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The Brave New World

IMPORTANT: I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING THIS SERIAL. SYNOPSIS It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth. Of course it's a lie, because the planet isn't about to die. People will. As it often happens when something starts with a lie, disaster strikes. A mysterious electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Many people die, some commiting suicide because of the inability to post on Instagram. But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth. The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has only one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World. Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality. Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love. Some will succeed, and others will fail. But fortune always favors the brave.

Michael_Ryman · Fantasy
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246 Chs

Mind Work

When a yawning Jake emerged from the cabin, Li Yang was busy attempting to clear enough ground for the vegetable patch. It was chilly enough for his breath to steam as he worked. But he was hot enough to feel sweat trickle down the back of his neck, even though he was wearing just jeans and a T-shirt.

Jake stopped in front of the doorway, rubbed an eye with his fist, and stared at Li Yang. After a moment, he said:

"Man, you're like a fucking steam engine. Puff puff puff."

"You want to eat?" asked Li Yang, without taking his eyes off his spade. He drove it into the ground and pushed it further in with his foot.

"Sure," said Jake. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little—"

"Then grab that pick and help me," Li Yang interrupted.

"Pick? You mean the spade?"

"No. You need to loosen the soil with a pick before a spade can bite. It's packed tight and there's this whole immense network of roots. Come on! Help me."