I Breathe Euro

Jack stared at the data in front of him, his fingers twitching over the console as he ran simulation after simulation. Thousands of failed attempts. The numbers were clear—Earth was breaking apart. Not just the environment, not just society, but the very foundation of the planet itself.

The tectonic plates were shifting erratically, unstoppable earthquakes were tearing apart continents, and violent storms had become the new normal. Even if Jack somehow found a way to stabilize things, the natural balance of the planet was already lost.

His lab was eerily silent. The dim glow of the holographic screens reflected in his tired eyes. He had barely slept in days. His mind, once a machine of unstoppable brilliance, now felt like it was hitting a wall. For the first time, Jack felt powerless.

Katrina and Emma stood nearby, watching him. They had seen Jack overcome impossible odds before—creating the Aether Reactor, designing suits that could rival gods, crafting technology that made the impossible look effortless.

But this?

This was different.

Katrina finally stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "You need to rest," she said softly. "You won't solve anything if you push yourself like this."

Jack let out a hollow laugh, rubbing his temples. "Rest? I don't have the luxury of rest. The world is falling apart, Katrina."

He swiped at the holographic display, revealing live satellite footage of the disasters unfolding around the world. Cities swallowed by the ocean. Massive rifts splitting the land. Millions of people displaced, with nowhere to go.

Emma's voice was barely above a whisper. "There has to be a way, Jack."

Jack clenched his jaw. He had tried everything.

Reinforcing the tectonic plates? Failed.

Aether-infused atmospheric stabilizers? Failed.

Controlling the core's heat output? Failed.

Nothing worked. The Earth wasn't just dying—it was rejecting survival itself.

Jack pushed back from his console, standing abruptly. "If we can't fix Earth, we have to look somewhere else."

Katrina's eyes widened. "You mean…"

Jack nodded. "A new planet."

Silence filled the room. It was the last thing they wanted to hear. They had spent their lives on Earth, fought for it, bled for it. And now, Jack was saying they had to abandon it?

But the data didn't lie.

He turned back to his screen and pulled up a star map. His scans had already detected one possible candidate. A planet far beyond their solar system, within the habitable zone of its star.

It could support life.

But reaching it? That was an entirely different problem.

Jack exhaled sharply. "Space travel is one of the hardest things to engineer at this scale. We need a ship—no, a fleet—capable of carrying what's left of humanity."

Emma folded her arms. "Jack, that would take decades."

Jack didn't flinch. "Then we don't have a choice. We either build something that can get us there… or we all die here."

Jack clenched his fists, staring at the holographic globe in front of him. He had done it.

The Earth, once on the verge of collapse, was now stable. The violent earthquakes had subsided, the storms had calmed, and the tectonic plates had temporarily settled.

But it wouldn't last.

Jack had only managed to delay the inevitable.

The solution he found—a combination of Aether-infused core stabilizers and a planetary energy redistribution system—had bought them exactly eight months.

Eight months before the world would start breaking apart again.

Jack exhaled and leaned back in his chair. This wasn't victory. It was just a pause before the final battle.

Katrina, sitting across from him in full Aether-powered armor, frowned. "So that's it? We get eight months, and then… what? The world just ends?"

Jack nodded grimly. "If we don't act, yes."

Emma, arms crossed, leaned against the wall. "Then we need a new plan. Fast."

Jack's mind was already racing ahead. The only option left was to leave Earth. But space travel at this scale wasn't just difficult—it was impossible with their current technology. Even the fastest spacecraft humanity had ever built was laughably slow compared to what they needed.

They had one goal now:

Build a spaceship that could travel faster than light.

Jack gathered every scientist, engineer, and specialist on Future Island. The conference hall was packed, screens displaying blueprints, equations, and speculative designs.

He stood at the front, his expression cold and determined.

"In eight months, Earth will begin collapsing again. We have no way to stop it permanently. Our only chance is to leave."**

Murmurs filled the room.

Jack continued, "The problem is speed. Even if we had the best spacecraft today, it would take thousands of years to reach a new home. We need something faster. Something that moves beyond the limits of physics as we know them."

A hand shot up in the crowd. "You're talking about faster-than-light travel. That's science fiction."

Jack smirked. "So was antimatter technology. So was Aether. Yet here we are."

He turned to the main screen, where a new blueprint appeared. A spaceship design unlike anything humanity had ever conceived.

Project Exodus.

A massive ship, powered by a fusion of Aether, antimatter, and nuclear technology. A vessel designed to bend space itself—to rip open reality and travel through it.

A warp ship.

Jack pointed at the design. "This is what we're going to build. And we have exactly eight months to do it."

