Cyborgs Origin Novels & Stories

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

“We destroyed the first viable host.” Caleb didn’t look at him. He looked at Ariana. “You destroyed the first stable host,” he corrected. Memory slammed into her— Not from her childhood. From something older. A lab. Dim lighting. A containment pod filled with fluid. A body floating inside. Not an infant. A teenager. Eyes open. Unmoving. Connected to thousands of neural filaments. “Origin was never a program,” Caleb said quietly. “It was a person.” Mason’s breath caught.

Dylan demanded answers and Charles took a deep breath before looking him in the eye. “The juggernauts used to be the only fully human town we created in this world. It wasn’t long before they began to favour machines and gears. One day they started researching ways of upgrading themselves in a painless but beneficial manner. It somehow worked and they became the juggernauts. A fully cyborg, steampunk style town where they can look human if they choose to. There is no one better to help Noah now.” Charles explained.

"When the shockwave hit the earth, it didn't just mutate the animals and the plants. It bonded with the survivors living in the deepest slums of the outer cities. The children absorbed it." "Why are the Founders hunting them?" Dax asked, the protective instincts of the Alpha already flaring in his amber eyes. "Because the Founders' old tech is failing in this new atmosphere," Reyes explained bitterly. "They can't harness the Origin-Code mechanically. But they figured out they can harness it biologically. They were plugging these kids into the Prime Forges, using their life force as living batteries to power their new war machines." I felt physically sick. It was the Red-Queen’s nightmare all

Before he had time to scream, the force from the giant ax did not diminish and swung down right on top of the man’s head! Puff! Instantly, the man split into two halves and fell into a pool of blood. Even at the last moment, he could not scream before he lost his life. Again, he was a cyborg. Most of the body parts were human, except for some vital organs in the torso that were mechanical. This was the masterpiece of the Hall of Evil. The Hellhounds were killing machines modified from human bodies! Thus, Evil God Vataco did not care about the lives of these people at all, because he could continue to produce such killing machines.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached, each one thudding ominously. Alexander guessed whoever was coming weighed at least three times more than an average person. "Attack!" The corridor quickly filled with figures, their voices mechanical, all converging on him. They were no challenge at all. To Alexander, those attackers were nothing but a time drain. He moved effortlessly among them, dispatching his foes with ease. As they fell, their bodies clattered with the sound of dropping metal parts. These were cyborgs. A memory flashed in Alexander's mind—a mad scientist from Wyverna's past, obsessed with creating war machines from living humans, fusing flesh with steel. The monarch had banished

I sat down on the bed with him. “We are living in the Andromeda galaxy. You already know the name. It’s twice as big as the earth and most of the people are cyborgs. We are made like this from the beginning. Those who have fewer cyborg parts in their body are called humans. Cause they have true hearts, not like us.” “I see. Then how was your life all these years? I mean over 200 years of your life,” “It’s better to show you than telling. But promise me you would hate me for this. I have never been a good person before I met you. All I did was bad things.”

Tyr propped up his chin with his hand and asked, “Can’t we just go to the arctic and destroy that eye before it truly becomes a God?” “How are we going to do that?” Jim replied. “You have no idea how powerful GPE is! When you explore the God’s Tomb, you must have dealt with those cyborgs, right?” “Yup!” Tyr hadn’t actually come into contact with those cyborgs, but Dillon had told him everything that took place before. Hence, he knew how terrifying these cyborgs were. The weakest of their warriors were in the middle and late stages of the Transformation realm, while the strongest had attained the Demigod realm. Instead of one or two, they produced their Demigods in batches.

"What did you call those fictional creatures that were part human and part robot?" "Cyborg," Marco's voice yawned, laying with his head on Arsenio's shoulder and his eyes closed, but awake. "They're called Cyborgs," "Yes. Cyborg." Their father confirmed. "He'll be kind of like a cyborg, no?" They couldn't help but laugh at his words, all of them beyond relieved to know that Salvatore was alright.

I fought the urge to shake my head and click my tongue. I brought my focus to Delaney and raised a brow. "Like me?" "No, you're a half," whispered my best friend, warily glancing from left to right, not to accidentally blurt out my secret. "Hybrids came from two different races. They are both children of Sierpenti and Levio." "Whoa." My brows arched. "Really? I didn't know that's allowed. I mean, that sounds racist but, you know."