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#000000

Elian Voss makes things look perfect on screens. In 2240, that means designing the digital layer woven into the fabric of reality itself, the invisible architecture that makes an interplanetary civilization feel livable, feel *human*. He is exceptional at his job. He is forgettable everywhere else. Then one morning, without warning, the color black stops existing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Not the concept of absence. The color itself. Every screen across Earth and its eleven inhabited stations throws the same silent error. `#000000` returns null. Scientists dedicate entire processing networks to finding an answer. Governments convene. Religions overflow. The world collectively screams into a void that no longer has a color. Elian stares at his code and thinks it looks *edited.* Not broken. Not corrupted. Clean. Like a single line was removed by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't feel the need to leave a note. So he starts digging. Not out of heroism. Simply because he is the kind of man who cannot leave a bug alone at 3 AM. What he finds will not restore the color. It will not save anything. It will only show one exhausted programmer, in a civilization that can navigate asteroid belts and simulate ecosystems, exactly how mistaken they have been about who is doing the navigating. The color doesn't come back. Elian closes the file. Opens a new one. Gets back to work. "Some bugs were never meant to be fixed. Some were meant to be delivered." #000000 is a sci-fi story with 3 books Book 1: The color of what we built Book 2: The color of where we're going Book 3: The color of what comes next The story itself questions the human fragility that no matter how advance humanity progressed, a single instance can change everything humans knew, their foundation and the way of how humanity perceive life.
ToastedBeans · 5.8k Views

NEXDAY: The Way Of Evolution

NEXDAY: In Way of Evolution Prologue: There are two kinds of worlds. This story begins on Earth — where seventy percent of everything built over thousands of years of human effort has been reduced, in two years, to rubble and radiation and silence. Only sealed cities remain, built by the world's most powerful people. For common people, entry means servitude. Outside those walls, the world simply endures. In this broken world, one man still works. A man who survived three world wars, buried everyone he loved, and still refuses to stop — not because he is fearless, but because he has already lost everything except the one thing he is still fighting for. His name is Elias Voss. One hundred and twenty-one years old. He does not look it — because of decades of biological research. Beneath his building, deep underground — a laboratory, a life-support system, and the woman he has kept alive while the world fell apart. Throughout his life, a pale blue light has appeared at the edge of his vision. Brief. Gone before he can look at it directly. He never understood what it was. His purpose: Save his wife. Save their unborn child. Finish the work no one else was willing to do. But the most powerful people in this world have armies fully under their control and technology common people cannot imagine. Elias Voss has to stood against them anyway. Not for himself. For his family. Until his last breath. But death, it turns out, was not the end. He does not know his story does not end on Earth. But somewhere in the blood, something has always known this life is not the whole story. It is the beginning of one. AUTHOR NOTE: THIS FIRST VOLUME WILL BE LONG. I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON THIS. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY ELIAS WANTS TO EVOLVE — IT IS IMPORTANT IN THE FANTASY WORLD. —————— Fantasy world — And then there is the other world. Every living being arrives carrying something that belongs to them alone. A system — unique, personal, impossible to copy — that grows as they grow, with no ceiling except the one they refuse to push past. Human civilization here stands as one of the most powerful forces ever. Built on bloodlines older than memory. Six organizations at its peak. Four absolute. Two that shape every generation — an Academy that shape powerhouse and a Military that has never lost its territory. At the very top are beings whose presence alone changes the air around them. Not gods. Something more honest — people who refused to stop growing until they reached something that had no name yet. Into this world a child is about to be born. His bloodline connects four of the six absolute forces. His name is Nexday. He carries the memory of one hundred and thirty-nine years. But in this world, even that is just the beginning. AUTHOR NOTE: DON'T THINK BECAUSE MC IS BORN IN A STRONG FAMILY HIS JOURNEY WILL BE EASY. IT WILL BE AN ADVENTURE WORTH READING.
Sun_Moona · 2.7k Views