Reborn Space Novels & Stories

Blackie’s shard shook within Noah’s chest, “Hear me out! It’s all related!” “Oh?” Noah glared into empty space, waiting for an explanation, “I’m listening.” “When we were working on the whole worldborn project, we quickly and wisely realized that your high specs would cause endless troubles.” Blackie paused to light a candle in his heart for the several batches of worldborn who were either still in therapy or so damaged that the only thing that could be done is to send their poor unfortunate souls through reincarnation. Blackie cleared his virtual throat, “So we thought long and hard about how to solve the issue most effectively–”

It is certain that he received the most recent word claiming he has been deceased for approximately one or two hours, but that message has now been retracted. David Smith is still alive, and he is currently on his way to the nearby hospital. Riley made sure the communication did not contain any false information by examining it. The authorities say that despite the fact that he had stopped breathing and that rigour Mortis had already set in, he unexpectedly came back to life. "No, he was absolutely dead, but he was brought back to life." It is not like he came right away after being knocked out. He started to feel cold all over, but his heart continued to beat normally.

Amelia got up decisively and opened her laptop, diving straight into system calculations for the new project. Nova Nine Technologies' latest venture involved satellites in space, but the mechanical arms lacked precision and often struggled to handle complex malfunctions. They wanted to overcome these technical hurdles and extend the satellites' data collection capabilities.

Memories surged like a tide, yet I realized that apart from a faint sigh over the past, my heart was utterly still. No heartbreak. No anger. Not even a ripple. Only relief. Relief that, in this second life, I had finally seen Ethan for who he truly was. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Ethan. [Celia, Sophie is devastated over her grandfather. She's innocent and fragile, so I had to temporarily change the fireworks message to cheer her up. Don't overthink it, and don't go looking for trouble with her. This was entirely my decision.]

The same amount of time she suspects I’ve been inside the waking memory. I can't say I disagree with her train of thinking. But I stay quiet. What if he’s like me. Or similar to it. What if his memory walked and only remembers part of his past . What if it wasn't a memory and we’ve been reborn for another reason. There is no way to tell yet. I think of my own sessions with Emma that have yet to happen. I keep my face neutral. Not letting on the war of emotions inside me. Because if he is reborn… and he doesn’t know it fully yet…

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

Avery asked, her mind racing through the biological specs of the Reef. "The 'First-Born' have a different protein-folding protocol," Vogel explained, his hands shaking as he pulled up the data. "Their marrow grew with the Sombra, not on top of it. They have a natural 'Spiral-Bias.' If we could broadcast their bio-signature into the Lung, we could 'Smooth' the dissonance. But we’d need a massive amount of 'Sombra-Serum' to inoculate the network before the purge hits the Atlantic shelf. We don't have time to transport it from Miami."

Elijah was able to read and understand all of them, except for one. "What does sk-sk, um, that one mean." Elijah said pointing at the word. "Skyllamahrütshk." Peter said with ease. "That word is not human, and because of that it doesn't translate for ya." Elijah looked confused, still trying to say the word in his head how Peter did. "There's a key difference between reborn and, as their known, natural-born humans in this world. While all humans receive the benefits of mana, only the reborn seem to have the innate ability to translate most human languages."