Autechre: Exai Novels & Stories

��𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗜. 𝗔 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱: "𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛: 𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘. 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥."

“Wait, WHAT?” I winced. “It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. They’re just… old. From when we were together. I doubt he even remembers he has them.” Anna narrowed her eyes at me. “Clarice. Honey. Babe. You found an actual sketchbook where your ex-boyfriend—who's an architect, by the way—drew you, and you’re just casually bringing this up?” I sighed. “Because it doesn’t mean anything, Anna. They’re from so long ago.”

Alex was wonderful, everything he did to me, what he did in my body, in my brain, in my heart, everything was indescribable. "Lean back and put them on my knees, precious,” he asked me with a ragged breath, "I want to show you something." I did as he asked, groaning as the pressure deepened as I moved. “Look, little one, look how I get inside of you...” I looked down at where he told me, gasping for air at what I found. This was... Too erotic. I was so flustered that I didn't realize my orgasm was coming until I found myself convulsing and moaning over Alex.

"[ GoDS MusT ComeBacK ]" "[ThE CounciL MusT RevivE ThE GodS ]" "[ TheY ArE Us! TheY MusT ExisT ]" "[We OF ThE CounciL, MusT SavE The GodS]" "[We MusT SavE The OlD GodS]" "[ ThE ArE RottinG, ThE ArE DecayinG ]" "[LeT ME Go! LEt Us GO! ]" "[ PaiN, AgonY, OblivioN, EternitY.... I Want To DiE ]"

The Exile was incredibly strong, their suit’s exoskeletal servos whining as they tried to crush Kael’s ribs. ​Kael grabbed the Exile’s wrist, his thumb pressing into the crack in the armor. He didn't use a weapon. He used the Scars. ​Even though the silver lines were gone, the nerves in his palms still carried the "Harmonic Memory" of the Librarian. He closed his eyes and summoned the sensation of the Whisper-Moss—the relentless, hungry growth that had brought the Harvester down. ​He didn't need the Chorus. He just needed to Vibrate.

“What was that? In the last room. You felt it.” Ethan, clutching his splinted arm to his chest, didn’t open his eyes. His face was pale. “It wasn’t a song. It was… a silence that screams. A hole in the world where music should be. He wasn’t just making hybrids. He was making an anti-Speaker. Something that feeds on connection. On peace.” An anti-Speaker. Tess’s hand instinctively covered her stomach. Your light is life to the unborn. What would such a creature do to that light?

"Standard brute force isn't working. I need to overload their sensory processors. I need to confuse the AI." "How?" "Audio injection!" Hailey’s fingers flew across the keys. "I’m hijacking their tactical comms channel. Broadcasting... now!" Ben braced himself, expecting white noise or a high-frequency screech. Instead, the Snow-Cat’s speakers—and the speakers inside the enemy mech—blasted music at maximum volume. But it wasn't rock. It wasn't techno. It was a trap-remix of the Great Compassion Mantra, with a heavy bass drop.

* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

Elexa spoke up too, nodding her head in agreement. Elexa is a rather pretty ravenett. Her pitch black hair is short and straight, stopping just below her ears. Her eyes are a bright blue with flecks of green in them. Her skin was a pale ivory, marred with several scars. A large freckle was dotted just under her right ear. She is more heavily built than her fellow rookie, though a tad bit shorter. “Oh?” Aeon tilted her head curiously. “Does the team have a name, or do we just refer to it as “the team’.” Steve asked her, finally catching her breath.

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.