Continuity Foundation_2099_The Second Life_The Game We Play
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Continuity Foundation
You would think a honeymoon on Mars would be the ideal trip for a newly married couple. However James and Heidi had to face the fact of spending a lifetime on the planet. Not to mention the heavy burden of repopulating the planet. The small dome-like homes were the ‘perfect’ housing opportunity for newly wed couples on Earth, so the products made by the Continuity Foundation matched them exactly. However these were set to five stories and there were three in a triangle formation at the home base Alpha. Life began well for the duo, they eventually unpacked and met an AI named Derek. He would as...
2099
2099There was an eerie silence enveloping the decrepit building that was one of many in the compound that hadwww.onedoor.cc been ravaged by Millenial forces. It was like the still before a storm, or the final moment as one waits to die.I can’t fathom being 150 years old. I feel better now than when I was 80. Science and technology have come a long way but it is exactly that technology, manipulated by forces of evil, that made longevity a life sentence rather than a gift.“Dietrich, come. It’s time for us to move.” said my ally, Petron, while he looked out the window toward the setting sun. Darkness wou...
The Second Life
Kiera sat outside a small house, her legs crossed, waiting. She watched as passersby jogged by on the sidewalk, some of them walking dogs or chatting loudly on their cell phones. Her dark eyes scanned them, wondering what any of them would think if they could see her. She stood once she knew her time had arrived. Kiera went to the front door and opened it. Locks did not work on spirits like her. The door opened and firmly locked in place again once she was inside. She did not waste much time admiring the simple décor of the house, the framed photographs of grandchildren and old wedding photos...
The Game We Play
“So.” “So.” “This is the end then.” “Apparently so.” His fists clench and unclench as we look over the castle balcony at the armies preparing to fight. “Not sure I see the fuss, myself,” I say lightly. “Seems like a silly thing to get excited over.” Orvyn looks at me. His lips quirk at the familiar game; his hands freeze on unclench. “Yeah,” he says. “It’s not like red moons are rare or anything. What’s this one? Third in recorded history? It’s basically mundane now.” I smirk. “We could tell the piners if we get a chance. Perhaps someone can write a prophecy about it.” He snorts. Slowly, his ...