“Grandpa.” I want to stop him baut Grandma take my hand..“Aurora, just forget Alexander, find a new love for you. You need to be strong.” Grandma said but his finger on my hand was wariting in silance. Saying, ‘it is not time yet, too may eyes still following you.’“Go get healrty, travel the worls, we will recommend you a few good place.” Gradna ma Stood. “But before that. I must prepare yourself.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Two weeks after my discharge from the hospital, my recovery was progressing slowly. The weight I had lost - a staggering 18 kilos in a month due to sadness. Now, slowly but surely, I was regaining my strength and weight. Sitting in the garden, enveloped by the nurturing presence of Grandma and Grandpa Robert, the world seemed to stand still, each moment a step towards recovery.The tranquility was punctuated by Lucas's arrival. He joined us, his presence a quiet comfort.“I am sorry about Xander,” Lucas said, his voice soft and laden with unspoken emotions.I
BiancaI was driving the truck through the parched landscape, trailed by six other trucks, each carrying vital supplies. Our destination was a village, visibly withered by the relentless drought. The dust billowed high as we passed through the arid terrain.As our convoy neared the small village, I could see the inhabitants' eyes, heavy with sadness and tinged with fear, as they looked towards us. Climbing down from the truck, I confronted the gathering locals, “Who is the alpha here?” My voice echoed with authority, yet laced with concern.An elderly woman, her face etched with the harshness of life, shook her head slowly. “We already lost our alpha in a village war,” she whispered, her voice trembling like autumn leaves.I sighed inwardly, 'Another village without an Alpha.' Outwardly, I maintained my composure and turned to my team. “Distribute the supplies among the villagers,” I commanded, my voice firm yet empathetic.I stood by the truck, the dust swirling around my feet, and g
The bullet, fired by Jared’s soldier, whizzed menacingly towards my face.My obedience to my family was unshakable, yet beneath this facade, a storm of pent-up anger raged, fostered over years of strict obedience. My usual outlet was training, but now, an alternative path for release presented itself.Swiftly, I shifted my head to the right, narrowly evading the bullet's deadly trajectory. My voice, a thunderous command, broke the tense air. “Kill them all,” I bellowed.Instantaneously, my followers, skilled and stealthy, drew their concealed weapons. Even the nurse took out her handgun. The sound of multiple gunshots was almost heard as one big sound. They unleashed a barrage of gunfire on the ten assailants, their movements so rapid and precise that it defied human capabilities. Within a mere three seconds, all of Jared's men lay lifeless, each succumbing to a fatal headshot.The village, once bustling and alive, plunged into a stunned silence.A sly smile crept across my face. Xand
The relentless sound of gunfire echoed incessantly, blending into the backdrop of chaos. Steve, alongside his fellow snipers, maintained their positions in hidden and well protected, their faces contorted into grins as they fired. Amidst their laughter, they faced a band of local terrorists, untrained and clumsy, which to them felt no more strenuous than a daily exercise.The air was thick with tension, the smell of gunpowder and fear intermingling as bullets zipped through the air. Steve and his comrades, skilled and unyielding, effortlessly took aim at the approaching enemy trucks from far away. With precision, they targeted the heart of the machines – the engines and fuel tanks – causing fiery explosions that rendered the vehicles useless.The remaining terrorists, now on foot, dashed towards the village from far away. But in the open field, they were nothing but easy targets, lambs to the slaughter.I stood there, a wry smile playing on my lips. Even if they sent a hundred men, I
As I focused intently, I felt the surge of werewolf power melding with my own, a mere 20% infusion making my speed faster. The world around me shifted, their movements stretching into a surreal slow-motion ballet. With this heightened perception, I struck one assailant squarely in the face, my other hand swiftly pulling at the other arm, unbalancing him with ease. My leg then arced up in a fluid motion, delivering a sharp kick to another's chin.Their screams and yells echoed hollowly, calling for someone to capture me, but my movements were a blur, too rapid for their eyes to follow. In the span of a mere 30 seconds, nearly all had been rendered unconscious, leaving only Ethan standing.“I will not lose my money,” Ethan roared, his voice guttural as he transformed into a full werewolf. He lunged at me with ferocious speed, but I nimbly sidestepped his attack.His brute strength was formidable, yet it was futile against my agility. Each of his attacks was a miss, sliding off me like w
Bianca and I sat tucked away at a softly illuminated table in the neighborhood bar, the air thick with the aroma of inexpensive local cigarettes, beer, and the murmur of nearby conversations. The ambiance was enhanced by the strains of local music filtering in through multiple open windows, carried by the gentle breeze."You've changed a lot, Aurora," Bianca observed, her fingers casually wrapped around a beer bottle. She took a leisurely sip, her eyes studying me over the rim."Really?" I echoed, mirroring her action with my own bottle, its familiar, bitter taste grounding me in the moment. In this small village, choices of drinks were limited, but this beer didn't feel too bad."The way you stand now, there's no trace of weakness, only confidence," she continued. "You used to be like a frightened rat, skittering about, lacking any semblance of self-assurance.""People change, I suppose," I murmured, a wave of sadness washing over me. My thoughts drifted to Xander. Was he still alive
