Cyborg Novels Novels & Stories

Intrigued and puzzled, she ran her hands over the contours of the body, her fingers tracing the delicate curves and edges. A surge of curiosity coursed through her and her eyes widened slightly. She began to examine the body more closely, her gaze fixated on the intricate details that had eluded her until now. Something she did not do when the body was freshly brought in here. Her eyes widened the more as she noticed the subtle seams along the figure's limbs, the hidden mechanisms concealed within the flawless skin. A wave of realization crashed over her as realised something, shattering her meticulously laid plans. This wasn't a corpse at all; it was a cunningly crafted cyborg, a fucking cy

A jet of steam erupted into the cabin, followed by the first of the boarders. They weren't men. They were "Null-Soldiers"—cybernetic husks whose nervous systems had been replaced by fiber-optic cables. They didn't feel pain; they didn't have souls to hack. They were the perfect counter to the Sovereign. Nevan met the first one mid-air.

She remembered smoking a few during a stint in the Irian Jaya Conflict. “You ok there big guy?” Sol asked, patting her friend on the shoulder. “I’m ok iha” Leyland smiled, placing his hand on Sol’s. “You know how it is with these guys right? Big money, with big jobs also means big risks right?” She didn’t reply, but only smiled back in reassurance. The gate opened, and two cyborgs clad in suits appeared. The two wear heavily augmented, their hands were clearly mechanical and their visors were built on to their eyes. Sol could see the plated lining of the armor on their skin and the extensive wiring that seemed to cover their knecks.

He said. Aunt Nancy pressed another button and the heartbeats were loud and clear on the mic. Dante looked at the screen like he was looking for something. He pointed to the screen when Twin B popped up. “So, that’s my wolf.” He said, pointing at Twin B. “Twin A is the pure human.” “Seen the heartbeat pumping, huh?” Dante asked, chuckling. “Hell yeah.” Dominic said. “That shit was beating fast.” Removing the camera from my belly, Aunt Nancy turned the machine off and looked at me.

good mood, the actress shared her experience using the hashtag #CyborgProblems, that is, "problems of a cyborg, but what does that mean? In the 1960s, scientists Manfred E. Clyne’s and Nathan S. Kline proposed the term " cyborg" as a synthesis of the idea of a cybernetic organism, due to situations in which everything came down to property and that could live a life without being the someone's property, die if they didn't pay for the artificial organ in question.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

The top gunner opened up, a hot shell casing bounced off the back of Margaret's neck, and the command channel squawked into life. "Red Dog Six to Red Dog One. Over". "Go, Six. Over". "We have visual contact with ten, repeat ten, enemy borgs. Over". Margaret heard herself say "Roger", wished she had cyborgs of her own, and damned the command structure to hell. There were plenty of borgs, or would have been, if the Usmos' hadn't assigned most of them to the increasingly restless cities. Traditional armor against cyborgs? How would the contest end? The winner could write a thesis, if there was anyone left to read it. The message came one on top of the next.

Six months have passed since the sky was over Ouroboros. I knelt on the hard, black obsidian floor of the former megacity, but at this point was covered by a thick layer of genuine, moist earth. My hands were buried deep in the dirt. It was not a toxic mud more. It was life. I carefully pressed the fine, green shoots of young tomato and Onion plants to the earth. As a planting box served the hollowed, solid Breast chassis of an old Juggernaut cyborg. Where once a deadly plasma core

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Their only contact with the regime is an occasional, undesired, visit by the cyborgs who patrol the area to enforce the new laws. Drones routinely scan the earth’s surface by air, searching for animals and humans who have had the misfortune of having their genetics forever altered by nuclear contamination or who have contracted the zombie virus. The drones are programmed to track and report to the Cyborgs the whereabouts of all creatures with the disease or altered genetics in an effort to eliminate the possibility of the earth’s population being permanently changed through breeding or infection. It was never the alien’s intention to destroy earth’s inhabitants, just dominate them and maint