Conduct Zero Novels & Stories

Noah made a show of trying to divide 130 by 0 on his fingers, “…infinitely more people than you, yet are not considered dangerous, then why should you be considered dangerous?” Astar Levi couldn’t understand just when, how, and where the suffocating gloom within his chest had disappeared to, but right now, the only thing he felt was a ticklish warmth. So cozy, so gentle, like a butterfly kiss. Unbeknownst to him, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, “There is just one of me, but who knows how many deer.” “That’s true,” Noah nodded, “But 0 multiplied by the number of deer is still 0, ah!”

continued Zero, which made Zeva roll her eyes. "Zero, I'm asking seriously. You don't have to be fussy," said Zeva. "Well, why are you even gibberish, anyway? I'm also serious about this," replied Zero. "Are you ready to do a video call with me?" asked Zero, suddenly sounding serious. "Emm…." Zeva seemed still thinking in response to Zero's question. Because Zero guessed there was doubt in Zeva's voice, Zero immediately spoke again, "Well, if you don't want to, it's okay. I will take this as a punishment for not being able to control my emotions earlier."

When I woke up the next day, the temperature had already dropped to -4°F. I quickly turned on the heating equipment and took out my phone to check the surveillance on Charles' house, as the entire house grew warm and cozy. Because of their ice house and cooling machines, the temperature there was bound to be even lower. "It's so cold! Charles, take out the blankets!" Iris shivered, her teeth chattering. However, Charles was stubborn. "What are you afraid of? The temperature's going up soon!"

that unmade matter. ​"The Synthesis on Earth is a beautiful noise, Kael," Zero whispered, stepping closer. "But the universe hates noise. It craves the Great Silence. I am here to bring the Earth into the 'Perfect Archive'—the one where nothing ever changes because nothing is ever alive." ​The Duel of the Conductors ​"The Earth isn't a file to be closed!" Nora shouted, her resonance flaring. She tried to play the "Song of the Shallows," but the moment the note left her lips, Unit Zero caught it in his hand. Literally.

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

"CATEGORY ZERO APPLIES ONLY TO THE FOUNDATIONAL SUBSTRATE." "I am the foundational silence. Without me, the choir is just noise." The Auditor paused. Its spectacles cycled through seventeen calculation modes. "CATEGORY ZERO-POINT-FIVE. DESIGNATION: FOUNDATIONAL INTERVAL. CLASSIFICATION: ESSENTIAL BUT EASILY OVERLOOKED." "Story of my life," the Hollowsmith murmured. The compass settled into true north with the absolute, final, complete warmth of a device that had found the last piece of a puzzle it had been solving since the moment of its creation.