Here you are: a free copy of 2125 - The Letters, an story from the future
In 2125 – The Hibernator, Max Flowerdale awakens from the Coma Superviviente, an experimental, artificial hibernation that has halted his aging for an entire century. As he slowly finds his footing in this new world, he attempts the one thing that seems almost impossible: reconnecting with the people he was forced to leave behind a hundred years earlier.
2125 – The Letters is a collection of messages Max writes to his family and closest friends. No nostalgia, no time-travel romanticism, but raw wonder, honesty, humor, and sometimes pain. He writes from a future we can barely imagine, back to a past that for him has only just slipped away. The letters form an intimate companion to 2125 – The Hibernator — a glimpse into his thoughts, doubts, and hopes.
A series of moving messages to the people Max had to leave behind in 2025.
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Beginning
It is 2125. A few months ago, I woke from the Coma Superviviente, and my memories returned in scattered fragments. I barely knew who I was, let alone what had happened to the world while I slept for a century. Everything around me felt strange, new, almost unreal. But as the fog in my mind slowly lifted, I suddenly saw the faces of the people I had left behind. And so I began to write to them.
Of course, it makes no sense. These letters cannot reach anyone. Everyone I write to has long since died. But the urge to speak was stronger than the certainty that my words would never arrive. As if I wanted to warn them one last time. As if I could tell them something that might have changed the outcome a hundred years ago.
I now live in a new reality. An unbelievably beautiful world, one I never dared to dream of. In my time they called me the Doomsday Professor, because as a historian I mostly saw how the earth was sliding toward its end. And now I must admit: I was wrong. Completely wrong.
So I write. To the people who shaped me. To those who loved me, opposed me, or simply existed beside me. They will never read my words. But these letters helped me understand who I was, and who I might still become.
