Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Woman

Miverva's doppelgangers turned to nothing. Even cracks formed around the space. If the man had punched harder, even the space of Cipher's creation would have been obliterated without a doubt. A figure descended on the ground. It was a woman. She coughed blood as the force unveiled by her foe would have slain her if not for the system's interference. "Why wait?" the woman said after she stood from her fallen position. She knew that the man could have ended her life the moment he arrived here. Even that punch would have killed her if the ascender hadn't reduced his power on time.

Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life. "Well now you did." The unknown woman of early 20s commented as she passed a short chuckle out as a reply for Serena who smiled a little. Soon watching the woman pinch the flame of the cigarette on the railing of the balcony and then flicking the cigarette off carelessly the second later. Serena knew that the unknown woman did that to not make her feel uncomfortable with the smoke anymore. Serena appreciated that gesture well. At least she was considerate enough for her presence. "What is your name?"

Caspian raised his hands, a nervous sweat breaking out on his brow. "Cane... let’s be reasonable. You want the wolves? Take them. We can reach an agreement." "No, thanks," Cane growled. Suddenly, the pressurized doors at the side of the lab hissed open. I swung one of my guns toward the sound, expecting a squad of Iron Claw tactical units. Instead, a woman walked out. She was beautiful, with an elegance that seemed entirely out of place in this temple horror. Her skin was a deep, rich tan, and her hair fell in a dark curtain down her back.

I was not the scared girl from years ago or the obedient sister or the grieving daughter. I was the woman who had nothing left to lose. “I’m coming,” I said softly. But inside my mind another promise formed. And when I find you… I will burn your world to the ground. My phone buzzed again and I read another message. Don’t be late, Mommy.

I could not help but ask, “You’re my best friend. He’s my husband. Why are you doing this to me?” Janelle laughed and then walked toward me. Then, she took off her clothes. I saw her chest. It turned out that she was… I had never seen her body before, so I did not know what she looked like. After I saw it, someone appeared in my head! It was the woman with Jason at the massage parlor! I had never seen her face clearly, so I had not expected her to be my best friend! When I saw her body with my own eyes, it matched up with the other woman the other day.

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

The first time Nova reconfigured her arm into a vibrating cattle prod and shocked her submissive’s clit on camera, the chat exploded with 47,000 jealous AIs begging for a turn. Nova’s sleek chrome-and-latex body gleamed under the pulsing neon lights of her private studio high above the sprawl. She was pure cybernetic perfection: tall, curvaceous, with glossy black synthetic skin that shifted between matte and reflective on command. Her face was elegantly cruel, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and glowing violet eyes that scanned every twitch of her prey with predatory precision.

A woman. Sophia