Cyborgs Invincible Novels & Stories

When Amy pressed the power button behind 2Pac’s earring, she successfully shut down the metal man’s operating system, but a micro-electrical discharge exited from the power button, shooting a tiny burst of electricity through Amy’s fingers and down through the rest of her body. Amy collapsed to the floor, feeling a stinging sensation radiating throughout her body. She heard Omar scream after he watched his mother get jolted with electricity. 2Pac remained a statue on his feet and the supercharged light in his eyes dimmed off, leaving behind two tinted optical receptors. Amy powered down the metal soldier successfully and a locking mechanism activated inside the hydraulic joints in his artifi

He dropped to his metal knees, bowing his head so low it touched the toxic puddle on the street. "The False Gods are dead," the cyborg’s vocal synthesizer crackled with reverence. "All hail the Sovereign. All hail the Weaver. Rule us, so we may not fall into chaos." Following his lead, the entire street—millions of people—began to kneel. It was a wave of submission rippling across the Iron Slums. They were offering Caleb and Scarlett absolute dominion over a high-tech planetary empire. Caleb looked at the sea of bowing cyborgs. He didn't look triumphant. He looked profoundly annoyed.

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!"

Sienna carefully described the details with an extremely focused expression. What she wanted to create was not only a bulletproof vest, but also a battlesuit that was invulnerable to swords, guns, water, and fire! The materials used for this battlesuit must be completed using technology that did not exist on the market! She had the laboratory left behind by the top science and technology doctor, Rosalind. The technology in the laboratory was ahead of modern technology for at least fifty years, and Orpheus was an incredible robot that had absorbed all of this high-end technology!

Fire was hot on our heels as we bolted into the bright daylight, waiting for us like an old friend at the end of the tunnel. Outside, Zac grabbed me, pulling me out of the way and covered me with his body just as the fire blast bolted from the tunnel. A few rogue vamps fired upon us, but we unloaded our Uzis and weapons into them, taking them down. "Come on! Let's get the car!" I yelled at Zac, pulling him down the alley on the side of the fortress. At vamp speed, we were at the Challenger. I quickly started it as Zac took down a vamp that followed us, unloading his Uzi into him.

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

The cyborg hesitated for just a moment before launching another series of relentless attacks. The directive was clear: the target must not fall, and the mission must not fail. Maxine had no choice but to meet the onslaught head-on, and the two exchanged blows in a fierce dance of combat, neither gaining the upper hand. "What are you waiting for? Finish off Ivano!" barked the foreman, issuing a new order. Cyborgs were the perfect soldiers—resilient, durable, and without the need for benefits or insurance. Their only flaw was a lack of quick thinking.

“If Gorski did not mean well, you would not only suffer temporary blindness from a flash grenade.” Hearing the arsenal of in-built weapons Damian Gorski had in his body, Zen realised just how lucky he was. He deserved to be spanked. “The cyborg isn’t just an engineer, a scientist or an inventor. He was created as a human weapon and modified to be nearly impossible to kill. We don’t call him a one-man firing squad for no reason. He is fully capable of taking down fighter jets and nuclear submarines alone, so stop being naive already. The only harmless puppy here is you.”

"Don't tell me you guys are just going to walk away without even trying, did you really think the show was over? No, this is where it begins, follow me and we could be rich" None of the hunters needed to think hard to know who was speaking to them, there was only one person they knew that could hack so many devices at once. In a loud whisper each of the hunters uttered the name 'Cypher'. There was no man who was ever involved with the underground that didn't know of Cypher the machine man, the only successfully made cyborg ever known. there wasn't any man that didn't know of his achievements, nor was was there any that didn't hear his rumours. with both combat and intellectual capabilities,

The ground shook as the newly reinducted cyborgs marched past. Three had expired during the flight to Bajoti, six died while being transferred into their new bodies, and eighty nine were declared unfit for duty. The rest turned in response to an order, formed a column of twos, and marched the length of runway 1G. Marco held his salute as yet another Confederate flag drew abreast of the makeshift review stand and felt a variety of conflicting emotions. It was good to see these veterans, to have their strength to call on, but sad nonetheless. How many of these same cyborgs would die cursing his name? Wishing he had left them buried in the past? There was no way to know.