welcome mum, we are lucky to have women of valor like you who are passionate about our nation. I will communicate to the rest.’

Tugging on his shirt, the smaller woman asked. “Because I have nothing to say.” He smiled and remained quiet. “Let’s make a toast.” She squeaked again. “To a future we will most likely never see but will be in control of.” The intimidating man boomed. “To it.” They all replied in unison.

"This must be expensive, huh?" It was my pocket watch. My mom's. The only thing she ever left me. I'd cried over it more times than I could admit. I polished that thing every day like it was sacred. One scratch and it wrecked me. And Donna knew that.

“Deal! This is gonna be great!” *** “So, are you heading to Adrian for Christmas?” Jordan asked him. “Nope,” Tim said. “I kinda figured with me being the new guy I’d get put on the duty roster first. What about you?” “I usually volunteer to work so the guys with kids can have the time off,” Jordan answered. “Sounds like a plan. Me and you, holding down the fort,” Tim agreed.

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.