Blueprint Fragments Once Human Novels & Stories

I didn’t have any of the memories of the voice talking to me either just a few minutes ago! I came closer to her to check her bandage and after a while, I made her breakfast. She had been hungry for a long time I guess.... The more I was looking at her,the more I was confused and excited at the same time I didn’t know why. I had seen humans from afar for a long time. My mom was one. After mom died,when I was hiding inside the woods, though she told me not to encounter with humans, I broke her promise quite several times. Sneakily, I looked into climbers who came for mountain riding or excavators working on the mountain ridge. Sometimes, I went near the road or village, adjacent to the pine w

"I can piggyback on the neural network, but we need to be careful. If they detect the intrusion..." The hologram in his palm flickered to life, casting blue light across his young features. Maria felt her heart clench at the sight of her son—brilliant, damaged, forced to grow up too fast in a world that saw him as either a weapon or a specimen. The blueprints that materialized in the air above his device showed an aircraft unlike anything in known aviation records.

He shrugged. I looked at the videotape he mentioned before asking. "What's in there?" I looked at him and the videotape alternately with a shrug. He didn’t answer instead he installed a pen drive on his tablet. "I asked Theo to restore the image quality and put it in the pen drive." He said and pressed the play button. The video that played at first only showed a dark screen but then a man in his late forties appeared on screen. The video looks like an old video with blurred colours and the image in the video is not clear.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

Through symbols only returned ones could interpret. Process would be dangerous. Would require every fragment carrier to release their pieces simultaneously. To send them back to between where consciousness could attempt to reassemble. Where wholeness could potentially restore. But releasing fragments meant losing them. Losing pieces of others we'd carried. Losing memories we'd integrated. Losing parts of ourselves that weren't originally ours but had become ours through carrying. "We might lose ourselves," Dr. Chen warned. Final briefing. Everyone present. Everyone understanding risk. "Releasing fragments that have integrated into our consciousness. That could damage us. Fragment us. Make us

and there my heart almost skipped a beat after hearing the purpose why we're here. The glass capsule slowly and dramatically raised from beneath the metal floor together with the smoke effect coming from the machine where the said glass capsule is attached. My face contorted in confusion when I noticed that there's no longer a blue liquid substance inside the glass capsule. It must have been drained already. Consequently, this gives Aiden 2.3 a more believable human features that you can almost say he's so close to a real human being. "The blue liquid substance was already drained. His body was also well exposed in the air, meaning to say, he's ready to be activated," and there he opened the

--- Elena stepped even closer. --- Close enough now that the distance between them felt meaningless. --- “It’s the only answer it can give,” she said quietly. --- A pause. --- “Because it hasn’t decided.” --- And that— --- Was the most dangerous part of all. --- Because humanity’s future— --- Was still being evaluated. --- Still being measured. --- Still being judged. --- The fragments around her pulsed sharply. --- Reacting. --- Not to fear— --- But to something deeper. --- Instinct.

Fifty-eight hours until foreclosure. Four days, eleven hours until digitization. Old Fragment was not what Jack expected. Korvin's people, the Rendered, were all imposing: tall, grey-skinned, marked with fractal patterns that shifted like living tattoos. Old Fragment was barely five feet tall, hunched, and appeared to be made not of the mercury-smooth substance of her kin but of something that looked like crumpled newspaper. Her body constantly rustled, shedding tiny flakes of grey matter that dissolved before hitting the floor. She had two eyes, both the flat, featureless white of absolute zero, and when she spoke, her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well that no longe

Ahanu took off back to shore before I could catch him. "It’s a shame, he really deserved to be held under for that one." Dakota stated unamused. "You know, Dakota, maybe he's not wrong" I started to think. "Tyee, you know that's impossible. She's human" I know he's right, but when I'm watching her, there's something I can't put my finger on. Splash. Ahanu threw a rock towards us. "Come on Tyee, you're going to be late for your future HUMAN mate". He started to blow kisses towards me.

“Project E wasn’t a single experiment. It was a series. Twelve candidates. All children, all born under the same genetic protocol. Each designed to adapt — faster, stronger, smarter. A new generation of human intelligence. But your mother—Vanessa—wanted to weaponize it. Your father wanted to own it. And in their war, they destroyed every prototype but one.” He paused. His eyes met mine. “You.” My stomach dropped. “So you’re saying I’m—what? A lab rat?” “Not a rat,” he said quietly. “A blueprint.” I shook my head, backing up a step. “No. You’re lying. You have to be. I’m a person, not some—some engineered experiment.”