Convergence Dead Space Novels & Stories

A thought crossed his mind: perhaps once the energy body successfully condenses into a seed, evolution succeeds. He summoned a nurse and had the patient's detailed records pulled up. This person's name was Gunner Merriweather, "infected" ten days ago. From the experimental data, patients here rarely survived more than ten days. By that standard, Gunner must be at the critical threshold between life and death. Ray observed him closely. When he had free time, he practiced using Spatial Exile. The maximum distance he could cast it at that point was fifteen meters. Before absorbing Lucas's abilities, it had been about ten meters.

I couldn’t let go of me. And the system couldn’t hold all three. Ryker’s voice cut sharply through the chaos. “It’s not separation anymore it’s forced convergence!” Ethan shouted back. “That’s impossible two core imprints can’t merge without catastrophic cognitive collapse!” The white cracked again. Harder. And then everything stopped. Silence. Not peace. Not calm. Just… absence. My body froze. Not physically. Existentially. I saw Nathan in front of me. But he was distant. Like I was looking at him through water that didn’t exist.

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

“Not without cutting the neural stream.” “Which would sever billions of minds,” Elise murmured. Sophia’s voice came through the intercom, calm but strained. “Don’t. This isn’t collapse—it’s creation. The world is adjusting.” Raven leaned toward the console. “Sophia, you can’t control this. You don’t know what will emerge.” Her reply came softly: “Neither did we when we dreamed the first time.” --- Dreamspace — The Convergence Threshold

The Kremlin’s private chambers were a sanctuary of oppressive silence, the kind that feels like it’s pressing against your eardrums until they might pop. The only light came from the dying embers in the hearth and the faint, rhythmic lavender pulse radiating from my skin. I sat at the edge of our bed, watching Nevan sleep. He was fitful, his brow furrowed in a way that suggested the "Quiet" of his mind was being invaded by ghosts. The biological toll of the Convergence had been immense; his skin was a map of translucent, paper-thin bruises, and his breathing was shallow, catching on the jagged edges of his broken ribs.

"These memories are real. What right do we have to erase them?" Before we can debate further, Luna materializes, his young face ashen. "There's worse," he says. "Follow me." He leads us to the outskirts of the city, where reality itself seems to fray. A vast emptiness stretches before us, not dark but... absent. A place where nothing exists, not even the potential for existence. "Dead zones," Luna explains. "Areas where the realities couldn't merge properly. They're spreading." I step closer to the void, and my powers—which normally hum through my body like electricity—go silent. Even the fundamental forces of physics seem muted here, as if the basic laws of the universe can't quite reach in

I had no choice but to go there to see him. I had to remove my shoes and wear theirs in the theatre. I was given special clothing to wear to prevent contamination. I saw him lying there helplessly in pains, I mean excruciating pains. As soon as he saw me, he became better, he asked for my forgiveness again. “tell me you have forgiven me, let me die in peace.” As I heard the word ‘death’ I became frightened. I quickly told him, “Listen, Andrew, I will be by your side, I have forgiven you, just hang on and live for me. Please, I will pray for your quick recovery. Your operation will be successful. I’ll be outside now waiting to receive you. I promise, I will.” He closed his eyes and was immedi

It hissed, ready to leap. And then the door to the room opened and one of the night nurses slammed on the lights. It was blinding. After a few moments Robby’s eyes adjusted to the glare. It was just he and the man named Mykel there in the death room. The uglies may have vanished, but they had left him feeling burnt, broken. Spent. ***

Nora clutched her face, standing frozen in disbelief. "What? J-John's actually an air defense expert? T-This is impossible." She shook her head violently, ignoring her composure. Wesley grabbed her by the wedding gown and bellowed, "It is! That's John! For the development of national air defense, he was willing to stay in the North Westonia desert for four years. Even when his burn wounds became infected, he never left his post!"

When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke. "Damien... look at me." He did nothing. "Damien..." No response. She lifted his chin so he was facing her. Tears streamed gently down his face. "What happened?" she enquired. She watched him closely. She saw how he grit his teeth making his jaw pop. She noticed how his skin turned red and how his bottom lip shivered slightly once every few seconds. What she didn't see or rather hear was his breathing. He wasn't breathing. Ashleigh shifted so she was beside him. "You're not breathing Damien... I know you're hurt but you can't hold your breath forever," she told him pulling him close to her.