Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

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"Both of you. Exactly as simple as that." Neither Ivan nor I said anything for a moment. There was nothing that needed adding to that. Rem appeared in the doorway at nine in the evening. His face carried the operational version that had replaced the crisis version. The immediate situation was resolved. "You need to see something. When you are ready." "Now." "You are supposed to be resting." Ace's voice carried a warning. "I am resting horizontally. Bring the tablet, Rem." Rem brought it. On the screen was a formal communication. The kind of document drafted by people who understood exactly how to present power in written form.

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

Zach and I simply were not suitable for each other. Zach recalled his earlier message and sent a new one. [I shouldn’t have said that last part. I don't want Ruby to see it. She’s pregnant and tends to overthink things. Just treat what I said as something that needs to be handled. I’ll make it up to you in three years with the rest of my life.] I could not help but let out a laugh. Two minutes later, he recalled that message too.

"But she recognizes you. She keeps holding your photo and calling for her daughter." My hand trembled around the phone for just a second, but I steadied myself. "Alright. Thank you for letting me know." After I hung up, my emotions were a tangled mess. All I had left for any of them was a quiet sense of how things had come full circle. … Six months later, I returned to Havenport with my son. In the time I had been away, I had led Wynn Group to one major deal after another, and the company had quickly risen to the top of the industry. My name had become synonymous with the brand, and I had turned Wynn Group into something no one could ignore.

Emerson follows. "If you knew Rage as well as I do. You'd know he has no trouble getting it up or keeping it up; all night long." Emerson starts to run her hot pink fingernail down my chest. Remi's eyes turn icy pale lavender with black slits. Iridescent scales slide down her arms.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Only the silence of a thousand hearts that didn't beat. "My name is **Unit R-01**," the double said. "But for the sake of the ledger, you may call me **Remnant**. And I am here to facilitate the transition of the remaining organic matter into the Archive." "Organic matter?" I spat, stepping up beside the real Rowan. I was trembling, the weight of the "Reboot" still making my head swim. I felt frail, stripped of the violet fire that had defined me for so long. "You’re talking about people. Families. Pups who have just seen the sun for the first time."

She looked down at the dark screen, then back up at me with a playful tilt of her head. "What's the code, Mr. Lombardi? Or is it some top-secret biometric scan?" I felt a ghost of a bitter smile touch my lips, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Nothing that high-tech. It’s just numbers." I paused, "It's Remo’s birthday. Zero-five, one-two."

After few minutes of training, Mrs Smith came to address everybody, both newly assigned assassinators and special ones (old members) "Good morning, everyone!" "Good morning, ma'am!" They replied bowing down. "Without wasting much of our time, I will go straight to the point. My son, Justin, of which all of you know had an accident and is suffering amnesia now will be staying here. He had little memory of this place and so it isn't a familiar environment to him especially in his condition right now. So I took it upon myself to come here and inform you all personally to treat him well and respect him… have I made myself clear?!" She said sharply.