Children of Old Earth

Children of Old Earth

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A generation ago, humanity's space colonies waged a successful war of independence, leaving the Earth's administrative blocs in ruins. With the assassination of the North Atlantic Union's loudest voice for rearmament, the nation careens toward collapse. Shattered and rebuilt through constant fighting on their nation's frontiers, the North Atlantic Army's 12th MS Squadron and its officers find the fate of their bloc thrust into their hands. Either the successor to the Haroldson name will keep hold of the tiger's tail, or he will be thrown into its jaws. (A fic focusing less on the core Asticassia cast, and more on members of groups like the Earthian blocs, Dawn of Fold, Space Assembly League, and Dominicus.) Warnings: Violence, strong language.
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"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

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