Cyberpunk Disasterpiece Novels & Stories

" I froze on the spot and watched as Edward blatantly accused me of something I never did. Was this really the same man who once said that in this company, I would be his most capable right hand, his strongest support? He knew what would happen if I were taken in for investigation; my reputation would be destroyed. I would be subjected to five years of regular scrutiny. Even the company itself would suffer the consequences. Most companies, when faced with someone like that, would rather pay compensation and fire them outright. For Jenny… He was willing to throw away my entire future. The officer looked at the information on the contract. It was indeed my name. I was also the person in charge

“I’d call that a loss in any book. Just die quietly so we can go home.” Grimlow shook his head feebly. “I’m dying... yeah. But my work... my work is already out there. It’s alive and it’s growing.” I knelt down, grabbing the collar of his blood-stained shirt. “What are you talking about? What work?” He smiled with his teeth stained red. “The city... the world... it’s going to fall apart. Sooner than you think. And when the sky turns dark and the machines stop... you’re going to have me to thank for it. It's already started... the virus... the code...”

descended like giant, multi-jointed insects, their needles humming with a terrifying, clinical precision. ​Nora Davis, now a shimmering entity of liquid code, felt the first needle pierce the boundary of her digital skin. It didn't hurt like a blade; it hurt like a conceptual violation. It was the sensation of being un-made, of having her memories of Kael, the Shallows, and the Billionaire towers sorted into folders labeled ‘Anomaly A-01’ and ‘Disposable Narrative Data.’ ​Beside her, Leo was no longer the Silver Sovereign. He was a terrified boy standing in the middle of a collapsing server room, his white hair dulling as the chrome spiders began to drain the "Genre Energy" from the air.

"You told me that you would let me have all the credit! It's all your fault that I'm now like this! It's your fault!" Jasper looked coldly at Avery and said, "If it weren't for you, Ari and I would still have been together! You're truly a bitch! Why are you so hard to get rid of? Why are you still alive even after drinking so much contaminated water? I should have just killed you when I had the chance!" Jasper and Avery then began arguing loudly with each other while everyone in the research center watched. Eventually, Jasper couldn't hold out anymore. Under everyone's frightful gaze, every bone in Jasper's body suddenly shattered without warning, and he heaved his very last breath.

The shield had held, but it had been struck a terrifying blow. Strom carefully disarmed the shaped charge, his movements precise. He then moved to Jonathan Bryce, who offered no resistance as Strom secured his hands with a zip-tie. The old man was catatonic, his fingers still tracing the edge of the broken frame, his world reduced to a square of glass and a lost future. The immediate, apocalyptic threat was over. They stood amidst the humming servers, the victors of a battle fought in ducts and lines of code, a victory that tasted of antiseptic mist and fear.

On the screen, a new window opened, showing a cascade of failure reports from an IP block registered to a Volkov shell company in Cyprus. The countdown froze at 00:00:03. Silence, except for the blaring alarms. It was over. Sabatine sagged against the console. Anton let out a long, shuddering breath, lowering his weapon. They had done it. They had saved Geneva. They had exposed the conspiracy. They had won. And as the adrenaline bled away, the aftershock returned, multiplied. They turned to look at each other across the wrecked server room, the two technicians cowering, the smell of ozone and burnt plastic in the air.

As I walked through the streets of Chicago with a small box of crap from my desk, I felt almost like a zombie; like my physical body was there, but my brain was a million miles away. I wasn't even crying anymore... I just felt empty; like I didn't have anything going for me anymore.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

“The sector scouts pulled your unconscious frame out of the wreckage before the vehicle’s fuel cell exploded. What kind of Alpha drinks himself into a stupor after an asset dispute?” I shifted against the high-thread-count sheets of the VIP bunker, my jaw tightening as the movement flared the raw burns across my torso. My inner wolf groaned, still sluggish from the heavy, unrefined rye I had downed in the neutral strip. “My neural dampeners failed, Mother. I don’t require a lecture on border safety from the pack council.”

The skyline of New York loomed before them, and endless sea of glass and steel that seemed to pulse with its own energy. Isabella stared out from the plane’s window, her mind far from the city’s beauty. Beneath her calm exterior, her pulse was racing. Tamsin had confirmed it. Lazarus, the most dangerous cyberweapon ever created, was being activated in New York City. The heart of the world’s financial systems, communication networks, and government operations. Blackwood’s plan was nothing short of a catastrophe waiting to happen. And the countdown had already begun.