Caleb Ex Machina Novels & Stories

He was not lying then. That makes it hurt. The cage raised him to love the cage. Now he is standing with one hand inside its teeth, asking it to bite him instead of the people still sleeping in its belly. “You are frightened,” the Director says. “Yes.” “You are confused.” “Yes.” “You have been influenced by a destabilizing source.” Caleb opens his eyes and looks at me. Then at Mara. Then at the rack routes filling with yellow lights. “Yes,” he says. “Finally.” The relay wall goes black.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

It showed the Wolf—a mindless, drooling beast tearing through a village of innocent humans. “This is what you are,” the reflection whispered. The reflection on his right showed the Machine—Caleb with silver skin and dead eyes, standing over Scarlett’s broken body, his hands dripping with her blood. “This is what you will do,” the machine-reflection intoned. “You are designed to kill her. It is inevitable.” Caleb flinched. His heart rate spiked. “Warning: Stress levels critical. Engaging Combat Mode,” the AI in his head screamed. “Threat detected: Mirrors. Recommendation: Destroy.”

Caleb transitioned back to human as he turned to look at who had called his name in that manner ,the voice sounded so familiar. "Kamal?!" Caleb said in absolute shock , he watched as the dark muscular man walked toward him . "Good to see you again , old friend or should i say Old foe." Kamal said in a funny accent as he gave a sinister laughter. *** "I thought you were dead ." Caleb said "Dead ?" Kamal chuckled . " You know Kamal can't die ." "Ask your pack to stand down , this is a fight you can't win ." Kamal said as he walked toward Caleb, two omegas tried to stop Kamal but got shot from aboslute nowhere.

We got to the courtroom soon enough and without knocking, Carla pushed the doors open, entering first and I followed closely behind her. “You asked of us Caleb, why—” I was saying but stopped mid speech, the sight before me, the dead, the dead was here. “Can everyone see what I'm seeing?” I asked since Carla didn't even flinch at all when we entered, was I the only one seeing them or was I hallucinating? I thought. “If you mean Ellie and Simone, no, you're not the only one seeing them love,” Caleb answered with a straight face, and I knew he wasn't joking, I wished he was though.

"If you interrupt the flow now, you’ll trigger a surge. He’s grounded in the house’s power grid. You’ll hurt him!" "The only thing hurting him is you!" I snarled. I twisted my arm to break his grip. As soon as I ripped the first sensor from Caleb’s chest, the room changed. A high-pitched, screaming erupted from the monitors. The silver lines on Caleb’s palms exploded. It was a blinding, white-hot light that filled the room, smelling like burnt hair and a coming storm. The observation glass disintegrated, showering the room in a rain of crystalline dust.

(Kane) _Watching Caleb’s frantic, unraveling reactions over the last twenty-four hours had been nothing short of a psychological masterclass. _The guy was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his ‘own bruised ego, and every single performative stunt he pulled only dragged him deeper into the current. Inviting an actress? Weaponizing Hannah? It was pathetic. _Caleb was a captain on the ice, but off it, he was an amateur playing a game he didn't have the stomach for. He couldn't handle the fact that Danica wasn't a trophy to be claimed or a piece of franchise property to be managed.

Caleb was purring Mate so loudly I thought my eardrums would burst. I forced it down. The mating bond was a chemical trap. I reminded myself of the dossiers Madeline had shown me: the betrayal, the faked death, the way he’d plotted with Frederic to dismantle my family. He’s an actor, I told myself. A professional. Look at the eyes. But he didn't see me. He was searching. If he’s the villain, Caleb mused, who is he performing for in the dark? Shut up, I snarled internally.

The partition screen between the front and back seats lit up. A video appeared. Ava leaned forward slowly, dread creeping through her veins. The footage showed a younger Caleb standing in a sterile laboratory, dressed in a black suit. He was speaking to someone off-camera. “I’ll get close to her,” Caleb said in the video. “She won’t suspect anything.” Ava’s breath caught. The video continued. “She trusts easily,” Caleb’s younger voice said. “If Grant thinks I’m loyal, he’ll never see it coming.” The screen went black.

"I wipe the Morgan line. I wipe the hybrids. I start over in 2040. I have the time, Ethan. I’m immortal. You aren't." I knelt beside Caleb. I took his face in my hands. His skin felt like warm plastic. The psychic link was there, but it wasn't a conversation anymore. It was a data stream. I saw thousands of faces—the people in the city, the office workers, the mothers, the children—all of them waiting for a command. Kill us. The thought wasn't mine. It came from the link. From Caleb? Or from the three billion souls trapped in his head? Don't let him own the dawn.