The Ministry Of Time Kindle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

“K?” “What? We’re friends, now right?’ I laugh at that and hugged them both. *** “Kaia” I turned my back to the person talking, “five more minutes.” I heard a sigh, “Come on now Kaia, its already noon.” I groaned and slowly stood up. “Slept late again?” I nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then we go downstairs to eat brunch. Cause apparently it is already one pm. “Hey Kay… what’s that on your wrist?”

I exclaim, "But they're just innocent people, exercising their God-given right to speech!?" "Yep," he stirs some sauce. "That smells good, by the way." "We could do it." "Huh?" "We could do it on our own," he places the spoon down, rushing over to my side. "You've lost me." He reaches into his Jean pocket, and I realize there's something huge in it. "Tha-That's—" "The time travel remote... thing." I glance over at it. The buttons for weather, place, and time glitter before me. The backlights aren't on, but the power it holds is bright enough. This is wild.

“It’s an ability called Past sight. It doesn’t bring anyone back. It just… lets you see them. One moment. Clear. Real. Like you’re standing there again.” He didn’t move. I kept going. “I could use this so you could see you mom again.” His jaw tightened. “That’s impossible.” “It’s not,” I said. “I’m a chronokeeper, bending time is what I do. Sure this maybe dangerous. Stupid. Probably forbidden. But not impossible.” He crossed the room in two steps. Took the book from my hands. Read the page. Then the margin notes. Then the warnings. He closed it slowly. “I’m usually the one doing stupid thing like this,” he said. “But are you sure you want to do this.”

Just the file, a send timestamp of five thirty-one AM, and a duration of four minutes and twelve seconds. I pressed play.

CAN MAYBE BUY MINUTES. Minutes. In this place, minutes are a currency with blood under the ink. I look at the black column and the little signatures wrapped around it. Children choosing not to be afraid because the adults who owned the lights, food, medicine, doors, beds, and names had arranged the world until fear became the most expensive thing left. Then another terminal wakes. This one does not show Leo. It shows me. ELENA VALE / SUBJECT ZERO / CARRIER SOURCE. MODEL UPDATED. New lines fill the screen faster than I can read.

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

The time ahead would be mine and mine alone. The End

“Good. Just let me know when I can fetch you. I’m still on the home service of one of my patients as of now but I can drive to your apartment perhaps in less than three hours.” Minerva paused. She looked at the Hello Kitty watch that she had since she was a grade-schooler. It’s seven in the morning. Perfect for a nice warm bath for a pregnant single mother like her. “Sure. I’ll just have my preparations.” “Sure, Minnie! Bye for now.” Then the receiver on the other end was now silent. As silent as the morning, if not for her stomach’s rumbling that signals her that it’s her breakfast time. She treaded towards her bathroom that’s no less than a few steps from her bed, and took a nice warm show

At the school gate where I would be at three fifteen. At the boy who would come through the doors at three seventeen. At the two minutes. The specific two minutes of thoroughness. "Three fifteen," she said. "I'll be there," I said. "I know," she said. She ended the call. I held the ammonite. I thought about *accidental.* About the chapter title. About whether anything that had happened was accidental. The application at 11:58 PM. The mineral display at the charity event. The ammonite given for the right moment.