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

Commander Thane Lorne didn't believe in chaos.

Applied in the right place, at the right time, by the right hand.

The world didn't break on its own.

It cracked along lines of failure. Lines drawn by people like Seren Ivelle.

And now, her mistake was moving again.

He watched the feed—grainy, degraded, tapping into old infrastructure the Regulators had abandoned as "unstable." But he knew instability. Knew how to read it.

Moving deeper than anyone had in years.

Carrying the fragment like it was a talisman. Or a bomb.

Lorne stood alone in the field command pod, fingers steepled, watching Elian speak with the echo of his mother. No sound. Just movement. Recognition.

He's not a boy anymore, Lorne thought. He's what they made him.

She'd been a counterforce. A wildfire mind. Dangerous not because she wanted to destroy the Vault—but because she saw too clearly what it was becoming.

She didn't flinch either, back then.

She had asked questions no one should have been clever enough to form. Not unless they'd already seen too much.

Like: What happens to a memory when it learns to dream?

He remembered staring her down in the pre-approval hearings. Remembered the way her eyes had met his, unblinking, as if she already knew the ending.

Now her son was moving toward Coldroot like it was destiny. With Kaia at his side—Regulator blood gone rogue. Another fracture Lorne had failed to cauterize.

Because she had built the system and then tried to blame it for existing. She wanted to burn it down, then absolve herself in the fire.

He reached down and keyed in a secure override.

The lights in the pod turned red. Access pathways began rerouting to allow deep system traversal. In less than three minutes, he would descend personally. No proxies. No drones.

It was a correction.

Enough to crack the last piece of the old world still pretending it had a soul.

Let Elian weep over the ashes if he wanted.

Lorne would make sure he didn't live long enough to bury them.

The Loyal Knife