The room fell silent. The weight of the task ahead was crushing. Faster-than-light travel wasn't just difficult—it was impossible according to modern science.

But Jack had no intention of obeying the rules of physics.

He was going to break them.

Jack stood alone in his lab, staring at the holographic projections of the universe. If humanity was to survive, they needed a new home.

But finding a habitable planet was like searching for a single grain of sand in an infinite desert.

Then, it happened.

Jack's advanced Deep Space Scanner—a technology he had developed using Aether-powered sensors—detected something beyond the known star systems.

A planet.

Not just any planet. A habitable one.

Jack's heart pounded as he pulled up the data. The readings were impossible.

"Laptorian…" he muttered, gazing at the details.

A planet with an atmosphere similar to Earth's. Oxygen-rich, a functioning ecosystem, and—most shockingly—intelligent life.

But there was one problem.

Laptorian's gravity was 100 times stronger than Earth's.

That alone should have crushed any life form under its sheer force. Yet people lived there.

Jack zoomed in on the planetary scans, and his breath hitched. The inhabitants of Laptorian were unlike anything he had ever seen—tall, impossibly strong beings, their bodies seemingly evolved to withstand the extreme gravity.

How was this possible?

Jack activated the intercom.

"Emma, Katrina, get to the control room now. I think I've found something."

Within minutes, they arrived.

Emma frowned as she looked at the scans. "100 times Earth's gravity? That doesn't make sense. No human—or any life we know—could survive there."

Katrina, still in her Aether-powered suit, crossed her arms. "And yet, they do."

Jack nodded. "This changes everything. If these people can survive in those conditions, imagine what we could learn from them."

Emma's eyes widened as realization dawned. "If we could adapt to that gravity, we'd become far stronger than ever before."

Jack smirked. "Exactly. But first, we need a way to reach Laptorian. And survive once we get there."

Their mission had just become even more dangerous.

But for Jack, impossible was just another challenge to conquer.

Jack stood in his private lab, surrounded by complex blueprints, equations floating in holographic displays, and the ticking clock of Earth's inevitable doom.

The problem was clear—Laptorian's gravity was 100 times stronger than Earth's. No human could survive there.

Unless…

Jack's mind raced as he analyzed every piece of technology he had ever created—Aether reactors, antimatter technology, nuclear stabilizers.

And then, it hit him.

Anti-gravity.

If he could negate the planet's crushing force, humanity could walk on Laptorian as if it were Earth.

But how?

Jack needed a power source strong enough to counteract 100 times Earth's gravitational pull.

Aether.

It was the only energy dense enough to stabilize gravitational anomalies.

He got to work, blending Aether with antimatter fields, crafting the perfect balance of energy and repulsion.

For three sleepless days, Jack fine-tuned the prototype, shaping it into a sleek, form-fitting exosuit.

The first Anti-Gravity Suit.
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He slipped it on, adjusting the settings. If this worked, it would defy every known law of physics.

With a deep breath, Jack activated the suit.

The pressure on his body instantly disappeared.

Jack took a step—his movements felt weightless, effortless.

Then, he jumped.

Instead of falling, he hovered.

Jack grinned. "I just broke gravity."

Now, he just needed to make enough suits for an entire world.

Jack had done the impossible—he had conquered gravity itself.

But it wasn't enough. The entire human race couldn't rely on just suits. They needed Anti-Gravity Rooms—safe zones where Earth's survivors could train for their future on Laptorian.

Prototype development began immediately.

Jack designed gigantic spheres, each powered by his newly refined Aether-Antimatter Core. These rooms would simulate Earth-like gravity inside, shielding people from the crushing force of Laptorian.

With his engineers working around the clock, Jack oversaw the first Anti-Gravity Chamber being tested.

As expected, the calculations were perfect. Inside the room, gravity felt exactly like Earth.

Jack smirked. "Step one of human survival, complete."

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A Call from the Most Powerful Man on Earth

Just as Jack prepared for mass production, his encrypted comms lit up with a direct request from the President of the United States—Qrumb himself.

"Jack Williams, you're needed in Washington, immediately."

Jack frowned. The world's governments had been trying to stay relevant ever since his innovations had outpaced them, but for President Qrumb to personally reach out meant something big was happening.

He boarded his private jet. Luxaviation's finest pilots flew at hypersonic speeds, bypassing international airspace regulations.

As Jack approached Washington, he looked down at the shattered world below. Skyscrapers abandoned, cities half-submerged, lands cracked apart.

Earth was running out of time.

When Jack landed, a fleet of military SUVs was already waiting. The Secret Service personally escorted him to the White