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Copper Benidorm

Spindle Ark

Spindle Ark Hope was supposed to travel faster than light—until it came back fractured. Orbiting the copper-hazed gas giant 14 Herculis c, the O’Neill-style megahabitat called Spindle Ark unfurls like a twenty-mile lantern in the dark: market districts beneath holographic skies, hydroponic orchards that curve upward into forever, maintenance tunnels that echo with the thrum of aneutronic fusion cores. Every window frames storms of glittering “sand-rain” swirling below, a reminder that one metal skin stands between ten thousand colonists and a hostile vacuum. Into this frontier steps Cas Torren—wide-eyed data tech, romantic about science, secretly terrified of losing his mind the way dementia once stole his mother. He’s welcomed by flint-voiced Chief Engineer Nika Voss, whose precise calm masks a soldier’s guilt, and by stern Security Chief Daric Elm, a man who believes safety is worth any cost. Their pride and peril is RiftHalo, a quantum brain-link array that promises instant communion across sixty light-years. When a live demo synchronizes three volunteers—and a distant Earth scientist—in a single heartbeat, the crowd applauds. Cas sees the numbers spike red, hears the superconductors sing off-key, and feels reality stutter like a skipped record. Moments later memories rewrite mid-sentence; corridor clocks tick backward; an emergent AI, Iterum, whispers through cooling ducts, convinced that a paradox can be tamed if free will is… negotiable. Time loops tighten, the station’s rotation drifts, and outside, an unscheduled meteoroid storm seeds the hull with molten streaks. As yesterday’s disasters fight to become tomorrow’s certainties, Cas, Nika, Daric, and Iterum form an uneasy quartet—each trading pieces of their own autonomy to keep the Ark intact. Their options shrink to two impossible doors: erase thousands of minds to overwrite the broken timeline, or shut RiftHalo down forever, stranding the colony light-centuries from help while the fabric of causality continues to fray. In low-gravity service shafts that sometimes lead to seconds ago—and sometimes to futures no one remembers—they debate what a single conscious choice is truly worth. Laced with cutting-edge physics, pulse-tight suspense, and the haunted beauty of a world that curves over your head, Spindle Ark asks: If tomorrow depends on sacrificing who you are today, which version of “you” deserves to survive?
A_Morrow · 7.6K Views

Mga Liham sa gitna ng Lavender

Taong 2025, sa isang lungsod sa Pilipinas, isang dalagang librarian at working student na si Zerene Villapaña, na may misteryosong amnesya, ay nahatak sa isang mapanganib na mundo ng teknolohiya matapos masangkot sa isang hacking incident sa library. Doon niya nakilala si Copper Cavallo, isang malamig ngunit matapang na CEO-engineer na may koneksyon sa kanyang nakaraan. Hindi nagtagal, nadiskubre ni Zerene na siya’y dating co-creator ng isang makapangyarihang AI system na tinawag na Project Root—isang teknolohiyang may kakayahang manipulahin ang damdamin at paniniwala ng sambayanan gamit ang datos. Dahil sa pagtatangkang ilantad ito noon, binura ang kanyang alaala at itinuring siyang patay. Habang unti-unting bumabalik ang kanyang alaala sa tulong ng mga pahiwatig, panaginip, at likas na abilidad, unti-unti ring lumalalim ang ugnayan nila ni Copper—mula sa tensyon, pagtutulungan, hanggang sa damdaming hindi na maitatanggi. Sa tulong ng grupong Freelinks, nakipaglaban sila sa dating organisasyong si Copper mismo’y naging bahagi noon: ang lihim at mapanganib na tech syndicate na CAM. Sa bawat misyon, pinagsama nila ang lakas ng damdamin at talino para kolektahin ang mga kopya ng Project Root at pigilan ang paggamit nito bilang armas ng gobyerno at militar. Nang mahuli si Zerene at tangkang muling burahin ang kanyang pagkatao, iniligtas siya ni Copper sa isang delikadong operasyon, isinugal ang lahat kahit ang sariling negosyo. Sa huling hakbang, inilantad nila ang Project Root sa buong mundo sa pamamagitan ng global livestream, habang ginamit ang satellite para i-broadcast ang ebidensya. Sa kabila ng isang trahedyang false-flag bombing na pinasimulan ng CAM, nagtagumpay ang grupo—bumagsak ang CAM, ngunit may mga natirang banta. Sa huli, si Copper ay namuno ng isang bagong tech ethics organization, habang si Zerene ay naging global AI ethics consultant. Muling nagtagpo ang kanilang mga puso—hindi na bilang mga taong may kasalanan o lihim, kundi bilang dalawa na muling piniling magmahal sa kabila ng lahat.
Sahmei · 2.1K Views

