Rezero Novels & Stories

I still had no idea what that whole fight was about and every time I brought it up both Zion and Kendra would either shut down the topic or ignore my question by starting a whole new conversation. Shaking away my thoughts, I made my way over to Zion who stared at the phone screen in concentration. The soft yellow light that surrounded him let me know that he was feeling calm. The hues changed as his emotions did. It fascinated me and I wanted to study the effect further but how could I? He already called me a crazy woman once, what would he call me next? I managed to make my way to Zion's side unnoticed. Peaking over his shoulder to see what held every drop of his concentration, I was surpri

she hisses. Shawn picks up, "Newsflash, the Reversal worked, but sadly it made life a female-dominated hell. We," he gestures between the two of us, "along with other 'rebels' devised a plan to turn the world around. We need to initiate equality, and you can help with step one. We need you to formulate another chemical, and when the time comes to release it--December 31st, 2020, by the way--your gas should be released," he sums up. I'm impressed. Shy Shawn is out the window, and this outspoken and direct Shawn is peeking through... I'm not mad about it.

It’s nearly 11:00 PM on the night of Day 6. "It doesn't all come back at once," he explains, his voice heavy with the weight of the secret. "Every time this happens, the brain rebuilds itself in stages. You won't fully remember the last seven years until midnight on the seventh day. It’s like your mind has to be sure you can handle the pain of the accidents before it gives you back the joy of the marriage." "Midnight tomorrow," I whisper. "Midnight tomorrow," he repeats. "The reset officially ends. You'll be twenty-five again. You’ll know my name, you’ll know our house, and you’ll remember why we decided to keep fighting."

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

“We think Final Release travels along continuity dependencies.” “Explain normally.” “If a future system says a state should never have been retained…” “…it begins removing the earlier retention events that allowed that state to persist.” “So it rewrites the preservation chain.” “Yes.” “Can we interrupt the dependency graph?” “Possibly.” Jonathan entered. “I've been thinking the same.” Of course. He projected Domain Zero architecture. Every retained state linked backward to a preservation authorization. Some explicit. Some assumed. Some inherited. Some fabricated by old systems.