Aiba Ai: The Somnium Files Novels & Stories

Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl. “Stop!” she cries. “He can’t…his body can’t…he needs to take a break.” With tears running down her face, she goes up to her only son and places her hand on his head. “Somnum,” she whispers, and the sleeping spell takes effect immediately. Evander’s body slumps forward, head hanging against his chest. I can feel Ruth’s eyes on me, but she’s not stupid. She knows how dire the stakes are right now, and shifting her attention away from Evander will make her look heartless in the eyes of the coven. I know she’s heartless, but the rest don’t.

Ana sucks in her breath. "I ... I felt that ..." she says. "Try again!" I think of the silver cage, my mother and Frey trapped somewhere in there, hungry, cold, injured. The anger rises in me. White-hot. "BETA. ABIR." I mindlink, "I. AM. YOUR. ALPHA." It's as if the breeze that rustled the leaves of the pine trees has swirled around a few times, gained force and rushed up the hill to the training ground.

"Failing to match as a whole class? Wow, true friendship. I'm so moved. Hahaha!" Keyla stood completely frozen, her legs shaking uncontrollably. As I watched the chaotic circus unfold before me, a deep sense of vindictive satisfaction washed over my chest. Luke felt the angry stares all around him. His eyes flickered, and he pointed at me. "It was him! Justin! He forced us to use the AI app for our college applications! He said we needed to keep up with the times! Our submissions weren't made of our own free will. We demand a re-submission!"

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

I leaned back against the wall, too tired to cry. “Will I really die like this?” I murmured as I closed my eyes. Another tear slipped down. Then, in the midst of the cold and silence, I felt something... warm. A presence. I opened my eyes slowly. Dark blue eyes stared back at me. Gentle. Familiar. Like the ocean on a stormless day. “It’s... you,” I managed to whisper, barely audible. Then everything went black as I collapsed into the night. CULLEN’S POV I was driving home, the cold wind howling through the night like a restless spirit, when something caught my eye. A figure in the distance—small, slumped, barely moving.

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

Her eyes, sharp and electric, met mine the moment she decrypted the final file. “It’s not him,” she said. “Not physically. But it’s him.” “What does that mean?” I asked. She swallowed. “It means Reagan didn’t just build weapons. He built himself a backup. A living, breathing AI system—part algorithm, part sentience. Modeled on his mind.” Lucien stood frozen. “You’re saying he uploaded his consciousness.” “I’m saying Reagan Blackwood never planned to die.” The AI called itself REMUS. It wasn’t just a program. It was a voice, a presence. And it didn’t want power.

The vampires are smart enough to make monsters do their job of sending havoc while they hide and get ready for a bigger blow. Leo tilted his head at the back of the car to see who asked him. It was the Alpha. “Based on the report, a newborn with a physical appearance of a spider alike is seen in this area. I don't have more information aside from that. We haven't gathered data about them.” “Spider-like…” Sebastian fondled his chin like he is an ancient thinker pondering on certain facts that ruffles his mind. Vamoire likes spiders. It must be that species she would likely to experiment.

“I’m not here to give you a replacement. I’m here to remind you that no system should be allowed to operate without pain. Without cost. If your decisions don’t make you lose sleep, then you’ve outsourced your soul.” Someone in the crowd whispered, too loud. “An idealist.” Lena heard it. Didn’t flinch. “No,” she said into the microphone. “I’m a realist. And that’s why I’m afraid of you.” Back in Zurich, Torin was tracing a new digital anomaly. A file fragment had emerged from a Chinese sub-node, something old, ghostly—an AI behavioral cluster labeled ‘Eidolon Sequence.’ Unverified. Unauthenticated. But it pulsed like something still alive.

After a while, Cosmo revealed, “It shows here both NSS and OVIC released the boy.” “Who could be behind this?” Dr Yomi wondered. “Only sophisticated artificial intelligence could have done this. What else could have done this except Alpha?” “That accursed AI.” “Tell Scorpion to find that AI's motherboard and destroy it!”