The begining

 **Chapter 1: the begining**

  *A Sci-Fi Drama*

The skyway hummed with life. Flying cars zipped past glowing street signs, neon-lit billboards casting vibrant reflections against the towering skyscrapers. **Planet Neon** had long blurred the line between human and machine—cyborgs and humans walked side by side, their metallic limbs gleaming under artificial sunlight.
Seated in his sleek black hovercar, **Michael** piloted through the skyway’s glowing lanes, his fingers resting idly against the dashboard. His younger brother, **Steeve**, shifted excitedly in the seat beside him.
*"Mic, can we go to the library?"* Steeve asked abruptly, his gaze flicking toward the skyline.
Michael smirked, catching the urgency in his brother’s tone.
*"The library?"* He stole a sideways glance at him. *"You sure you’re not more interested in someone there rather than the books?"*
Steeve stiffened, his expression a flicker of momentary panic.
*"W-What? No way. It’s about the books!"*
Michael chuckled. *"Right… Or maybe it's Stella."*
The way Steeve’s expression froze was all the confirmation Michael needed. He chuckled, leaning into the turn as they ascended toward the glowing skyway curve.
*"How did you know?"* Steeve muttered, crossing his arms. *"I never told anyone."*
Michael’s smirk softened into something more knowing.
*"You’re my little brother. Plus... you weren’t exactly subtle the night you got drunk."*
Steeve groaned, burying his face in his hands.
*"Damn... If word gets out, I’m doomed."*
Michael laughed. *"Relax. I haven’t told a soul. Just go for it, alright?"*
Steeve sighed, nodding slowly.
Ahead, a **huge holo-screen** flickered to life on one of the floating skyscrapers. The flashing news headline sent chills down Michael’s spine:
**“SERIAL KILLING SPREE SPANNING 30 YEARS—NO SUSPECTS.”**
*"Same old story,"* Steeve muttered. *"No answers. Just fear."*
Before Michael could respond, the image abruptly switched to a live **COMET BROADCAST**.
*"A comet visible only once every two million years... passing over Neon tonight."*
Michael’s eyes flickered with intrigue.
*"I need to head out early tonight. I want to see this."*
Steeve straightened. *"I’ll come with you."*
Michael grinned. *"Alright. But first—tell her. Okay?"*
Steeve flushed a deep red, gripping his seatbelt.
*"Fine... Today. I'll do it."*
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The **Neon Library**was a marvel of technological elegance—holographic books floated in midair, their glowing titles shifting with the touch of an AI-assisted librarian. Tall glass panels framed the building, reflecting the city’s artificial skyline like an eternal illusion.
Inside, *Stella* stood at the reception desk, radiant as ever. Her golden hair cascaded softly over her shoulder, catching the dim glow of the overhead lights.
*"Hello, sir. Hello, Steeve,"* she greeted warmly.
Steeve hesitated, then cleared his throat. *"Hi."*
Michael eyed him with amusement before turning to Stella.
*"I need When the Time Comes* by Dr. Jester,"he said.
The librarian handed him the book—a sleek, ancient-looking tome bound in dark material. Michael’s fingers traced the title thoughtfully as he watched Steeve fumble through his conversation.
*"No excuses this time,"* he whispered in Steeve’s ear. *"Just tell her."*
Steeve stiffened but nodded.

Night fell upon **Planet Neon**, the skyline pulsing with neon lights. The **Observatory Platform** buzzed with excitement as a crowd gathered, eyes locked skyward, waiting for the rare sight.
Michael, Steeve, and Stella stood near the edge.
*"Come with us,"* Michael offered to Stella, his voice calm. *"This is something worth seeing."*
The comet *raced across the sky*, its luminous tail casting eerie reflections against the towering skyscrapers.
Steeve turned to Stella, his pulse hammering. He took a breath—this was the moment.
*"Stella... I’ve been meaning to say this for a while. I really like you."*
Stella blinked, her lips parting slightly—but before she could speak, A DEAFENING Roar ripped through the atmosphere.
The crowd screamed. The sky ignited with *blinding light*.
A comet fragment hurtled *straight down toward Neon.*
*BOOM.*
Everything turned white.
Steeve gasped awake.
His body felt *light*—too light. His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling with an unfamiliar rhythm.
Fresh soil. Rustling trees. *Birds chirped* nearby. A gentle stream flowed in the distance.
He sat up sharply. **Stella** lay beside him, stirring slowly.
*"Stella! Wake up!"*
She groaned softly, blinking at him in dazed confusion.
Steeve turned—his heart slammed against his ribs.
*Humanoid figures stood in the distance. Watching.*
But they were *different.* No metal implants. No robotic limbs.*Pure flesh. Pure life.*
A shudder ran through him. His voice was barely a whisper.
*"A new world... or is it a dream?"*

TO BE CONTINUED...