Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

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Leaving Blackthorn At the shattered main gates where the nightmare had begun, the three survivors paused. Kael looked back at the ruined campus — smoke rising, bodies everywhere, the place that had once been his entire world. “Everything I knew is gone,” he said quietly. Serena took his hand. Damien took the other. “Then we make a new world,” she whispered. They stepped through the broken gates into the outside world. The City of the Damned The highway leading into the city was a graveyard of abandoned cars, overturned trucks, and corpses. Fires burned unchecked in the distance. The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky.

Hushed silence surrounds them, not a single sound can be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds. As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds could be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it wasn't the tune of happiness, merely it was the tune of misery, heartache and pain lost in this universe of disbelief and fake, we settle upon the beauty of fake happine

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### The Great Migration It was a chaotic, desperate scramble. Four billion souls—now compressed into streaks of "Inked" light—began to pour through the tear in the screen. They weren't coming out as people yet. They were coming out as **Information**. They were flooding the girl’s room, filling the hard drives, the Wi-Fi routers, the smart-bulbs, and the very air itself. They were becoming a "Local Area Multiverse." "Stop them!" Marcus screamed. He reached for the power cord of the computer, his face red with panic. "If they get into the 'Local Net,' we’ll never be able to delete them! They’ll be 'Viral'!"

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

Everybody has an aura of politeness, making her comfortable walking to the exclusive elevator of Hard Core. Ding..... Good day. You have arrived on the 21st Floor. Welcome to Mr. Gracer's Private Office.... an electronic voice-over from the elevator sound system echoed in... "Hmmmn, it's quite innovative here," she praised the building while coming out of the elevator... The 21st floor is a big and wide office. Its design is very manly with a touch of black and white walls and drapes. Even its amenities and furniture inside. It is as though Kristina is entering a condominium-turned-workplace.

Format initiating, the voiceless, tectonic pressure in his mind whispered. In the physical world, Dante’s body seized in a rigid, terrifying arc. The blinding blue light completely consumed his eyes, spilling over his eyelids to paint his pale face in an eerie, synthetic glow. His jaw locked, his teeth grinding together so violently that one of his molars cracked with a sickening snap. Visible blue cybernetic energy, channeled through the mutated Ouroboros network in his bloodstream, pulsed down his arm and surged into the dead metal of the terminal.

repeating in a localized loop of silver and grey. "Verina, do not look at the shadows, they are only the ghosts of the debt we’ve already cleared," her father’s voice boomed through the void, but it didn't come from a single direction, it was the very atmosphere of the digital landscape, a heavy, omniscient presence that pressed against her consciousness. He wasn't standing in front of her, he was the environment itself, the sovereign of this new, electronic kingdom where the Vance blood-oath had been converted into a series of unbreakable algorithms. "The countdown has reached zero, the disconnection from the physical frame is complete, and now, you are ready to be uploaded as the primary a

Dylan demanded answers and Charles took a deep breath before looking him in the eye. “The juggernauts used to be the only fully human town we created in this world. It wasn’t long before they began to favour machines and gears. One day they started researching ways of upgrading themselves in a painless but beneficial manner. It somehow worked and they became the juggernauts. A fully cyborg, steampunk style town where they can look human if they choose to. There is no one better to help Noah now.” Charles explained.