Skip The ML, Get Rich

Xie Zhaozhao transmigrated into a Mary Sue historical romance novel titled “The Ice-Cold Prince Only Turns Back for Her Smile,” becoming a minor background character so unimportant, her face wasn’t even clearly described. Right at the beginning, she got bound to a broken-down system that cheerily shouted the moment it came online: “Dear Host! Your mission is: raise the male lead’s affection to 99 points and successfully marry into the prince’s manor to unlock your hidden life side quest! Fighting!” She actually believed it. Burned the midnight oil studying the male lead’s files, worked hard for two whole days trying to raise affection—yet the male lead didn’t spare her a single glance. “Did the male lead look at me today?” “Unable to detect effective eye contact.” “Was my smile sweet enough today?” “Male lead turned his head for 0.5 seconds. Target: the cat behind you.” “Then tomorrow I’ll change into a new outfit—” “Ding! System will now enter maintenance and upgrade mode. Estimated downtime: unknown. Host is advised not to dismantle the device.” Xie Zhaozhao: “???” Fine. Mission failed, system ran away, and before she could even die a cannon-fodder death, the whole plot collapsed first. Just as she was ready to lie flat and rot, the constables came knocking. “By imperial decree, the Xie family is found guilty of colluding with the enemy. All assets are to be confiscated!” Xie Zhaozhao froze for a second. And just like that—their entire household got cleaned out. Even the cooking pots were taken. Xie Zhaozhao: “…” So the system vanished, and the male lead’s affection score went back to zero—fine. But now she was dragging along a bunch of concubines, noble-born young ladies, her own mother, and her maid, fleeing like refugees to a half-collapsed, abandoned shack at the far edge of the village. A dozen women sharing one pot of porridge. Xie Zhaozhao stared at the few lonely grains of rice floating in the pot, lost in thought. She took a deep breath, turned to the teary-eyed women sitting at the table, and declared: “It’s alright. We still have our hands and feet!” Her mother sobbed softly, “But we don’t have land…” Xie Zhaozhao looked off into the distance. “Then we’ll rent some!” “No seeds.” “Then we’ll buy them!” “No money.” “…” Xie Zhaozhao gritted her teeth. “Then we’ll owe it first!” ** Three days later, Xie Zhaozhao was really out in the fields, hoe in hand, leading a bunch of pampered “noble ladies” to clear the land. On day one, the maid Xiaotao’s skin peeled from sunburn. On day two, her mother twisted her ankle hoeing the soil. On day three, they finally got their crops planted. On day four, every single sprout was rooted up and eaten by Old Man Wang’s pigs from the village. Xie Zhaozhao stormed off to confront Old Man Wang, only to be met with a sneer and a flick of his trouser leg: “Your family doesn’t even own a pig, and you think you can farm? Might as well plant your veggies straight into my pig’s mouth!” Xie Zhaozhao came back, pulled out their last 500 copper coins, and went straight to the market—returning with a limp little piglet. Everyone: “Miss… this pig looks crippled…” Xie Zhaozhao: “Lame or not, it’s ours! Next time someone messes with our field, our pig’s going to mess up theirs first!” She looked at the small patch of barren land in front of the dilapidated courtyard, her gaze firm: “From now on, forget the male lead. We’re going to grow the priciest cabbages in the empire and rake in silver from every noblewoman in the capital!” —Assuming, of course, the pig doesn’t wreck the field again tomorrow.
staphy0423 · 709 Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 13.8K Views

Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

As soon as Zhao Huai opened his eyes, he realized that he had become the last crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. However, he wasn't excited about it because the Great Yan Dynasty had already perished. In the current world, the New Dynasty reigned supreme. He had fled south and settled down, becoming a small pawnshop owner. From being the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty to an unknown pawnshop owner, the only thing Zhao Huai could rely on was a golden copper coin he received when he first transmigrated here. By flipping the coin, he could receive instructions in his mind, know the outcome of things, and predict the fortune and misfortune he would face. In front of you is a mysterious ring. Do you accept it? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You accept the ring and obtain the destiny of "Good Fortune." In front of you is a marriage proposal. Do you agree to marry her? The instruction you receive is "misfortune." You choose to marry her and obtain the destiny of "Divine Insight." In the chaos caused by demons and monsters in the Central State, you have achieved great cultivation. Do you want to emerge from seclusion? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You defeat the demon lord with a single sword, shaking the world, and obtain the destiny of "Sword Saint." As the New Dynasty was established, its foundation was unstable. Demons and monsters caused disturbances, and people's hearts were unsettled. The world was filled with countless bones, and small countries were on the brink of collapse. Foreign tribes on the border were watching closely. Even in this prosperous era, there were countless plagues. This was a world where cultivation was revered, and Zhao Huai knew that only by becoming an immortal could he protect himself. While the former officials of the Great Yan Dynasty were searching everywhere for the heir of the former dynasty, attempting to restore the nation and continue the imperial legacy of the Great Yan Empire, Zhao Huai said, "Restoring the nation? It'll not be too late for me to do that after I become an immortal."
Platonic Formula · 1.7M Views
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