O Fim dos Estados Unidos
"Sem sistema, sem poderes especiais, sem santidade." Versão profunda: Para evoluir de besta a humano, são necessários pelo menos dezenas de milhares de anos. E para o ser humano regredir a besta, se
“Standing 6.33 feet tall (193 centimeters), weighing 210 pounds (95 kilograms), and only twenty-five years old!”
“Five consecutive Super Bowl championships, five straight Super Bowl MVP awards, and six regular-season MVP titles!”
“Let’s welcome the legendary quarterback of Texas, from the Dallas Cowboys... Gavin King!”
The familiar opening lines, though boasting ever-growing accolades, failed to ignite any new passion within Gavin.
He had been living in this era for twenty-five years now—reborn from an Eastern millennial into an American of the 1980s, a life he had lived twice over.
During these twenty-five years, leveraging the foresight his time travel granted him, he had long achieved financial freedom.
And in terms of fame, from the moment he arrived, he had been far stronger than ordinary people—faster, stronger—and he had casually entered the National Football League.
Within just six or seven years, he had collected every honor available, becoming America’s adored football god and legendary quarterback.
Celebrations like this one had grown tiresome; the same few hundred legs milling about over and over.
So, as usual, after rolling around in champagne, Gavin slipped away from the familiar Victoria’s Secret angels and went to a room with the rookie Gigi Hadid.
This girl was born in ’95, only nineteen now, fresh as morning dew.
The key was she hadn’t yet been marked by Leonardo—making her appear even more innocent.
After some intimate conversation, Gigi went to the bathroom while Gavin lay back on