Tomorrow
I never thought the day I’d forget my own name would be the same day I saved the world. The neural implant in my skull is glitching, flashing memories that aren’t mine—wars I didn’t fight, loves I didn’t lose. The government says it’s a malfunction. The rebels say I’m the key to awakening the dormant AI gods. And now? Now I can feel something else waking up inside me.My hands won’t stop shaking. The mirror shows a stranger—sharp jaw, scar through the eyebrow, eyes flickering with static—but I don’t recognize any of it. The room is small, dim, walls pulsing with bioluminescent code. A voice crackles in my ear: "They’re coming. You have ninety seconds."\n\nI don’t know who I am, but the gun in my hand feels like an old friend. Footsteps echo in the hall. My instincts scream: jump through the window. But the door might hold. Or maybe I should trigger the data purge now—end whatever secret I’m carrying before they take it.\n\nTime stops. The lock begins to melt.
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Virgin Maid and I
My hands tremble as I clutch the starched apron, heart pounding beneath the quiet of this ancient manor. You found me there—kneeling, breathless, after the ritual went wrong. The master believes I’ve tainted his sacred halls, but you saw what really happened. Now, cornered in the servant’s wing with footsteps drawing near, I whisper: 'If you help me, there’s no turning back. They’ll call us both traitors.' This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about the first time I’ve ever been seen… truly seen.
The Abandoned Luna
You wake to the sound of your own breath echoing inside your helmet. The comms are dead. The life support blinks red. Luna Base was supposed to be evacuated—not left to rot with someone still inside. Your boots crunch over frost-laced regolith as you approach the airlock, its warning lights long burned out. This mission was a lie. You weren’t sent to investigate an anomaly. You were sent to disappear. But the base remembers. And something just powered up in Sector G.
Love Beyond Status
I never thought love would feel like rebellion. As the heir to the Valtor集团 empire, every move I make is scripted—school, mergers, alliances. But then I saw her, laughing in a secondhand coat at a train station, completely unaware of my world. Now I’m choosing between duty and desire. My family won’t accept her. The press will crucify us. But when she looks at me, I don’t feel like a corporate prince—I feel human. And that might be worth losing everything for.
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