2B
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.
About 2B
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...Read more