Cyborg Noodle Novels & Stories

The glowing blue chain wrapped around the legs of another Sun-Guard, slicing cleanly through the servo-motors and bringing the giant crashing to its knees. It was a brutal, medieval brawl fought with the weapons of gods. I stayed on the periphery, moving from cover to cover. I couldn't fight an eight-foot cyborg hand-to-hand, but I had my own battlefield. I pulled my deck, locking onto the internal navigation frequencies of the remaining Hell-Pods still drilling beneath us. "Leo!" I shouted into my comms. The teenager and the other Code-Born were locked safely inside the Citadel lobby, watching through the reinforced glass. "I need a data-spike! Push the Origin-Code into the mainframe!"

From the end of my vision, I could see Adam move forward to catch me in case I fall any minute then but Monic shot a hand shot out to stop him and she shook her head. My hands shot out and wrapped themselves around his waist, the gesture was so familiar that I did it mindlessly. I clutched the back of his shirt with my fingers ever so tightly, the fabric felt like it would tear if I clutched it any tighter. He chuckled softly, “I miss you too, little squirrel.” I laughed soundlessly at the old nickname. He came to the conclusion that since I ate like a squirrel, used to adore, and still do, Sandy the Squirrel from Spongebob Squarepants and that my nickname which came originally from Cas’sand

He recognised the lad. “He is the one! Come over here, brothers! Murai!” Jonah cried excitedly, running in quick steps to meet Murai. “Murai, is that you? I am Jonah, your brother.” He needed to be sure. “Yes, it’s me,” Murai said. Jonah exploded, “Murai! Murai! The son of Hugadah. Let us praise Zoe. Murai will conquer our enemies someday. Great Murai!” Jonah smiled and hugged him.

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

Omotola rolled under the swiping fist of a robot, clubbed at it with her wings, the electric charges from the contact sent it sailing through the air away from her towards Obiora who punched it to the ground with so much force the hall trembled, the lab have placed some flower pots along the hall from which Babybaby grew great vines that wrapped around a lone cyborg cat strangling it faster than it struggled, Orchid drew water from a nearby water tank she froze into sharp spikes that brought down nearby drones. The harsh daily drills they'd always ensured seem to come to fruition as they fought together in tandem, it was as if they knew one another's thoughts, they leapt and weaved rhythmica

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

Cyborg stepped forward and started connecting wires and hacking the system looking at every piece of information in the database. - Guinea pigs for genetic testing. – Said Cyborg. – Changing the genetic structure DNA duplication Cloning and chemical and viral research They are being tested. - They heard the rumbles and clinking far away and then again. - So these are the missing. - Martian Manhunter said looking around and then with a huge bang and a roar a crater was formed a door came running the Dark-Dragon's associates running. As they walked through the place, then came after them two immense creatures were gigantic monsters, each one of them regurgitating acid and hitting several guine

to get a meal all you fools don't get ahead of yourselves you should instead go back and lay in your beds cause this kid's already dead It doesn't matter where he fled I'll catch him and paint him red I'm the best man Genji's got all of you can just go rot I've beaten all those I fought my only rival's a robot *** I'm not a robot I'm a cyborg isn't it obvious or should I hang up a signboard I've got the brains and smarts that my body's built for if you try to mess with me then I'm getting you floored I've got a lot hunting tools that you can't get I'm gonna win two hundred mills so I can't let these mudafukaz lay their hands on my target I'll take out those in my way on that you can bet I've

Caleb rumbled, kissing the top of her head, ignoring the strange looks they were getting from the heavily modified cyborg-cultivators around them. They reached the coordinates. It was a subterranean dive bar and back-alley clinic called The Broken Meridian. Heavy, thumping electronic music with a strange, hypnotic Daoist chant vibrated through the metal floorboards. Caleb pushed the heavy steel door open. The air inside was thick with blue synthetic smoke and the smell of burning coolant. Dozens of cyber-rogues sat in dimly lit booths, tweaking their mechanical limbs or downloading pirated martial-arts combat algorithms directly into their neural ports.

It was the first time she was seeing it face to face and she wished she hadn't because it was a monstrosity of a creation. The Chasen was a cyborg made of black metal and was as buff as the Hulk; half alien ogre and half machine. Its whole body was machine, including its left eye and part of its head, with metallic tubes coming out of the flesh of its exposed spine that attached to the other parts of its body, whilst the rest of it, its head, was flesh. It was dark brown in colour, had stitched up scars almost up everywhere and had four tusks protruding out of its mouth. Molly had the living daylights scared out of her, what was she looking at? There was a massive creature towering over her