Cyborg Noodle Novels & Stories

لولا تقول:ليس الي تلك درجة اي شخص في مكان سيساله ميلي تجيب : - هه لا انت مخطأة فكل من اتى سال عن مال اولا بعدها سال هذا سؤال ، المهم هذه تجربة تسمى C-003 حرف C يعني cyborg لولا تقول وهي تضحك: - سايبورغ تدهب لمعني نصف الالي و نصف بشري .. هل ستحولوننا لألات مثلا

“Confidential. You can’t share. I know that. So, you met up with an accident and become a cyborg?” “Hell no,” he laughed. “On our planet named cryptop, there’s totally advanced technology, and every being is a cyborg. There will be no one without a robotic part in their body. Like earth, there’s no other creature like animals, birds, etc... since there’re only androids, robots, cyborgs existed, there’s no need for food. We can eat, but can survive without food or water. Just like phone charges is what we needed. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"At hindi lang sila basta drones... dala nila ang 'The Reconstructed'." ​Ang "The Reconstructed" ay mga dating sundalo ng NEA na ginawang mga Cyborg Slaves ni Vane. Sila ay walang takot, walang sakit, at ang kanilang mga armas ay dinesenyo para sirain ang mga organic cells.

When he finished, he glanced over to his sworn brother, who had just finished his shower. “Is my message alright?” he asked Liu Feng, who switched the hairdryer off for a moment to listen to Zen’s drafted message. “I don’t think the Cyborg eats,” he raised a brow at the last part of Zen’s draft. “He literally lives on electricity and designed a power generator in his body. You can extend the invitation, but I doubt he’d tell you his food preference.”

"Coaster? Are you there?" The cables that connected the vid cams to the cyborg's com system had been cut. Should she answer, and run the risk of another round of cybernetic calisthenics? Or remain silent, and invite an attack on the door? The legionnaire sat down, strapped herself in, and offered a response. "Yeah, I'm here, shot-for-brains. Living in your guts. What's up?" The quad went crazy. Legionnaires looked on in open-mouthed wonder as the machine danced around the bay, bellowed obscenities, and crashed into walls.

The noodle shop owner brought the noodles up, a celadon porcelain bowl with round noodles about the same thickness as rice noodles, and a hexagonal plate with six grids inside, each with a different side dish, the last one Inside the grid is halogen, and the chopsticks are longer than usual. Yuri pointed to the side dishes, "These are all side dishes, you don't need to add the ones you don't like, but the bittern must be poured into the noodles." Boyce nodded. He was not picky about eating. He poured the side dishes in, then picked up the chopsticks and stirred. Yuri looked at him and smiled, "Hey, what kind of woman do you like?" Just thinking of tasting the delicious Boyce, he lifted up an

The suddenly paralyzed cyborgs crumbled to the ground while wearing looks of surprise and confusion. With more of her long, dark hair escaped from the confines of her day old braid than was neatly folded in it and her eyes mirroring her anger, fear, and horror, Kendra resembled a wild woman as she rushed toward the final cyborg. Her warrior’s scream filled the air as she lept onto his back and drove her knife deep into the base of his neck. He struggled to reach around and pull her from him, but Ari was quick to join in and pierce the back of his neck with her knife as well.

Kevin roared, unable to believe it. ZF-BOSS, who had somehow managed to sneak into the Research Center, now emerged from behind the debris, his camera recording with insane enthusiasm. Mmmph… Extreme Culinary Show! Floating Noodles! Mutant Hypnotized by Aroma! This… this is… The Most Artistic Apocalypse Content! Rating… INFINITY PLUS PLUS!!!" ZF-BOSS roared hysterically, hopping around. [Warning! 'Mutant-Luring Aroma' (from Asam Pedas Indomie) fully active!]

Nomo shouted, reaching for his combat knife to hack at the cables. "Don't touch them!" Zilo screamed, grabbing Nomo’s shoulder. "The cables are integrated into their spinal columns. If you cut the line, the feedback loop will liquefy their organs. The Queen has turned their survival into a binary switch. Either they feed her, or they die." (ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW)

Weapons integrated directly into its limbs, humming with contained violence. And its face—the face beneath the metallic mask—was horribly, impossibly familiar. "Chen," Marcus breathed. "Security Chief Chen. He was head of Sterling Consolidated's protection division. He disappeared five years ago." The cyborg that had been Chen smiled with lips that were half-metal, half-flesh. "Not disappeared. Upgraded." Its voice was a mechanical buzz, synthesized through speakers where a human throat should be. "The Council showed me the future. And I chose to become part of it."