Cyberpunk Woman Novels & Stories

They had built the sword, but forgotten the fire. The rain-streaked window of my Copenhagen apartment blurred the neon lights of the city into a watercolour of loneliness. Another night stretching out, empty and silent. I took a long swallow of cheap wine, the bitterness a familiar comfort. I glared at the holographic angel, his perfect pectorals seeming to mock my very mundane frustration. “Michael,” I said, the words slurring just enough to betray my mood. “Where can a girl get some drugs, sex, and a good time around here?”

“Who are you?” The woman smiled wider. “I’m The Consequence.”

The screen is black, but the room feels crowded. Alex and I stand there, dripping wet in our towels, shivering in the drafty Brooklyn loft. The adrenaline from the car chase is fading, replaced by a cold, creeping dread. "Let me introduce myself properly," the distorted voice says. The static clears. The main monitor flickers to life. A face appears. It’s not a hacker in a hoodie. It’s a woman. Sixty, maybe older, but immaculate. Silver hair pulled back in a severe chignon. Rimless glasses. A suit that costs more than this building.

By the time I knew it, lunch time was here. Mysterious Woman I was staying 30 minutes away in a gated community. This place is disgusting and I hate it here. As beautiful as it is, all I feel is the prison that these well-manicured lawns and freshly painted homes are. This is what hell looks like. Pretty on the outside, but ugly on the inside. A car pulled into the driveway in front of the home. The man that got out of the car disgusts me. The woman that was with him was even more disgusting. They rang the doorbell. If only I could kill them both to rid this world of people like them. I sighed, if only I could break free from my masters and the Group, but that will never happen.

the woman remarked. “W-What?” The female subject grinned. "Trust me. That establishes your value." Rye was silenced for some time. If the woman has already encountered this and she claims to have participated in three auctions, then... how? She looked to the woman next to her and said, "Excuse me. If I cost a billion dollars, you may also cost a lot since you're second, correct?" she questioned. "Bingo!" the woman exclaimed with a grin. "Then why are you acting in this manner? How did you get yourself back into this situation? You were aware that the other girls were drugged, so why didn't you inform the police? You are aware that this is a felony—"

Could it be? His heart skipped a beat. The elevator stopped and he walked out of it. In the meantime, a woman sneered. “You still feel sympathy for that b*tch. For me, she deserves it. Who knows how many families she has destroyed being a prostitute. This is karma.” “Do you know that prostitute?” Another person asked instantly. "Not quite. Her name is Sienna Wanger. She's currently working as a pimp in a nightclub. My friend's husband is her regular customer." She spoke angrily. "Homewrecker b*tch. Serves her right!"

She tensed secretly and smirks. Marina! Elsa's sister. Radon could swear he remembered her very well and he despise her attitude. Marina smiles and grinds on Harden's lap. Dumb bitch. Mariana's friend tried to hit on Radon but his glares alone made her compose herself. She turns her back on them and straddles Harden. Harden grabbed her ass as he takes off her crop top leaving her topless and she was not even wearing a bra. "Dumbass bitch." Radon cursed.

“Grandmother.” Niko called out to the old woman who was engrossed in her phone. Unlike other people her age, she was technology and entertainment obsessed. Niko couldn’t remember seeing her either without a phone or a television playing some series. After some seconds, the woman lying on the bed finally managed to tear her gaze away from the phone as she looked at Niko with disgust in her eyes. “You are here.” Niko nodded and before he could say a word, she was speaking again. “I thought you wouldn’t come. After all, you have never obeyed me.”

"Do you have her?" "Her? Which her?" "Djinn." Kolya slowed to a stop. "I was led to believe that Djinn was a man." "No. Djinn is a woman. An American woman." Kolya whirled toward the office. "Wait," he bellowed. "Sir?" His man leaned out the door. "Wyatt, keep him. Kill the others." The hacker was a woman. An American woman running an intel op right under their noses.

If a person loses their purpose in life, they usually end up staying in places like this. The disgusting drench of low lives. The rock bottom in this world by any standard. "Hey, handsome biker. Do you want to come inside? I'll show you a good time and let you ride me." A woman with messy make-up and hair slurred at me. Several of her teeth were gone and there was a big scar on her face. "I'm looking for a woman," I said to her. "I'm a woman," she said. Then, she bent over and lifted her short skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, so she was basically facing me with her lady part.