Mirro

When there is a threat to humanity we don’t care, because it doesn’t associate with us but when it jeopardizes us we take immediate action, then you realize that there is no turning back.

I can gracefully say my life is simple but extremely difficult.

Let me ask you a question: if you could meet your future self, what would you do or say? Or when your future self is right in front of you with a bullet in his/her lower abdomen, yes this is my story. It began a long time ago than expected but i never really care so shall we start. “My name is Brian yes ironic I know, and I'm the epitome of someone you call broke I mean I can afford a ramen noodle I own a café which would later be one of my investment points, but that's not the point

Currently, we are in America and the year is XXXX. I know unconventional things, and I'm a student who works two jobs and still doesn't have enough money to pay rent. You technically won’t call it a job, more like running a business. My life is the same. I have the same routine, and nothing really surprises me. “But on this day I wish I can erase from my head, but it was on a Monday I vividly remember the time was exactly 11:59:59am time froze or maybe my imagination was wild but yeah I was taking garbage out after a long day at work oh, and I work at a coffee shop” I met someone which left my jaw on the floor like rhetorically, and it wasn’t the president or a celebrity no it was Me... Yeah, I met myself and the first thing that came to my mind was how is my future self-more handsomer than me, I mean we are of the same flesh and blood. But he has a full-grown beard with long hair which is silver and weird because mine is black. “Why is he not talking? Talking to myself internally

Is he okay, what's wrong with him? Is he mentally unstable? Hmm, only then is when I realized that he is holding his lower abdomen I see blood” oh no” I said to myself. I picked him up before anyone noticed and took him to my secret place in the café at the back where I laid him in my bed which was covered with white sheets "Things I do for myself” as I put him down. I tended to his wounds and went back upstairs to make sure business was okay.

5 hours later

(in those five hours, Brian went to the pharmacy to get some medication. He came back and paid his employees, went to his office and counted how much they made today and see how much profit he made) Also the café which includes a bookstore belonged to a man named Ivan Mooney, but he later dies and since his children travel out of the state and his wife left him(tragic) only for him to become rich and die and so his café was left with me, and I'm taking great care of it)

AHH, wheeze. Huff. Puff…as I breathe heavily, another dream if I was back on earth 0 my wife would probably be asking what I dreamt about. You Know I like nightmares. When I wake up, they leave me deeply valuing my reality. “Anyway, where am I?” I ask myself. As I got up from the bed, I saw pictures of myself all around, that when I realized that I'm current the past a couple of years before it all started because after the war is ended the world is in a dystopian society where the power survives and where people use the mutation as an excuse to kill the people that are struggling. They say humans are the smartest creatures on the planet, so we were able to build an irresistible immune system which made us basically immortal, and I haven't seemed to die yet because I remember getting shot, so I guess it still works as I go back in time.

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