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

Kaia had been trained to make clean decisions.

The Regulators raised their agents in sterile environments for a reason: clarity. Emotions were inefficient. Memory was a weapon that too often misfired.

Standing in Coldroot, watching Elian touch the hand of something not quite his mother, Kaia couldn't help it.

Not the past they erased when she was conscripted.

The years spent in the Vault perimeter program. Monitoring drift. Observing echoes for instability. Logging simulations that screamed when they started to understand.

They'd told her none of it was real.

But the noise always sounded like people.

She had believed in the mission then. Preserve the world by preserving the minds that shaped it.

Until Seren disappeared. Until her final log leaked to Kaia through an encrypted side channel.

They're not saving the future. They're scripting it. And we're the pens.

Kaia hadn't defected right away. You don't just leave the Regulators.

But she'd started watching differently. Listening harder.

The day she intercepted the trace on Elian's fragment was the day something in her broke open.

Because of who they made him be.

Now, in the quiet before the system woke again, Kaia stared at the echo of Aelia Voss—poised, gentle, dangerous.

"She wanted you to choose," it had said.

Kaia wondered if she would have, had it been her mother in the machine. Or her past.

She looked at Elian, shoulders tense, jaw set like someone trying not to scream.

And that was why he had to make the choice.

Because if Kaia did it, she wouldn't hesitate. She'd burn the whole system down. Press the trigger. Silence the noise. Kill the memory and call it mercy.

But because he believed some part of his mother was still reaching.

Kaia no longer knew if that was bravery.

The Line Between