Cyborg Tl Novels & Stories

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

"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.

- Said Cyborg connecting the communication cable and watching and while passing several charts and his face contorted with disgust and repugnance. - They altered human genetics in order to create meta weapons and monsters what they called beast of war, for export to profit from countries at war. – Said Cyborg. "This is awful," Selene said. – What did this monster do? – He questioned. - He was genetically altered at the cellular level. - Said cyborg, looking around. – But it seems to have lost the ability to respond to stimuli. - He said. – And he lost consciousness, he's in an induced coma. - Said the man.

With a roar of raw, primal power, he used the creature's own momentum and his Alpha strength to swing the entire, four-hundred-pound cyborg like a club, smashing it directly into its twin. The sound was a deafening shriek of protesting metal and shattering ceramics. The two Grey Men crashed into a pile of tangled limbs and sparking wires. For a moment, they were down. It was all the opening he needed. But he didn't charge Lorian. He charged away from him, deeper into the darkness of the tunnels, away from the sniper’s line of sight. Lorian’s calm expression faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. The asset was not behaving as predicted. “Contain him

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!"

The cyborgs were wirelessly connected to a big white contraption. "Sentics completed!" announced the contraption. "Yes," Jake said to himself. "B2Q, let's test them." "Rebooting the cyborgs!" came it reply. Jake walked up to them and unbuttoned their shirts to observe the blinking lights on their necks. It was green. He smiled, nodding. "Perfect." "In three, two—" Jake moved back a little, "—one. Power on." Karen and Kaycie's eyes opened, simultaneously, to meet Jake's wide smile, and cocky eyes.

April 18, 2004 – 21:00 Sonylla was running, glancing once in a while behind her. “What’s happening?” said Coralis through mind-link. “We walked into a trap. Tobly received a tip regarding cursed weapons hidden in a building under construction in Calgary. I was sent there with Clara to investigate. There never were cursed weapons in there,” said Sonylla, sending fireballs behind her. A laser passed through her elbow. Coralis felt it and focused on healing it. Understanding the situation, she sat on the floor where she was.

The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well. “Damien!” Kora brought my attention to her, “It’s almost time!” She shouted. “Almost time for what?” I hollered back, the wind picking up some more. “I need you to take Abby’s hands for a moment while I clear this part of the Garden of the souls, I can’t do it if I’m connected to her,” she explained and I didn’t question further, I took a hold of Abby’s

With any luck, it would land in a spot that would slow him down enough to give her an opportunity to unhobble her horse and race away. Luck was on her side as the blade struck the cyborg in the center of his neck. The sounds of his gasping for air as he tugged at the thick steel to remove it spurred her into action. Her head whirled from left to right in search of his companions while she rushed to her horse. Olga had successfully kept them isolated and protected from much of the harshness of the world while living in that cave, so she knew even less about cyborgs than she did zombies. She’d heard it mentioned in conversations between Olga and Rex -who were both far worldlier than she was-

“Nope. I don’t think so.” “Then loosen up a bit. Can’t get you in trouble.” She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Do you have a joint?” “Yap. Need some?” “Nope. Take some swigs and it will help you relax.” “Nope. I need to distribute when sober.” “Hey ladies?” Dre joins us with two other men. “Hey Dre.” We answer in unison. “This is Troy and this is Ken. They are your drivers.” “Okay.” “We get to work?”