ONE GIRL. ONE LIGHTBULB.
ONE THOUSAND YEARS IN THE FUTURE.
Ivy Rochester accidentally falls into a portal that takes her 1,000 years into an alternate future. Getting back is the least of her worries.
12-year-old Ivy Rochester finds the pressures of everyday school life overwhelming and often finds herself seeking refuge in an abandoned classroom. One day, she finds a stack of fluorescent lightbulbs in the room...and somehow finds herself in a world that she could only describe as the Future World.
She quickly joins new friends: Syndria, Oak, Augaley, Kronalia, and Carbon, on a quest to help save The System – a dying interface that their world relies on for everything from traveling to cooking. It won't be as easy as they hope for, however: a notorious group of rebels has their eyes on The System too...to destroy it and take over with their own system to rule the world. To make matters worse, government agents catch wind of Ivy's anomalous presence, and she finds herself in a race to both return home and help her newfound friends.
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The deeper Ivy finds herself in this Future World, the bigger the conspiracy she falls into – centered around the fluorescent lightbulb she accidentally carried with her. How will she help her friends? And why exactly does everyone want this bulb?
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Ivy’s ears rang as she scrambled backward, flipping over a stack of boxes in the process. “Wah!” she exclaimed as she fell with a large ‘oof’ to the ground, holding the glass tube high over her head to avoid dropping and breaking it. She sighed in relief as she saw the bulb survived the fall. “Who put that there?” she muttered with a groan. Better yet, she thought as she quickly struggled to her feet, who turned on the lights?
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The room looked very different with the lights on. She spotted a large computer display that spanned the entire back wall, its screen showing an array of symbols and colors. “Huh, was that always there…?” she said to herself as she carefully placed the lightbulb on the ground. She looked in alarm as the bulb’s glass made a soft clinking noise against the floor.
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The floors were sleek, black marble, so shiny she could see her reflection. “…pretty sure floors were carpeted, weren’t they?”
Ivy slowly scanned the room. The boxes of school supplies were gone, and everything around her was a completely different configuration. “I…don’t think I’m at school anymore…,” she said.
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