Cyborg Franky Novels & Stories

They rushed towards her, but before they could reach her, a loud clap of thunder boomed, and a lightning bolt struck Francheska, sending her tumbling to the ground. Francheska's parents screamed in horror as they rushed to their daughter's side. They were devastated by what they saw, and their world was turned upside down. Francheska's body was badly injured, and it seemed like all hope was lost. Desperate to save his daughter, Francheska's father, a brilliant scientist, had created a revolutionary robotic system that would sustain her life. He had implanted a scientific brain transplant where electricity make her brain follow, allowing Francheska to live a life controlled by a remote. It wa

I transform to my bat form and flew from my window The rain was really heavy, and everywhere really is so dark My heart was pounding, I can't imagine the horrors he wants to do to Frankie I finally arrived, I transform into my human form, I look around and see zombie-like creatures on the trees, they were a lot of them, it is a scary sight "The little abomination finally made it people" the Goblin Announced and all the zombies began to clap "Where is Frankie?" "You mean that little human you hang out with? oh dear, where could she be?" He walks around "oh that's right, she's up there" Frankie was handing upside down on a tree branch with a role round her and a piece of cloth covering her mou

When Amy pressed the power button behind 2Pac’s earring, she successfully shut down the metal man’s operating system, but a micro-electrical discharge exited from the power button, shooting a tiny burst of electricity through Amy’s fingers and down through the rest of her body. Amy collapsed to the floor, feeling a stinging sensation radiating throughout her body. She heard Omar scream after he watched his mother get jolted with electricity. 2Pac remained a statue on his feet and the supercharged light in his eyes dimmed off, leaving behind two tinted optical receptors. Amy powered down the metal soldier successfully and a locking mechanism activated inside the hydraulic joints in his artifi

Connor didn't though, which was bumming me out. "Can we just go rest our eyes, Connor?" He let out a quick laugh, hobbling over to his living room. He turned on the television before turning to me. I followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he pulled two waters out of the fridge. I walked closer and took them from him, "I can get these for you, just ask me." He rolled his eyes, gripping his crutches again as I went to place the waters in the living room. "I just don't want you to think of me as some good-for-nothing, can't-do-anything-himself, type of person."

"And we need to swap that horse." Without missing a beat, he pulled out an identical one to what Nate was carrying. "There are two of them?" Nate asked, taking what Freddy offered in exchange for the one he'd kept for Alyssa. "Nope," Freddy answered honestly. "You're holding a fake. But this one is a fake, too." "I don't understand," Elliot added. "The horse and his headless rider aren't what Frank is looking for." Pressing on the back hoof, Freddy revealed a secret compartment with a tiny microchip.

a voice hissed from the shadows. Five men stepped out, blocking the path. They had glowing cybernetic eyes and metal arms. Street Cyborgs. "This is private property," the leader sneered, eyeing Aurora. "Passage f*e is... everything you have." Alex didn't stop typing on his wrist. "Kael, Mia. Remove the obstacle. Efficiently." "On it," Mia stepped forward. "Look at this little doll," the leader reached for Mia. SNAP. Mia grabbed his metal finger and bent it backward until the servo-motors whined and broke. She swept his legs, slamming his face into a puddle.

"He’s using the city’s old frequency to stabilize the graft! I need a Magnetic-Spike on my coordinates!" The Anatomy of the Machine The Director swung again. This time, I didn't dodge; I stepped into his guard. It was a "face-slap" move—the last thing a human should do against a cyborg. I jammed a localized Surgical EMP-Grenade (a tool I’d scavenged from the medical bay) directly into the seam of his mechanical shoulder. The explosion was small, a sharp pop of blue sparks, but it was enough. The Director’s mechanical arm spasmed, the void-blade flickering and dying for a fraction of a second.

The wolf-like snarl that echoed from the chamber was unmistakable. “Thomas Liam whispered, disbelief twisting into rage. How?” The creature’s eyes flicked open, the mechanical iris glowing red, a stark contrast to the golden eyes Liam had once known. The mouth, now lined with metal teeth, opened in a guttural growl. “You shouldn’t have come here, Liam,” the cyborg-wolf rasped. The voice was distorted, layered with metallic echoes, but beneath it, Liam could hear the faintest trace of the man he had known—the friend who had once saved him from a pack of rogue hunters.

“You cool with that?” I bite my lip again, eager as I nod. “Yeah, Frank,” I whisper. “I’m cool with that.” The next day Frankie really gets to work and I just sort of…hang out in bed eating chips. I have to laugh a little as I do, because as I watch daytime television he does all sorts of useful things – going back to the little truck stop down the street, buying some burner phones which he brings back and uses to make a couple of shady phone calls.

Of course, Rex was human and a conscience was a human attribute that a cyborg didn’t inherit. She sat up and lifted her shirt to inspect her tender flesh. Sure enough, she was bruised over the majority of her stomach. Laying back down, she rolled onto her side. Her nose rubbed against the rough wall, but she did nothing to protect her tender flesh from being scraped away as she moaned her misery to the silent room. The heat of her breath bounced back at her as she spewed her thoughts and torments into the rough concrete surface.