Zerahk_Williams

In a future where time is currency and the poor sell years of their lives just to survive, Elian Voss is nearly out of time—literally. With only a few years left on his lifespan, the weary technician stumbles upon a mysterious device that could unravel the system stealing futures from billions. Hunted by enforcers and haunted by visions of fragmented futures, Elian joins a resistance cell determined to take down the Time Credit System and expose the truth behind the Vault—a secret facility where stolen time is hoarded by the elite.

But every use of the device accelerates Elian’s own countdown. As the city teeters on the brink of collapse, he must decide: die quietly, or give up what little time he has left to rewrite humanity’s tomorrow.

Fragments of Tomorrow is a high-stakes sci-fi thriller about sacrifice, inequality, and the true cost of a life well-lived.

The Continuum Protocol

They called it the Fragment Initiative.

But it was never meant to be named. Not in the way that names anchor things to history.

No—this was meant to be buried.

The first time Seren saw the prototype Vault run a simulation, she felt a quiet awe. Not because of its brilliance—though it was brilliant, in its terrible elegance—but because it worked. Perfectly.

Neural retention. Temporal stabilization. Emotional suspension. A mind held still, like a flame trapped in ice.

Lied to oversight committees. Lied to ethicists. Lied to the families of the first test subjects. And worst of all, lied to herself.

She'd told herself it was for humanity's survival.

But the deeper truth? It was about control.

If you could store a person's consciousness, you could replay them. Not just memories, but decisions. Instincts. Reactions. You could build entire predictive models off one human mind.

They wanted to mine them.

By the time she tried to sabotage the core framework, the project had been split—duplicated across black sites, passed to Regulator oversight, absorbed into ChronoCorp's deeper systems.

Not her body. That would've been stopped.

Fragmented. Broadcast. Hidden in old channels—encoded into the ghost systems beneath the archives.

She didn't expect to survive long.

But she did expect someone would find her signal.

She'd never planned for him.

She remembered Aelia Voss—one of the only people who ever questioned Seren to her face, during the first Vault hearings. Unyielding. Brilliant. A mother who cared more about her son's autonomy than her own safety.

Seren had buried her deeper than most.

Now, as she watched Elian through the reinforced hallway glass—grown, angry, alive—she felt something rare spark in her chest.

But he was the only one left who could do what she never had the courage to finish.

And maybe—just maybe—forgive her.

The Weight of the Future