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The World Doesn't Reset?

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In the year 2025, death is no longer final. Thanks to Reset Technology, humanity has learned to rewind its mistakes, a few minutes, an hour, even a day. Accidents are temporary. Failures are optional. Regret is obsolete. For most people. Sterben Mensch is the anomaly , a quiet, cautious seventeen-year-old born without the ability to reset. In a world where everyone lives recklessly and resets at will, Sterben lives every second like it’s his last, because it might be. He keeps his defect a secret, blending in as best he can. But when a tragic incident forces him to act without the luxury of rewinding, his truth comes dangerously close to being exposed. And in a society that fears fragility, Sterben becomes a problem to be erased. Now hunted by the very system meant to protect life, he must navigate a world where no one understands consequence , where people laugh off death and forget what they’ve done. Along the way, he discovers a hidden resistance: those who remember, those who choose not to reset... and those who believe there’s still value in living a single, irreversible life. As Sterben faces the impossible choice between survival and changing the world, one thing becomes clear: When everyone gets a second chance, what’s the worth of someone who only gets one?
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Chapter 1 - My World Doesn't Reset

The email came with a single-line subject:

"We regret to inform you."

Sterben Mensch stared at the screen in silence. He didn't blink. He didn't curse. His shoulders didn't even move.

He closed the laptop.

The tiny apartment he rented smelled faintly of burnt coffee and secondhand vinyl. A reset pod across the street let out a jingle every few minutes as people stepped in, disappeared, and came back ten minutes earlier, slightly less embarrassed, slightly less bruised. A second chance for them.

He didn't have that.

Sterben grabbed his coat.

His internship, six months of unpaid overtime, grunt tasks, and fake smiles gone in a digital breath. He didn't ask why. He already knew: he wasn't like them. No resets. No rewinds. One shot at everything. The HR rep probably felt bad. Probably hit Reset right after firing him so she wouldn't have to remember it.

Sterben took the stairs two at a time.

He didn't mourn. He didn't have the luxury. He had rent to pay. And next month's rent. And the month after that. No safety net, no backup timeline, no digital anchor to yank him back to "before."

"It doesn't get better," he muttered to himself as he stepped into the cold. "But I'll do what I can."

He walked. One foot in front of the other. The city buzzed like a machine that didn't care who got caught in its gears. Holograms flickered above Reset Centers. Teens laughed as they hurled themselves off parkour rooftops, then hit Reset before they hit the ground.

Sterben pulled his hood tighter.

He was halfway across 7th Avenue when it happened.

A girl burst out of the alley like a thunderbolt. Her eyes wide. Her breath ragged. She sprinted without looking, without direction.

She slammed into Sterben full force.

They both staggered.

A hard, black briefcase tumbled from her hand and hit the pavement. It bounced once, clicked and popped slightly open.

Sterben caught her by the arm to steady her.

"Are you-"

"Run," she whispered.

Then she was gone, disappearing into the blur of city lights.

Sterben stood frozen, staring at the open briefcase lying at his feet.

From inside, something pulsed softly with blue light.