Asset Antonym Novels & Stories

"For. for this. Whatever this is." "I'm so tired of defining everything in terms of the job, Sabe." Anton's gaze was unflinching, peeling away defenses layer by layer. "I'm so tired of deals. You said I've been purchasing loyalty. You were correct. So I'm not going to try to purchase this. I'm not going to haggle over it. I'm just going to ask." He took one last, infinitesimal step, bridging the distance between them. "What is this?"

, Anthon said as he lifted up a stone which seemed so precious. He rubbed it with his two hands before he dropped it on the ground, placing his hands behind his back and kept on walking. Just like Constantine, the both came for something worth more than those which laid on the ground. "Those are fallacies, tricks powerful enough to lure the weak minded. I only hope you're not one of them", she paused and turned around with a smile on her face while she called her name, "Anthon?" "No my lady..", he shook his head slightly just as he responded.

he argued, still, telling the saleswoman to continue his instructions. “You sure love to waste money.” Crystal muttered under her breath, but it was heard thereof by Antony loud and clear. Antony gazed over at the woman. “I love to waste money on people that I cherish, it’s a hobby of mine.” He even bragged, and some salesladies were flattered of his words, but not Crystal. “I doubt it.” She deadpanned, shifting her weight from leg to leg.

“Marcus, tell me what you see.” “I haven’t figured it out yet. This thing’s packing state-of-the-art encryption and a sophisticated peer-to-peer update mechanism. My guess is it’s a worm or a specialized Trojan horse, but I can already see it’s capable of covering up its actions.” “Covering up? How?” “Usually these types of programs either rewrite the attacked data on the fly or they wipe the hard drive, possibly rendering the affected device useless.”

“Stop! Stop saying this, you don't get anything, there's more to it….” “Then for the sake of whatever matters, tell me. Tell me!” “It is because of ANTI, it means Antaleum Nagaxium Tilogydo Tiransodi.” “I thought no one knew what it meant.” “Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.”

Antonio was extremely terrified and cried, “Please, I'm telling the truth… All my assets are worth about two billion US dollars… About a quarter of them are in real estate, a quarter of various fixed assets, and another quarter are in the form of cash, deposits, stocks, and trusts. The remaining quarter is all drugs and various smuggled goods…” Charlie sneered, “It's just two billion US dollars, so why are you hiding it? Are you afraid that I will rob you of your money?” Antonio shook his head subconsciously and blurted out, “No, no, that's not what I meant…”

Resistance equals reality. One day a young technician pressed his hand to the other side for half a second before a senior snapped at him. “Do not anthropomorphize the asset.” Asset. I added it to my word collection. I did not know what it meant, but I knew it meant not-person. I stored it with the others: Subject. Carrier. Donor. Variable. Asset. I built myself from overheard nouns. Pain… Pain was educational. That is how they framed it. Pain meant adjustment. Calibration. Progress.

"You must be the luckiest cunt on the face of this fucking planet." "Ant!" Sam protested, hating the way Ant liberally sprinkled the C word into his vocabulary. "Oh, stop being such a fucking minge-flap, Sam," Ant muttered. "Anyway, talking of... " He paused and amended his language. "Ladies, are they here? Your fine-ass sisters?"

Anton doesn’t even look at me, still grinning at Faiza, while she lets out a low and throaty laugh. “Oh, calm down, Princess,” Faiza murmurs. And suddenly a hand knocks into my rib cage and I go sprawling to the side, landing amongst my pillows as I spin my head back to her, just in time to see her calmly retaking her seat. “He fucking wishes I would deign to sleep with him.” “Listen, the moment you’re looking to go dumpster diving…” Anton murmurs, gesturing towards his long form. “I’m right here.” I snarl, hating that offer, hating that he refers to himself as trash for her sake, hating –