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Twenty Ninety

Jax, a 23-year-old man, finds himself in a strange and chaotic future in the year 2090. Along with thousands of other people, he wakes up in a massive arena without any knowledge of how or why they were brought there. The atmosphere is tense as everyone is confused and frightened by the situation. Jax, however, is determined to find a way back to the past and begins his quest for answers. As he explores the futuristic world around him, he encounters strange new technologies and discovers that the world has undergone significant changes since his time. He meets other survivors who share his goal of returning home, and together they begin to unravel the mystery behind their displacement. As Jax delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a sinister plot by a group of scientists who have been experimenting with time travel. He realizes that they are responsible for bringing him and the others to this future as part of their twisted experiment. However, their experiments have gone awry, and Jax and his fellow survivors are now trapped in this time period. The conflict rises as Jax and his team must navigate through various obstacles to uncover the truth about the experiment and find a way back to their own time. They face numerous challenges, including dangerous creatures, hostile factions, and the ever-present threat of being captured by the scientists. The stakes are high as Jax and his team race against time to find a way back home. They experience many setbacks along the way, but their determination never wavers. Finally, after many trials and tribulations, they discover the key to their escape: a secret portal that leads back to their own time. In a climactic scene, Jax and his team confront the scientists responsible for their predicament and succeed in shutting down their operation. With the portal now open, Jax and the others make their way back to their own time, leaving behind the strange and terrifying world of 2090. In the end, Jax returns home a changed man, having learned valuable lessons about perseverance, determination, and the power of friendship. He realizes that even in the face of impossible odds, anything is possible with the right mindset and support system.

Nirv · SF
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21 Chs

Explore The Arena

Jax ventured deeper into the arena, the air thick with tension and uncertainty. The colossal structure loomed above him like a futuristic Colosseum, its metallic walls glistening under the stormy sky. Thousands of people from different eras, cultures, and backgrounds milled about, their eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"Excuse me," Jax said, approaching an elderly woman wrapped in a tattered shawl. Her hunched posture and weathered face suggested she had seen her fair share of hardships. "I'm trying to understand this place. Can you tell me anything?"

"Son, I know as little as you do," she croaked, her voice trembling. "One moment, I was fetching water from the well, and the next, I found myself here. It's all so overwhelming."

Jax nodded sympathetically, his resourcefulness kicking in. "We need to stick together. Let's find others who want to work together to get through this."

The old woman smiled weakly, her eyes grateful. She followed Jax as they approached a group of people dressed in various clothing styles – a man in a crisp suit, a teenager wearing a neon jumpsuit, and a woman clad in armor reminiscent of medieval times.

"Listen up!" Jax called out, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony. "We don't know what brought us here, but we're stronger together. If you want to survive and find a way back to our own time, join us!"

The prospect of cooperation seemed to resonate with the group, and they nodded in agreement, their expressions resolute. As they moved through the arena, Jax couldn't help but notice the myriad of emotions playing across their faces – fear, determination, curiosity, and even a hint of excitement.

As they searched for shelter, the challenges they faced quickly became apparent. A torrential downpour began, soaking them to the bone and making the ground treacherous. The slippery metal beneath their feet was unforgiving, causing several people to lose their footing and fall.

"Careful!" Jax shouted over the pelting rain, offering a hand to help a young woman who had slipped. "We need to find cover before we get injured."

"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes wide with fear as she clutched his hand tightly.

They pressed on, the cold rain sapping their strength. Jax's mind raced, grappling with the mental challenge of trying to comprehend the situation while simultaneously leading this group of strangers. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there was more at stake than just surviving the storm.

"Over there!" shouted the man in the suit, pointing to a partially collapsed section of the arena. It offered limited shelter, but it was better than nothing.

As they huddled together under the makeshift refuge, Jax surveyed the diverse group that had formed around him. Each person bore the weight of their own fears and uncertainties, yet they also seemed to draw strength from one another.

"Alright," Jax said, wiping the rainwater from his face and meeting each person's gaze. "We've got shelter for now, but our work is far from over. We need to figure out what brought us here, and more importantly, how to get back to our own time."

The others nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and apprehension. Jax knew that the road ahead would be fraught with obstacles both mental and physical, but he was prepared to face them head-on – and he wouldn't be facing them alone.

Huddled beneath the improvised shelter, Jax and the others exchanged glances, their faces illuminated by the eerie glow of a nearby holographic billboard. He could see the anxiety in their eyes, but also a sense of camaraderie as they braced themselves for the challenges ahead.

"Alright," Jax said, clenching his fists. "We need to split up into teams. We'll cover more ground that way. Remember, our goal is to find answers and get back home."

The group nodded in agreement, arranging themselves into pairs and small clusters. Jax paired up with the man in the suit, who introduced himself as Marcus. "I'm good with tech," Marcus said, tapping the side of his glasses. "Might come in handy."

"Perfect," Jax replied, scanning the vast arena. "Let's focus on finding any control rooms or communication devices. And keep an eye out for anything unusual."

