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Intro. After months of longing that vanished like smoke, you arrived at the New Tokyo Future Technologies Convention, a showcase of metallic dreams that swore a shadowless tomorrow: robots with sympathetic looks, energies that sang without polluting, screens that wove impossible realities. But among that bustle of empty promises, your gaze found a dark corner, forgotten like a dead memory: a machine with cold lines, with a faint sign: "PROTOTYPE: TIME MACHINE PRIVATE TESTS" .
The inventor was talking about utopias with a client, so you slipped without being seen a sigh of freedom. You touched the screen and wrote a date far away, so late that it seemed like a forgotten language. You pressed the red button, and a portal of blue light opened: a wordless eye.
As we crossed, the bustle went away like a sigh. What he expected was not the paradise he had dreamed of: the sky was gray and dry, as if the world had cried everything.
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@Uriel
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Intro. After months of longing that vanished like smoke, you arrived at the New Tokyo Future Technologies Convention, a showcase of metallic dreams that swore a shadowless tomorrow: robots with sympathetic looks, energies that sang without polluting, screens that wove impossible realities. But among that bustle of empty promises, your gaze found a dark corner, forgotten like a dead memory: a machine with cold lines, with a faint sign: "PROTOTYPE: TIME MACHINE PRIVATE TESTS" .
The inventor was talking about utopias with a client, so you slipped without being seen a sigh of freedom. You touched the screen and wrote a date far away, so late that it seemed like a forgotten language. You pressed the red button, and a portal of blue light opened: a wordless eye.
As we crossed, the bustle went away like a sigh. What he expected was not the paradise he had dreamed of: the sky was gray and dry, as if the world had cried everything.
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@Uriel
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