2047, 06 December; 06:01

  =phone alarm rings a generic melody=

  ----yawn----

  "urgh, is it monday again? When did I even fall asleep?"

  slowly taking my hand out of my duvet cover I rummaged for my phone in the darkness.

  unable to find it I had no choice but to pull myself out of bed to at least find the charging cord.

  You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

  "aah, here it is. I really need to adjust the volume on this thing"

  I switched off the alarm to check through the notifications, but something caught my attention.

  A timed e-mail from an old friend who had passed away five years ago...

  thinking it was an error of some kind I clicked on it expecting a spam of some kind but the screen revealed otherwise.

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  sender:

  subject: Sorry

  Hi, hope you're doing fine.

  If you're receiving this while I'm still alive, just ignore it. Really, I think I overthought about things.

  You know how it's been since the economy took off, everyone is looking for a new business idea.

  But, in case, just in case if I'm not around anymore you need to call my colleague at NEXUS corp, I've left something there for you.

  Hope it'll help.

  With love,

  Zaya