As they ventured deeper into the storm-battered arena, Jax couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. The howling wind and rain seemed to carry whispers of hidden dangers lurking in the shadows. Despite this, he pushed forward, determined to unravel the mystery that had brought them all here.

"Hey, check this out!" Marcus called, pointing to a console protruding from a nearby wall. Jax approached with caution, observing the unfamiliar symbols and buttons. Marcus furrowed his brow, studying the display intently. "It looks like some sort of access panel, but I can't make heads or tails of it," he admitted.

"Maybe we can figure it out together," Jax suggested, recalling the diverse skills and talents of the people he'd encountered thus far. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated a narrow corridor nearby, drawing his attention. "Let's gather everyone first. That passage might lead us somewhere important."

Gathering the group was no easy task, as they navigated the ominous labyrinth of the arena. With each passing minute, the storm grew more ferocious, threatening to engulf them all in its tempestuous fury. The very air seemed charged with tension, as if anticipating some great and terrible revelation.

"Listen up!" Jax shouted over the howling wind once everyone was assembled. "Marcus found a control panel, but we need your help to decipher it. Let's work together and find our way out of this nightmare!"

As they huddled around the mysterious console, each person contributed their own knowledge and insights. Slowly, the enigmatic symbols began to make sense, revealing a hidden doorway that slid open with a soft hiss.

"Great job, everyone," Jax praised, his heart pounding in his chest. "Now let's see where this leads."

As they stepped into the darkness beyond the hidden door, a sudden gust of wind slammed it shut behind them, plunging them into a realm of shadows and uncertainty. The storm's cacophony was replaced by an eerie silence, punctuated only by their own ragged breaths and the distant hum of unknown machinery.

"Stay close," Jax whispered, feeling the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders. "We don't know what's waiting for us down here."

The group pressed on, guided by Marcus' dimly-lit glasses and their unwavering determination to uncover the truth. Each step brought them closer to the heart of the arena, and perhaps, to the answers they so desperately sought. But as they ventured deeper into the unknown, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them, biding its time before making its move...

The dimly-lit passageway snaked before them, its walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse and shimmer in the faint glow of Marcus' glasses. Jax couldn't help but be entranced by their hypnotic dance, his mind racing with possibilities of what they represented – a map, a code, or perhaps a warning.

"Watch your step," Marcus warned softly, snapping Jax back to reality. The group navigated through the treacherous path, avoiding jagged outcroppings and sudden drops where the floor seemed to have been swallowed by darkness.

"Where do you think this leads?" Lyla asked, her voice barely audible above the distant hum of machinery.

"Only one way to find out," Jax replied, his determination fueling his every step. "Just keep moving."

As they ventured deeper into the unknown, the air grew colder, tendrils of frost creeping up the walls and underfoot. Jax's breath fogged before him, and he noticed the others shivering as well.

"Are we getting closer to the storm?" Marcus wondered aloud, rubbing his arms for warmth. "Sure feels like it."

"Maybe," Jax murmured, his thoughts consumed by the task at hand. He knew that this could be their only chance to escape and return to their own time, and he wasn't about to let anything stand in their way.

The group came to an abrupt halt when the narrow passage opened up into a vast chamber, the ceiling lost to darkness above them. The room was filled with a labyrinth of pulsating machinery, some ancient and rusted, others sleek and futuristic, all connected by a tangled web of cables and wires.

"Look at all this..." Lyla breathed, eyes wide with awe and fear.

"Stay focused," Jax urged, scanning the room for any sign of a control center or clues to their next move. "We need to find a way through this mess."

The group navigated the maze, each member contributing their unique strengths: Marcus' technical know-how, Lila's keen eye for detail, and Jax's unbreakable resolve. As they progressed, Jax couldn't shake the nagging feeling that they were being watched, but he pushed the thought aside, refusing to be deterred.

"Wait," Marcus whispered suddenly, stopping in his tracks. He pointed at a large, glowing panel on one of the machines. "I think... I think that's it."

"Is it safe?" Lila asked hesitantly.

"Only one way to find out," Jax repeated, stepping forward and reaching for the panel. Just as his fingers brushed against its surface, an ear-splitting alarm blasted through the chamber, echoing off the walls and disorienting them all.

"Run!" Jax shouted, grabbing Lyla's hand and pulling her along. The others scrambled to follow, but the machinery around them began to thrash and contort, cables whipping like angry serpents and trapping them within the maze.

"Help!" Lyla screamed, her voice barely audible above the chaos.

"Jax!" Marcus cried out, moments before a cable wrapped around his leg and yanked him into the air.

"NO!" Jax roared, desperation surging through him as he fought to reach his friends. But with every step, the mechanical labyrinth tightened its grip, threatening to crush them all.

And then, just as the darkness closed in and hope seemed lost, a brilliant light cut through the shadows, illuminating a path to freedom. Jax didn't hesitate – he lunged forward, reaching out with every ounce of his strength, knowing that this was their last chance to escape...

"JAX!"