Romans & histoires Cyborg Noodle

The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice, "Hello everyone, My name is Sharon and I will be teaching you cyborg mod classes, This is your first class, so I will be teaching you about the grades of cyborg mods available. As you know cyborg mods are made with different materials and different methods and they form different grades of cyborg gear, the gear which some of you wear, you must have gotten it from your parents after your heart was cyborgized when you were born, some of your parents must have applied for advanced cyborgization, which provides you with high graded mods. But do you know the maximum grade mods available for you at hospitals is just B-Grade and it

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.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

** Since it was late and considering the way Boyd had been whining about being hungry, Annie decided to cook the fastest - Noodles. After some minutes,it was done. He turned off the cooker and dished the food out in a plate. She walked out with the plate and met Boyd in the living room in a casual wear watching a football match on the TV. Annie moved to him and placed the food in front of him. "Just the aroma alone got my mouth watering. Can't really wait to have a taste of this."he beamed and placed a pillow on his thigh then grabbed the food. He picked up the fork and rolled some Noddles on it then shoved it in his mouth.

Rodex moved forward and gave him the two pouches without wasting time. "Have always known you want him out of the way," Popsy said. His lips are bleeding a little with Rodex two pouch. Popsy gave hers two,by then blood was visible in his teeth. "Don't make me help you," Rider said warmly, looking at Ulan who is already pitying Cody. She gave him hers two and his lips burst out blood finally. "Damn my nails!" She groaned. Bobby entered walking in with his laptop, he's the genius among them and also very deadly when it's comes to combat.

“Didn’t you tell me this before? I want to eat that spicy noodles you spoke of, surstromming, and the popsicle that cost two cents. Are they still around? “Only surstromming and the spicy noodles. The popsicles are at least five cents now, but the flavor is the same,” Yvonne replied. The car stopped at the alley as they spoke. The three of them got off, and Yvonne took them both to the noodle store. The boss knew Yvonne very well and greeted them. Yvonne ordered two portions of spicy noodles and a chicken noodle soup for Leo as he could not eat spicy food. While waiting, she went to the surstromming store beside and bought three portions of it.

Shantal says, sliding her hand on to Steve's. Steve squeezes on to Shantal's hand lovingly. "My sweet, had it not been for my father, this place would still be a hole-in-the-wall restaurant." Steve replies, a heart appearing on his screen. "So you get to eat here for free?" Shantal asks, barely grasping the concept Steve is trying to present to her. "No, neither me nor my father eat, since we both have mechanical systems rather than a digestive system." He says. Shantal looks at Steve, startled at what he just said about his father. "Mr. Jameson is a robot?" Shantal replying, intrigued into the new information. "Not necessarily. He is a cyborg. When the firs MAC-enites rebelled, they targete

Seven years ago, I swap my heart with Orion Gifford, the cyborg replica of me that my sister, Mildred Gifford, creates. However, my heart frequently gives him chest pains because of organ rejection. Mildred blames everything on me. She believes I have hidden a preexisting heart condition and have given away a defective human heart in exchange for a mechanical heart worth millions. So, she sues me for fraud and sends me a court summons. But on the day of the hearing, I don't show up. To force me out of hiding, she publicly announces to the media that she is officially taking Orion as her younger brother and leaving all her assets to him. When I still fail to appear, Mildred loses her pat

The cyborg reacted swiftly, raising its hands to defend. Thud! The punch landed, unleashing a powerful burst of energy that dislodged one of its metal arms. Another punch followed, slamming into its chest, forcing it back and causing a concave dent. The cyborg was above the level of a Lord of War. "Impressive. Truly remarkable to have created such a formidable being." Alexander clicked his tongue, growing more intrigued by the exiled scientific marvel. If this cyborg could be mass-produced, it would be an army surpassing that of the Lord of War, sending shivers down one's spine at the mere thought.

"The recipe for Nonna’s cannoli. Real ricotta. None of that synthetic garbage you eat in the future." Cyberpunk Vespera scanned the napkin with her optical eye, digitizing the handwriting. "Data received," the Cyborg nodded. "I will upload this to the global food synthesizers. The future will taste... Italian." She pulled a small chip from her wrist port. "Here. Source code for a predictive algorithm. It will help you spot the rats in your organization before they squeal." Mafia Vespera tucked the chip into her fedora. "Nice. I’ll have my boys plug it into the telegraph machine. Or whatever we use."