The Cyber Age

Chapter 9: The Cyborg

Braden stepped back off of the balcony, entirely disturbed by what he'd just seen. He stared into Tristan's eyes, entirely speechless. Tristan waited for some kind of a response from him. As Braden struggled to even grasp what he'd just seen, he couldn't gather words to express his shock. "2416?!" Braden exclaimed. Tristan frowned.

His next words he'd wished he'd never have to say. "Look, I felt bad having that fight with you the earlier, when you didn't even know the truth. It wouldn't have even mattered if Mom had survived the crash, because everyone's dead now anyways." Said Tristan.

Braden's breaths were forced, his heart rate was speeding increasingly fast, and his fingers were getting tingly. He was having a panic attack. Braden rushed back over to the edge of the balcony, breaths heavily labored. This was utterly and completely impossible. How the freaking heck could he be in 2416?

"How the frick did this happen, Tristan?" Braden asked, feeling like he could pass out any second. "When we all agreed to go with Tim, he brought us here. The tower with the balcony is new, of course, but for four-hundred years, we were cryogenically frozen, twenty miles below earth. No electric signals being sent out, no internet, nothing.

We were all asleep, and completely undetectable. Tim knew this would all happen, even if he didn't know how. I honestly don't know how Tim knew. He came to me saying that he thought a robot was gonna take over the world. I shook it off, until he showed me the evidence. Then I decided to go with him." Said Tristan.

Braden wasn't even listening to half of Tristan's explanation; he was feeling light headed and tingly. Braden stepped back away from the ledge, just incase he blacked out. He now felt nauseous. "How did I forget this?" Braden whimpered. Tristan registered a face of sympathy. "How'd you forget me and Kendall?" Tristan asked.

Braden looked at Tristan in the eyes, as he began to shed tears of shock and disturbance. "Everything. . . everything we knew is gone." Said Braden. Tristan walked over to hug Braden, just as he passed out. Braden fell to the floor of the balcony, a balcony over fifty feet above New York, 2416. A city that was barely surviving.

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Braden woke up on a couch. He hadn't seen a couch in any of their rooms. Braden looked around. This was an office alright, and a big one at that. Much bigger than his, Kendall's, Tristan's, or Brent's. Maybe it was Tim's. Braden tried to remember what had happened. Had he gone to sleep, or did he pass out.

Maybe he got knocked out. He wouldn't be surprised; Tristan could be a little snake sometimes. Braden wouldn't be surprised if Tristan had knocked him out. Just as he was wondering, Tim walked in. Braden didn't know what to say. He had a crazy dream where it was four-hundred years in the future, and they were in a big city that looked like trash.

Deep down, he knew it was real, but he just shrugged it off because it was to preposterous to be true. Tim walked over to the couch Braden was laying on, and he sat on the arm. "Hey, Brady." Said Timothy. Braden didn't know what to say, still. He didn't know if he should ask if the dream was real, or if he should just forget it. "Hi, Tiny Tim." Said Braden.

"Don't call me Tiny Tim." "Don't call me Brady." Braden snapped back. Tim scoffed. "Do you remember what Tristan told you, or does it just fell like a dream?" Said Tim. Braden's heart dropped. So it was real, however preposterous it was. It was still real. Braden put his hands over his face.

This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. How was this remotely possible?! "It felt like a dream. Before you said anything, of course." Said Braden. Timothy sighed, not wanting Braden to be upset. "I'm sorry, Braden." Said Timothy, sounding as if he was honestly sad.