Camera Titan の小説・ストーリー

Austin, who was sitting at her feet, suddenly jumped up and growled somewhere in the direction of the river, in a thicket of hedges. "Well, get the hell out of here!" yelled Tom, seeing someone in the bushes. “This is private property, get out!” Completely fucked up... — Another idiot with a camera? Lou asked. Kit rolled her eyes in pain and pulled the hood of her thin, almost sheer sweater over her nose. Perhaps taking her away from all these onlookers and from the news in the box, broadcasting every day about new bodies raised by divers from the bottom of the sea at the foot of the old lighthouse, is the best thing they can do.

while doing it—and jammed her multi-tool into the port. "Come on, come on..." she muttered. "Eat this, you rusty buckets!" ZZZT. The floodlights overhead didn't just turn off. They went into seizure mode. Strobe sequence: High frequency. The arena became a flickering nightmare of light and dark. For us, it was annoying. For the Titans, whose ancient optical sensors were calibrated for low-light tracking, it was blinding. Their targeting systems couldn't adjust the aperture fast enough. The Flamethrower Titan paused, its head jerking back and forth, confused by the rapid contrast shifts.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.

“He is fine. I have assigned someone to you his trustworthy, reliable, and gets the job done that you need. His fees are higher than all your previous hackers, as good service comes at an extensive cost. We call him Artemis.” “It’s fine,” says Tiffany. “Those lenses that you removed can be placed back in your eyes. It has been upgraded since you paid a higher price. You are now able to run a complete check without having to ask anyone. You can also see a target thirty meters away from you with artificial intelligence programmed with those lenses.” “That’s amazing,” says Tiffany, “however, one slight problem we are stuck in this place.” “You are not precisely stuck. Go outside, and you will f

She smirked coldly and said, "Little sister, you really have little knowledge. Don't you know that Appleston has something called the Sky Eye?" "The Eye of Heaven??" Courtney exclaimed in surprise. She had indeed heard of such a thing, not the ordinary surveillance cameras on the market, but a tiny device no bigger than a grain of rice, yet capable of capturing detailed views of the entire Appleston's streets, even down to the license plates of every car and the movements of every person.

It is like he has me in a trace that I couldn’t escape. “Snowy?” his deep voice asks, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. For once I don’t mind the stupid childhood nickname, as long as he is the one calling me it. “Oh, have you not met our new recruit yet? Max this is Raven, aka Snowy. Snow this is Alpha Max” Colton continues, lucky he seems oblivious to the obvious tension building between us. Hopefully, nobody else in the group notices our little stare contest.

"I'm sure it would have been air... because who wouldn't want this amazing beautiful power" Tony said, lifting his arms in the air...and I felt a gentle breeze brush against my cheeks like a peck. Show off "Or earth" Micah argued, and lied down on the bed staring at the ceiling. Then with a flick of his fingers, the room was suddenly filled with flower petals of different colors. Tony with an excited smile, moved his arms navigating the all over the room with air. It was always beautiful whenever these boys play with their magic. "or even better fire"

Elias commanded. From the roof of the Titan, a dozen miniature drones launched into the air, their multi-spectrum sensors identifying the positions of Alistair’s shooters. Within seconds, the drones began to emit a series of non-lethal, high-frequency sonic bursts that neutralized the mercenaries, leaving them incapacitated on the ground. "Ramming speed," Raf declared, his foot slamming onto the accelerator. The Titan didn't just hit the kinetic barriers; it obliterated them. The six-wheeled monster plowed through the obstacles with a terrifying, unstoppable force, its reinforced chassis absorbing the impact as if it were nothing more than a minor speed bump.