Cyberpunk Names Novels & Stories

The displeasure on her face is pretty obvious. On the other hand, Roman introduced me to the guys who I noted had some odd names. Stitch, Slip, Riot, Warden. These are only the names I could remember, which sounded more of a codename than an actual name. And they kept calling Roman ’Uno’. I made a mental note to ask him about that later. When Dario, Nico, and Mateo stepped inside the pub, I relaxed a little from the uncomfortable glare Lena was giving me.

“Welcome to the Silvermist Company! I'm Brite and we have Lejend, Yash, Rocket, Urkane, Terni, Caige, Trace, Dyllen, and of course you know, Boss." The omega looked more than a little overwhelmed as the talkative alpha gestured to each of the men around the table. “Your names or alias?" “Names," Brite answered the question. It’s normal for most mercenary bands to use alias instead of their real names. But that’s mostly for those who had a family left in a town or city that might be in danger. In their case, all of them had nothing of the sort. “But we call Boss that because we can't exactly call him by his name on the road or people will know who he is."

I’m looking out for him. So I tell him my email address. But then he asks for an invite to my F******k, which I tell him, though I’m surprised. “You have F******k.” “Sending you an invite now.” And I do receive one from a ‘Caspian McErlean.’ “You like old-sounding names,” I say. I smile. “But I like it. It sounds so romantic.” “It’s my name real name… I believe.” I gasp. “Really?!”

"These names are so lazy." Cain kept his eyes on the road, but his mouth thinned. "Silverback was already taken. Silver Mountain would’ve been dumb. Selene already ranted about how uncreative Anatolikos is, so yeah, you’ve got a point." "And Red Valley?" I prodded. "You’ll see when we get there," he grunted. "First is Dytikos. Keep reading." I flipped a page, the paper crisp against my thumbs. "Alpha Fenral and Luna Damara. Then Future Alpha Zaid and his daughter, Mireille. Beta Nyxx and Gamma Sylvan..."

An explosion rings loud, followed by another as Sol throws out an explosive. A quick scan told the pair that four were dead or dying.But they knew there more of the Mechahypes. It was a sub culture that was common in the Fringe Zones or areas close to them. Made up of people who were obsessed with communing with technology through neural cybernetics and other unstable builds. They exited the building, cutting through a cramped exit that doubled as a laundry area. The smell of detergent was a welcome but very brief respite.

The senders always had the same name, 'anonymous,' with only different numbers added behind. Anonymous@23: Welcome back, Cryptess. You've been missed. I want you to find someone, X. He has been missing for over ten years, and I received information that he died. Cryptess, a combination of the words 'Crypt' and 'Goddess' due to her skills in encryption and other advanced hacking techniques, was a well-known hacker on the dark web. She didn't involve herself in any illegal or morally wrong activities, hence her nickname, 'The Goddess of Ethics.'

The whole place was covered in thick dust, but the statues were sparkling white, like someone took the pains to wipe them clean every morning. I could recognize Aphrodite, Apollo, Cupid, but the others were all unrecognizable. I ran my hands on them, and looked at the crystal orbs on the high shelves, mirroring the light from my candle. Spiderwebs spun around, and it became weirder that only the statues were clean. Grotesque portraits of blood, men murdered in cold blood, and ancient beasts stayed on the wall, but one made me stop to stare at it. In large, red, spiky letters that seemed to be blood, the word CRYOGEN were written at the bottom.

“That's because it belongs to an old woman living in Manhattan. The car was stolen. Luckily for you, I got a rare capture of their faces and I am currently running facial recognition software on them.” “How long?” “About a few minutes? Depends.” “Fine. I'll wait.” I said, then I caught sight of the name in the sender email. “Hungry Cat? That's your new email now? What happened to The Anonymous Anonymo?” “I felt we've been working a long time so I decided to get a little bit personal by sharing my name.” “Hungry Cat is not a name.” “It is what I am recognised as in the hacker community. Besides, I could really be a hungry cat with mad computer skills. You can never tell.”

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

Scarlet was at the console next to Xander, both of their fingers flying over the keyboards as various screens showed the space around our home and business. "What's up?" Ransom asked as we stepped up beside Atlas and Lukas. They both shook their heads. "No idea, but STAX there are going crazy," Lukas said. "Stax?" I asked. "Scarlet, Taryk, Asher, Xander. STAX. We need a name for your little group as well," Lukas said as he bent around Atlas' frame. "Good luck trying to make a name out of K, K, R, S," Kiema said.