Cybernetic Soldier Novels & Stories

Ben Carter shouted excitedly, but his excitement lasted less than three seconds. "No…no…" Aria's voice trembled fatally as she pointed to the thermal imaging screen, "Jack! Catherine! Those soldiers who were electrocuted…they…they're getting back up!" On the screen, the soldiers who should have been stunned by the high-voltage electromagnetic pulse were twisting and rising again in an extremely bizarre, anti-joint posture. Their movements were stiff and mechanical, like puppets on strings.

Standing between us and the elevator doors was a wall of twenty zinc-sheathed enforcers. They weren't human anymore. Their bodies had been completely overhauled by Thorne Industries’ cybernetic divisions—nine-foot-tall, polished metallic chassis with glowing white-gold visors that flickered erratically as the data-overflow from the slums continued to choke their targeting arrays. They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike.

It was a loud statement, practically deafening in the silent, rectangular compartment that made up the helicopter, the ceiling above him glowing with the energy that pulled them upwards. The official glared at the soldier, his eyes promising the pain of a thousand deaths, just what Jasper was now destined to experience, to him, as if he had committed some sort of major violation. Jasper, even from his position as the most feeble and weak minded in the compartment, currently, easily figured out what the motion meant. The soldier who had been stood with him was not wearing the physical enhancement technology - the safety net and device that kept all human imperfections from bleeding out into t

“If Gorski did not mean well, you would not only suffer temporary blindness from a flash grenade.” Hearing the arsenal of in-built weapons Damian Gorski had in his body, Zen realised just how lucky he was. He deserved to be spanked. “The cyborg isn’t just an engineer, a scientist or an inventor. He was created as a human weapon and modified to be nearly impossible to kill. We don’t call him a one-man firing squad for no reason. He is fully capable of taking down fighter jets and nuclear submarines alone, so stop being naive already. The only harmless puppy here is you.”

Naturally, Ves lived in a world where time and resources were finite, so he didn't delude himself into thinking he'd ever reach that point in his lifetime. For all its merits, the Mech Designer System represented an incomprehensible piece of technology. Sometimes Ves felt as if reality itself bent to its whims. He didn't know how sapient the program was or how it determined its own limits. If one day the System's sophisticated AI turned crazy, entire star systems might get embroiled into war.

I still didn't understand how I fit into things. "What about the sethians? What's their thing? You said some have superpowers. Do they live long, too? And when you say a long time, just how long are we talking?" The picture of the soldier still displayed on Dante's computer screen. He looked human, like any modern-day soldier. He wore fatigues and carried a gun. Other instruments were clipped to his waist.

"You felt every cut and every moment of pain and you felt the exact second when his heart stopped beating. That is what you are now Rin. You are connected to other people in ways that normal humans cannot understand and you can feel what they feel and hurt when they hurt." "Why," Rin said and it was barely a whisper. "Because we needed to create soldiers who could operate as a single unit without communication devices or command structures," I said and I was watching her face for every reaction. "We needed people who could share tactical information instantly and who could coordinate attacks without speaking and who could feel when their teammates were injured or dying. The military applicat

"They have leaders. They have a plan." It was a turning point. The random sparks of anger had become a structured fire. But the system was adapting, too. The Probes began to operate in swarms, their null-fields overlapping to create larger zones of suppression. They started performing pre-emptive scans on citizens, targeting individuals whose emotional profiles showed signs of dissent before they could even act. The conflict was escalating from a street-level rebellion to a full-scale cybernetic war for the soul of a civilization.

As he looked around at the destruction, among his warriors who were around him, returning to say. - Do you remember the dark ages, at the time of Zariel? - Kurayami questioned. - Before I commanded destruction, the end of one war to another, I fought alongside in the great war of resumption, but now for us that is legend. – Breaking said. - I say the following, I promise this is not a legend that I can bring back, you would be a great addition to my cause. – Kurayami said. The cybernetic alien, looked like the man had spare heads, plus a couple of horns and was a monster or something, anyway, he asked.

The cybernetics in his torso whirred softly as he moved. "You're lying," Cyprian said, taking a step toward her. "You're an assassin. I can smell the gunpowder on you." He stopped inches from her gun barrel. He looked down at her. For a second, the neon light from outside caught her face, illuminating the mismatched eyes—one blue, one synthetic green. Something flickered in Cyprian’s expression. A sense of recognition that transcended code and chrome. A memory of a rainy cemetery in another life.