My legs trembled with lingering weakness, yet I mustered the strength to move out, supported by Edward. Together, we stumbled out of the bar into the cool night air. Fingers trembling with a mix of anger and determination, I pulled out a handgun. My heart pounded with a fury I couldn't contain. I was resolved to find her, to end this."Where did the girl go?" Edward's voice was tense as he questioned one of his men on outside."She went that way, around that tree, I believe. Seemed like she was drunk," replied a guard nonchalantly, his attention more on the cards in his hands than our urgent query."Take me there," I implored Edward, my voice a mere whisper in the night.Under the ethereal glow of the moon, our shadows stretched long and distorted as we navigated through the darkness. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of pine from the surrounding woods. The sounds of the night were abruptly pierced by a heart-wrenching cry, a sound so filled with
In the dimly lit room, I stood, absorbing the cacophony of voices and the hurried shuffling of feet, the atmosphere charged with tension. Bianca's words from the afternoon reverberated in my mind.“Jared was very hard to kill,” Bianca had said, her voice laced with frustration. “We've sent about five assassins after him, but all we've managed is to eliminate his doubles. He's more of a coward than you can imagine, always hiding. That's why it took us three months to track him down, dismantling his hideouts one by one. The last place is here, and we're launching our final attack tomorrow. But there's always the fear he'll slip away again.”As I recalled her words, the clamor around me grew louder. The crowd was a storm of movement and noise, their shadows dancing on the walls as they tried to break through the door. In response, I withdrew the serum I had been safeguarding and, with a sense of resignation, injected it into my arm.Suddenly, the door broken, and I was engulfed by a sea
I looked at the baby he was so cute, but I know I had to act. I dressed him in new clothes and wrote the prophecy about his future role in saving the world on the cloth. He was destined to return here, to build a dome for humanity and fulfill his fate—perhaps he had already completed his mission. I donned the wrist device and fashioned a smaller one for the baby, so we could travel through time together. But first, I had to ensure that the future would be free of problems. The spheres were set to manage the environment, programmed to halt their work when CO2 levels reached 0.04%. As for who would rule in the future, I chose not to decide. The people must learn to govern themselves; some were already training to use the spheres. I couldn't always be their deity; they needed to become self-sufficient. With the baby in tow, I prepared to leave this era, knowing I would never return; it wasn't my place. Together, we activated the high-frequency drive, propelling us into the fourth
On the night the baby was born, the parents was sleeping soundly, unaware of the sphere descended to take a sample of the newborn's blood.It was painless. And the sphere quickly checked the DNA.As the results flashed on the screen, it not fit my DNA. But I saw a connection between myself and this baby—a sibling, perhaps.I didn’t now if I have messed up with the future or I still unborn in this time.Two years later, the woman I believed to be my mother was expecting again, this time a daughter. It was clear then that the baby wasn’t me.All I can do was waiting.In the five years since I came here, we constructed 76,910 domes worldwide, sheltering 500 million survivors from the once 8 billion-strong human population.The disparity was stark: some domes teemed with life, while others stood empty, their ecosystems meticulously engineered and automated, home only to selected wildlife.The advent of virtual exploration allowed people to survey these domes remotely, relocating if they f
"Show me where my parents are," I commanded the sphere with excitement. After long years, I was about to meet my long-lost parents.The sphere generated a screen for me to view, revealing a young man and woman, perhaps around 20 years old, entering the Eden Dome for the first time. They appeared bewildered and lost, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder."Are you sure they are my parents?" I questioned, my brow furrowed in doubt. They were even younger than me. It felt odd, almost as if I should call them little brother and sister instead of parents."Yes, Master," the sphere responded affirmatively. "Your genetic DNA matches theirs perfectly.""But," I hesitated, scrutinizing the image, my heart pounding with a strange apprehension. "Send one sphere to them; I need to ask them something."The distance seemed vast, with our dome situated half a world away, creating a chasm between us."As you wish, Master."A sphere glided toward the man and woman in the distant dome. "Excuse
