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That, I’d have nightmares about for the rest of my life. Apollo intercepted the woman with slitted reptilian eyes, his own suit melting away into bronze armor. He unsheathed his sword and swung at her head, his movements fast and lithe like the most skilled of dancers. The woman slid across the floor, dodging his blade at the last second. I could hear a collective hiss as some of the serpents that made up her hair were lobbed off.

Left, right, and left again until the pursuer paused to gobble some corrupt data, and Herbert was able to escape. But to where? The question was no more than asked before the electronic entity fell through a seldom used circuit and "splashed" into darkness. There was a pause while long dormant systems were activated, a fusion reactor came online, and power flowed to the battle android's sensors. Though some what cramped by the rather small onboard memory module, the robot found that it could "see" in a number of different ways, "hear" across a wide range of frequencies, and "feel" via all sorts of sensors. It was similar to "wearing" a ship, but a bit more limiting. Servos whirred as the con

"Charles wanted his shipping lanes; Victoria wanted her fortresses. But Silas understood that true power is entirely decentralized. Once that countdown hits zero, the Vane network becomes an un-killable, automated ecosystem. It won't need directors. It won't even need me." ​Julian stepped in front of Lyra and Leo, his rifle raised, his silver eyes completely calm. "Then you've outlived your usefulness, Doctor." ​"Perhaps," Thorne smiled thinly. "But so have you. Eliminate them." ​The three androids moved with a terrifying, synchronized fluidity. They didn't run like humans; they glided across the concrete floor, their carbon-fiber chassis cutting through the shadows of the frozen assembly li

“Oh, I plan to. Deep inside your little bond, where you’ll never get me out again.” The space trembled as he spoke. Streams of code swirled around him, shaping into weapons, blades of pure light, flickering and fading like dying stars. I stepped forward, shielding Gloss. “You don’t get to touch him again.” “Oh, Dream,” Adrian said softly. “You still don’t understand.” He raised a hand, and the code behind him expanded like wings. “This isn’t about touching him.” He smiled wider, the edges of his face fracturing into static.

Rhea stood on the crystallized arch of the silver-geyser, her white hair catching the first true light of a world without filters. ​"They’re waking up," Elias said, appearing silently beside her. He looked different—the jagged obsidian of his "Apex" form had softened into a shimmering charcoal, and the glow in his veins was no longer a violent amber, but a steady, cool silver. "The pilots. The technicians. They aren't fighting anymore, Rhea. They’re just... sitting there. Looking at the horizon as if they’ve never seen it before." ​"They haven't," Rhea said, her voice a low, melodic rasp. "The Council gave them sight, but they took away their vision. Now they have to learn how to process the

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

"Kinda... when I speak to her I can see her but not like she's right here. It's like in my minds eye. Does that make sense?" "You know I'm a big fan of the Dahlia Llama and what you are describing is seeing with your third eye." His finger poked my forehead. "It's about here." It is where I saw her. "Yes! Exactly. Like Princess Leia in her message to Obi-Wan Kenobi. She appears like that when my eyes are closed and that spot is like the lens of R2-D2!" This is so cool! "I didn't peg you as a Star Wars geek, Princess. You keep surprising me." Liam was too amused.

Their optical sensors shattered instantly, their synthetic bodies flying across the room and crashing into the digital-jukebox in a shower of sparks and synthetic coolant. "He's not using a data-port!" a terrified patron screamed from under a table. "He's fighting offline!" The remaining two Disciples activated their Mantis-Blades—glowing, high-frequency energy swords that extended from their forearms. They lunged at Caleb in perfect, synchronized mechanical synchronization.

Then it looked at the dagger. "It knows," Caleb rasped. He backed away, his heels clicking on the marble. "Ethan, it knows what the dagger is." "It’s not a wolf, Caleb. It’s a program." Elara stepped into the light. She held a small, silver remote. "And the program is about to execute. David, kill the Beta. Now." The Construct let out a sound that wasn't a howl. It was a mechanical scream, a grating of metal on bone. It turned toward Caleb.

Ben's rescue. Still shaking and crying, I crawl towards him and saw a knife, with blood over it, the sharp edge facing up. As I reached out to take the knife, I heard the weird voice again. *if I were you, I won't touch that* I spun around so quickly but I was met with nothing, no one, just the empty backyard, with my scream echoing..