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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · Khoa huyễn
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Conversation on Chance and Probability

A woman lit a cigarette beside him, exhaled a couple of times as she combs her long black hair with her fingers. She took out her makeup kit and examined her painted eyebrow's contours in the small mirror she held in her left hand. She sucked some air to check the tightness of her supple skin on both her cheeks. She repeatedly winked then batted her eyelashes, which instantly gave her that subtle dreamy magazine look. She took a dried tissue from her bag and gently pressed them on her red full lips. Slowly, she lifted the white tissue to remove the excess lipstick that stained her cigarette.

Aurora was clear when she told him to look carefully on his side. But the fear that gripped her on the other line and the way she spoke ill of almost everything and everyone is overboard. How can she suspect this woman, whose sole crime is to be young, restless but in all manners and externalities were simply divine?