Animal Cyborg Novels & Stories

The entire back of its brain was gone but still it stood, looking around with its cyborg eye wondering what just happened. Just then its cyborg eye, lit with a red light, went off and it dropped to its knees and then fell forward; shaking the ground a little even. Molly waited. She had seen it fall to the ground and get back up again a good number of times to know not to celebrate just yet. Ten seconds passed and it was still down. She then gave it another ten seconds and when it still didn't get back up, she breathed out a heavy sigh of relief; trying to hold herself from breaking down but doing so anyway.

Intrigued and puzzled, she ran her hands over the contours of the body, her fingers tracing the delicate curves and edges. A surge of curiosity coursed through her and her eyes widened slightly. She began to examine the body more closely, her gaze fixated on the intricate details that had eluded her until now. Something she did not do when the body was freshly brought in here. Her eyes widened the more as she noticed the subtle seams along the figure's limbs, the hidden mechanisms concealed within the flawless skin. A wave of realization crashed over her as realised something, shattering her meticulously laid plans. This wasn't a corpse at all; it was a cunningly crafted cyborg, a fucking cy

It took several more moments before she’d regained herself enough to climb back into the saddle and, once again, focus on finding her way back to the meeting place. Remembering the cyborgs, she took a moment to scan the area for signs of them. She had no idea how they dealt with zombies. Did they avoid them? They were alien made creatures, but had humanity at their core so what happened if they were bitten by a zombie? Would they turn? Get sick? Be affected at all? She had no idea, but she hoped that they avoided them so that she didn’t have to worry about them lurking about since a small group of zombies had only just passed by .

- Said Cyborg connecting the communication cable and watching and while passing several charts and his face contorted with disgust and repugnance. - They altered human genetics in order to create meta weapons and monsters what they called beast of war, for export to profit from countries at war. – Said Cyborg. "This is awful," Selene said. – What did this monster do? – He questioned. - He was genetically altered at the cellular level. - Said cyborg, looking around. – But it seems to have lost the ability to respond to stimuli. - He said. – And he lost consciousness, he's in an induced coma. - Said the man.

Absolutely spectacular. But under his full back of ink, are scars. "This one was the first prototype." He points to the scar on his shoulder. "The second prototype." His side and he continues listing off about ten different spots the chips had been implanted. "Then by the last two ones, I started reacting badly. Something about too much Lead and chemicals in my blood." "You're a cyborg at this point." I laugh. "Ryder has two implants as well. Aside the wolf presence, flower, you are as strong and fast as Ryder." He tells me. My jaw drops.

Get his IP address or a digital footprint he leaves behind and Sarah will help with the information using her resources. I can know who he is. 'Hey, I'll be needing your help in a few days' I sent my message to Sarah and took a deep breath. In less than thirty seconds she responded. 'Anything, Baby...' Her response time amazes me still so I couldn't stop myself from asking, 'Are you a bot? Don't lie to me This was crazy but I still asked. Sarah's response appeared almost immediately, 'Yes... (Laughing emoji) Actually, I developed this prototype that can convert human thoughts to written speech so yup, I'm partly Miss Cyborg'

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

"The first successful integration. He doesn't need a suit. The metal is inside his skin." Harper went cold. So that's why the EMP didn't stop him. He was a cyborg. [The Jumpstart] The Lab. The Warden approached Sebastian with a high-voltage neural probe. "This will hurt," The Warden smiled perfectly. "I need to stimulate your nervous system to map the code." He jammed the probe into the port at the base of Sebastian’s skull. ZAP. Sebastian screamed. White-hot agony tore through his spine. His vision went white. [ WARNING: EXTERNAL SURGE DETECTED. ] The dead HUD inside his helmet flickered.

"What did you call those fictional creatures that were part human and part robot?" "Cyborg," Marco's voice yawned, laying with his head on Arsenio's shoulder and his eyes closed, but awake. "They're called Cyborgs," "Yes. Cyborg." Their father confirmed. "He'll be kind of like a cyborg, no?" They couldn't help but laugh at his words, all of them beyond relieved to know that Salvatore was alright.

“If Gorski did not mean well, you would not only suffer temporary blindness from a flash grenade.” Hearing the arsenal of in-built weapons Damian Gorski had in his body, Zen realised just how lucky he was. He deserved to be spanked. “The cyborg isn’t just an engineer, a scientist or an inventor. He was created as a human weapon and modified to be nearly impossible to kill. We don’t call him a one-man firing squad for no reason. He is fully capable of taking down fighter jets and nuclear submarines alone, so stop being naive already. The only harmless puppy here is you.”