Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

"That's far too noticeable. I guess you can just teleport me back home, but I swear if you take me to Larefirus-" "Enough talking," Zariel took Rademos's hands. "Woah, Zariel, wait, I'm not-" Whoosh! Rademos felt himself land again, but this time his feet didn't cause him to stumble, and there was no mighty wind or white light. He opened his eyes and saw himself in his bedroom. His door had been broken, and he could hear his mother and sister calling out his name. He looked around and saw that his window was open. He would have to figure out a lie for now.

The monitor labeled the reactivation sequence as: > MIRA-VN: 0_0_1 / ALPHA ROOT DESIGNATION: ZERO ACCESS: SYSTEM OVERRIDE Adrian stood so fast his chair fell backward. Sera’s voice cut in from comms: “What the hell is ‘Zero’?” Elias stared at the blinking cursor and said, dead quiet: “It’s what Mira made before you.” In the hall… Zero walked barefoot along the steel floor. Each step corrected itself. Each muscle learned as it moved. She didn’t breathe out of necessity. She breathed to practice what it meant to be alive.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th