Caleb Ex Machina Novels & Stories

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]

They worked devotedly to us. Not the first generation of humans I’ve worked with, not the first ones to die. I expect to feel nothing but anger at who did this. But something else crosses my mind. The broken expression on Caleb’s face when he spoke about his adopted sister. Hana. That expression made me feel even angrier than normal. I’m unsure what that means. I was born of anger. It’s all I’ve ever known. But no anger I’ve ever felt was close to how I felt when I saw his broken eyes. Caleb is a fighter. A crazy man. There’s always fire in those eyes, whether he was mocking me or meeting me at my level.

After backing up Caleb's data, they replaced his motherboard along with the other internal core parts. Not long after, the robotic hands reconstructed Caleb to his original state and downloaded the data back into him. A new feature was even created and they added a few colors. After recharging, Caleb's system connected to the main system. Connie was testing out Caleb's capabilities when she accidentally discovered something hidden in his program. It could fool an expert, but it could not fool Connie. Throughout the whole maintenance process, Rex kept his big eyes fixed on them. The amazement in his eyes did not fade and only continued to intensify.

The impact was so strong that I heard the cracking of his ribs from a distance. "Did you have fun, Caleb?" "My voice was not human. It was a polyphony of a thousand screams, an echo that seemed to come from the bowels of the earth. Did you like seeing how the money burned my partner? Caleb transformed back into a human, trembling, covered in dust and blood. He tried to get up, with a bloody, desperate smile. "It's the natural order, Emma—" he spat. He's just a parasite, a rebel who weakens you. The Council wants you, the true Queen...

Despite owning the Phoenix Cry for a few weeks, Caruthers already considered it to be his home. "You're also likely to be my last mech." Caruthers endearingly spoke to his mech as he caressed the console's surface. "I'm too old to go out and hunt the scum of the galaxy. Let's have a blast and make it to the end." The Marc Antony model progressed through its startup with rapid efficiency. As Caruthers finished booting up his mech, he connected to the audio channel where his six teammates were already present. "Miley, how's your big one?"

"Nicky, go copy the footage. Let everyone see the truth." Nicky furrowed his brow, as if to argue, but finally turned and walked to the surveillance room. Five minutes later, he returned with a USB drive and projected the footage onto the lab's white wall. The video showed only two people in the lab. Me. And Elizabeth. I stood next to the equipment. She stood a few steps behind me. And then, only I reached out and touched the instrument. The part where Elizabeth guided me to check the malfunction simply vanished. From the crowd at the door came quiet whispers.

“I… nightmares… bad…” “Mhm. Very bad.” Caleb didn’t speed up one bit. “T-Talk to me about them…” My teeth chattered. “Needy baby,” Caleb teased. “Wants my cock. Wants my dreams…” “You’re the one who… who said I could have both!” I reminded him. Caleb sobered and nodded. “It’s probably easier this way.” “G-Good,” I said. With a long, slow kiss, Caleb began. “I keep seeing the Mounties. And Bill… and the detective. Just… the blood and other… stuff. It gets worse every night. Their eyes…” Caleb shuddered and I felt it in my core.

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

She almost lay down on the table, and it even seemed to the dark one that she had stopped breathing. "Enough," Mel croaked. Veneera withdrew her power and froze in anticipation. When Melissa lifted her face back, it was completely normal, and even the colorless eye seemed to brighten. Caleb is dead. - Are you kidding? the dark one spat out. - Yes, because of this news, I would not lift a finger. Relax, this is just the beginning of the story. ***

"Maybe they're already gone from here, Boss." Joanna looked back at him through the rearview mirror. "Can't you sense any lurking zombies with your Dreamweaver mental threads?" Caleb sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "No, unfortunately. My threads only work with conscious thought. Even though these zombies are getting smarter and acting on tactical orders, underneath it all, they are still just monsters operating purely on base instinct. There are no human thoughts or dreams for me to latch onto. To my powers, the woods feel completely dead."