"Guys, please stop it," I implored, the urgency clear in my voice. "There will be no use."The spheres that had been hovering alongside each of the gang’s leaders and their members suddenly flared into a menacing red hue. "The host is showing harmful behavior. The security protocol will be launched," it announced in a dispassionate tone.Without warning, the spheres emitted a piercing frequency that targeted all guns, weapons, and harmful items. In moments, they disintegrated into fine atom dust, which the sphere then collected and whisked away, presumably to be repurposed as building material.The bear leader's and all gang’s members face registered shock, then eyes wide with disbelief and fear."In Eden, when you make a mistake, there are two options for you to choose from," I continued, my voice steady. "One, we simply expel you back to where you came from. Or, alternatively, you can e
In the dimly lit underground city, I had just finished selling my last can of food. Eagerly, I was about to purchase more slaves, when the bear gang leader approached me with his smelly body odour.Water was precious here; people wash their body once a year.His burly frame cast a long shadow as he strode towards me, flanked by two other gang’s leaders, their footsteps echoing in the small alley.“Alex, the fish seller,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.“That’s me!” I responded with a cheerful smile.“We want you to take us to the fish factory. Can you, do it?” His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to pierce through me, daring me to decline.“Sure,” I replied happily. “The owner already mentioned he'd be thrilled to have you all there. He said there’s plenty of food.”“Really?” he asked, scepticism written all over his rugged face.“Yes, take as many people as you can,” I urged, sensing their disbelief.The three of them exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. “Whatever,” one of
I stood in my house, gazing at the sprawling expanse of New York City below, dreaming of transforming it into a colossal dome.However, the architectural limitations soon became apparent, leading to a revised plan of constructing a network of smaller domes, each the size of a soccer field, interconnected like a honeycomb.This design was not only efficient but also practical in case of emergencies, such as shattered glass or structural failures. It could be easily detached and repaired without causing trouble to the entire dome.As the temperature inside the dome needed to be controlled for the plants and for the humans.The first group of eighty slaves, were settled in one of the completed domes. For the time being, they shared a common sleeping area, heavily medicated to aid their recovery and adjustment to their new environment.Each person was assigned a spherical device designed to help them acclimate to this "new Eden."At the night before, I was guiding them out of the undergro
‘No, I cannot move now before I know everything about them. I may wrongly save people and cause trouble. I need to study them more,’ I thought, my mind racing with caution.“Spheres 567, stay on the underground and record everything about their activities,” I commanded, letting them delve into the shadows.Finding one of the human underground hubs, I dispatched another hundred spheres to scout the area. Because humans may concentrate in one locale, and my hunch was spot on.Humans were crafting an underground city, intertwining with the natural caves and beginning to carve out a vast space within the earth's embrace.Through the spherical eyes, I glimpsed a colossal chamber that sparked memories of the largest underground city ever discovered, Derinkuyu in Cappadocia, Turkey, capable of sheltering around 20,000 people along with their livestock and food stores.But the population here seemed to surpass 80,000, with the capacity to house over 200,000. As I used the spheres to map the e
One had to remember where he was from. I had completed my research to elevate human frequency to a higher dimension, allowing passage through space and time. This ambition was fueled by my desire to meet my parents in the future.In my study room, I carefully handled the clothes that had swaddled me as a baby, left at the orphanage door. The fabric held the mystery of my origins. Despite using the gate to the past to uncover who had placed me at the orphanage, no one appeared. The clothes and I simply materialized out of nowhere.I placed the garment on the scanning blueprint machine, aiming to record every atom and deduce the era it hailed from. This information was pivotal for my journey to that specific time.The smart device strapped to my wrist was brimming with data necessary for the impending future war. In moments, the year 2112 flashed on its screen. Was it truly 80 years into the future?Activating the smart device on my left arm, my body began to feel ethereal, as the body
AlexI brought back a child, a five-year-old girl, to my mansion when I encountered Nadine. "Can you take care of this child as you do our own?" I asked tentatively."Who is she?" Nadine inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and curiosity.I hesitated, grappling with the truth. The thought of Nadine possibly becoming a cruel stepmother to Aurora's daughter haunted me. But the weight of the secret was too heavy. As she could find the answer by herself anytime she wants."She is Aurora's daughter," I confessed. "I killed Nicholas, and soon Aurora will vanish from this world. This child is utterly alone, bearing no fault in these tragic events.""And her name?" Nadine pressed, her demeanour softening as she gently took the child into her arms, cradling her with maternal warmth.Shaking my head, I replied, "Aurora refused to name her. She's been living like a shadow among the maids, an unwanted soul.""How heartless can one be!" Nadine exclaimed, her face contorting in anger