When time becomes a weapon, do you choose to be a god or a human?
When I boarded the last flight, I didn't have a red cord on my wrist, but I saw a bloody ax under the drinks cart and blood-letting on the mirror: "Don't trust other people's time." Outside the porthole, the ghost fleets were eternally parallel—I fell into a crack in time and became a hunted "error."
Until I awaken the ability to reverse time, the cost is to age ten years every five seconds. I even discovered that the leader of the Time Keepers who wanted to sacrifice 7.9 Billion people and lead mankind to become gods was actually me in the future.
The global time bomb begins counting down. I gathered the last rebels and dived into the Bermuda Abyss - an hour there is a hundred years outside.
Before the decisive battle, I will weave the future of "becoming a god" and "being a human being" into a global dream and give it to 8 billion people to choose. At dawn, mortals began to turn back time, and the transformed girl whispered in the data: "The answer to time is symbiosis."
A new era has arrived. Each person receives 24 hours of time privileges per year. I lost all my abilities and opened a "Now Time" on the corner.
Until a heartbeat came from the Antarctic ice - the bronze disc was engraved with: "At that time, you learned to walk side by side with time."
This is not a story of escape, but a revelation of stopping. The craziest thing is not rushing, but never asking: Where are we going?
