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The Quantum Paradox
The Quantum Paradox
Author: Sami Yang
Prologue – The End Before the Beginning
Author: Sami Yang
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Neo-New York – Year 2097

Neo-New York sprawls before us—a city of towering skyscrapers that pierce the smog-choked heavens, streets bathed in neon and rain, and digital billboards that relentlessly project the image of a man who has become the face of power itself. Cassian Drake’s visage—sharp, cold, and unyielding—is emblazoned on every screen, every advertisement, every corner of the metropolis. His voice, deep and calculated, echoes like a mantra through the urban labyrinth:

“The future is ours to control.”

Yet beneath this dazzling surface, in the labyrinthine depths of abandoned tunnels and forgotten subways, a different reality unfolds. In one such tunnel—a dank, concrete corridor echoing with the drip of water and the distant hum of obsolete machinery—Malcolm Voss lies dying.

Malcolm presses his back against the icy concrete wall, his body betraying him with each labored breath. Blood trickles down his side from a fresh gunshot wound, mingling with the dust of decades past. Beside him, on the cracked floor, lies the shattered remnant of the Quantum Stabilizer—a device that once pulsed with unearthly energy and had the power to twist time itself. Sparks leap from its fractured core in wild, unpredictable bursts. Amidst the haze of pain and the blur of blood, Malcolm can only murmur, with bitter irony,

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.”

The tunnel, vast and empty yet filled with echoes, soon betrays the approach of new footsteps. Shadows lengthen and coalesce as a figure emerges from the darkness. Cassian Drake steps forward, his presence as immaculate as his tailored black suit, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with a satisfaction that chills the soul. He is flanked by armed guards whose silent vigilance underscores the inevitability of fate. Cassian crouches beside Malcolm, his tone measured and unyielding as he intones,

“You should’ve listened, Malcolm. Fate is inevitable. And so is your death.”

Despite the searing pain, Malcolm grits his teeth and forces a defiant smirk. “Funny thing about fate…” he replies hoarsely, lifting his trembling hand. There, clutched in his bloodstained palm, is a small, blinking device—the failsafe. The last ace he had hidden away for moments like these.

Cassian’s expression darkens, his eyes narrowing as he leans closer. “What did you do?” he demands.

A low, almost imperceptible hum vibrates through the tunnel as time itself seems to warp around them. The broken fragments of the Quantum Stabilizer suddenly pulse with energy, casting erratic beams of light that stretch the fabric of reality. In an instant, the very world bends and contorts—the tunnel warps like a mirage, stretching into infinity—and then, with a final, shattering snap, everything goes dark.

And just like that, Malcolm is gone.

Cassian staggers back, a string of curses on his lips, while his guards exchange nervous glances. One guard, his voice barely a whisper, ventures, “He’s erased himself from time.”

Cassian exhales sharply, his face twisting between fury and reluctant admiration. Then, slowly, an amused smile creeps across his features. “No,” he murmurs, his tone laced with a grudging respect, “he just reset the game.”

Somewhere—somewhen—time reasserts itself. Malcolm Voss opens his eyes. But he is no longer in the oppressive gloom of the underground tunnel. He stands amid the pulsating heart of Neo-New York. The city, with its brilliant cascade of neon and the ceaseless hum of traffic, sprawls all around him. Skyscrapers glimmer in the early light; the air is a mix of promise and lingering decay from a past that nearly consumed him.

Yet, as Malcolm takes in his surroundings, something is inexplicably off. A large, high-definition news screen mounted on the side of a building flashes a breaking news report. The headline sears itself into his mind:

MALCOLM VOSS: THE MAN WHO NEVER EXISTED.

His heart lurches in his chest, and his blood runs cold at the impossible declaration. How can it be that he—the man who just reset time—has become a ghost, a phantom out of existence? His mind reels as he tries to comprehend the situation. His own image, splashed across every screen, tells him a story he does not remember living—a tale of a man erased from history.

Malcolm swallows hard, his vision blurring momentarily as he gathers his scattered thoughts. With a shaky breath, he whispers to himself,

“The game isn’t over. It’s only just begun.”

In that moment, as the city around him hums with indifferent routine and the digital billboards proclaim a future crafted by Cassian Drake, Malcolm realizes that fate is not a closed chapter. Rather, it has been rewritten. The Quantum Stabilizer, though shattered, has given him one final chance—a reset, a do-over that has plunged him into a reality where his very existence is an enigma.

Cassian Drake’s words, heavy with fatalism, echo in Malcolm’s mind, but now they serve as a challenge rather than a curse. Fate may be inevitable, and death may have been his scheduled end, but Malcolm has outsmarted destiny by resetting the game. A new battle has been set in motion—a battle not just for survival, but for the very fabric of reality. In a city where power is measured in the control of time, where every moment is a calculated move on a cosmic chessboard, Malcolm Voss stands as an anomaly—a wild card with the potential to upend the order.

He looks up at the flashing screens around him, his eyes hardening with resolve. Somewhere, amid the towering spires and the neon glow, Cassian Drake’s regime waits. But now, Malcolm’s existence is no longer a certainty; it is a variable in a game that has been reset. He has been given a rare opportunity to rewrite his destiny, to reclaim his forgotten past and challenge the future that others have so meticulously planned.

For Malcolm, the words on the news screen are not a condemnation—they are a call to arms. The headline “The Man Who Never Existed” becomes a paradoxical beacon, signaling that his erasure from time is not an end, but a beginning. A beginning of a new war, a new conflict where he must navigate the treacherous intersections of power, time, and fate. It is a journey that will take him from the shadowy underbelly of Neo-New York to the highest echelons of control—a journey that will test his ingenuity, his strength, and his very will to exist.

As the city’s pulse beats on, indifferent yet alive, Malcolm Voss steps forward into his uncertain future. With every step, the fabric of time shifts around him. His survival is proof that even in a world engineered by absolute power, there is always room for rebellion. The game has been reset, and now the players must adapt or perish.

In that quiet, defining moment, Malcolm makes a silent vow: he will uncover the truth behind his disappearance, he will challenge Cassian Drake’s dominion, and he will expose the hidden forces that control fate itself. His journey is just beginning, and every moment holds the promise of revolution. In a world where time can be reset and the past can be rewritten, Malcolm Voss is the spark that will ignite a new dawn.

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