Figment 소설 & 이야기

Mar tried to fix her hair, but Dagon kept clawing at it. “Hey, stop bothering Margarette.” Johan warned the dragon whelp. He took the wiggling dragon off Mar’s shoulder, but Dagon just leapt back. “It’s okay,” said Mar with a laugh. “He’s so cute!” “So, I guess, you’re going to have to get it registered as a familiar?” Professor Dupont said. “I guess, but the registrar...” Johan trailed off. “Don’t worry,” said Althea, “you can register him on Monday, Samantha Revious will be the standing Head Registrar by then...” Althea looked at Johan. “What makes you so sure it’s a male, anyway?” she asked.

“I’m not human, Lana. There is a great deal of baggage that I come with.” I’m enraptured as I consider the situation that we find ourselves in. Leaning close, I nip his bottom lip and carefully mutter, “Let’s not forget that I have some kind of psychotic angel inside of me who is meant to be your mate and harbors a great deal of resentment over the things you did after your fall.” He quirks a brow. “Yes, of course, we can’t forget that bloody mess either.”

Fifty-eight hours until foreclosure. Four days, eleven hours until digitization. Old Fragment was not what Jack expected. Korvin's people, the Rendered, were all imposing: tall, grey-skinned, marked with fractal patterns that shifted like living tattoos. Old Fragment was barely five feet tall, hunched, and appeared to be made not of the mercury-smooth substance of her kin but of something that looked like crumpled newspaper. Her body constantly rustled, shedding tiny flakes of grey matter that dissolved before hitting the floor. She had two eyes, both the flat, featureless white of absolute zero, and when she spoke, her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well that no longe

said Michael Afton. I looked at the pic of me and my mob talker daughters “Cupa the Creeper Girl, Archer the Skeleton Girl, Andr the Enderman Girl, Stringer the Spider Girl, Vanessa the Cave Spider Girl, Yaebi the Zombie Girl, Fireball the Blaze Girl, Young Slime the Small Silme Girl, Teen Slime the Medium Slime Girl, Adult Slime the Big Slime Girl, Snowball the Snow Golem Girl, Iron Hammer the Iron Golem Girl, Flyer the Ghast Girl, Young Magma the Small Magma Cube Girl, Teen Magma the Medium Magma Cube Girl, Adult Magma the Magma Cube Girl and Hider the Silverfish Girl. I really miss you all” I said quietly. Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Q

"Now listen. Noah is leaving the university for I don’t know how long. And you are the reason behind it. That day, you know how he reached home? He was burning with fever. You didn’t slap his face, you slapped his self esteem. You didn't bruise his cheek, you killed his confidence. You burnt him alive with embarrassment and shame in front of the whole food court. You know what happened to him when he came home at 11. He fell unconscious. He almost had a nervous breakdown. This, the boy you are looking for, is not the one I left when I visited him last time. He was full of life. He was the life of our home. Our family. And now. He doesn't remember anything. He forgot to smile. He forgot to la

"Linked?" "Yes. It means that we are connected in a small way mentally. And that's how I found you. You don't know how to shield yourself the way Tige does." "If you find Tige, what will happen?" "He'll be put down. It's not that I want to. Tige is a Rogue and the rules are pretty firm on the matter. Don't look at me like that. Tige is my Second, my best friend. I love him! But he created a Third."

At the center of the room stood the altar. I glared at it, my lips curling. “You know,” I muttered, “you could’ve called my mobile phone like a normal person, Dave.” For a second, nothing happened. Then the altar glowed faintly, cracks of blue light crawling across its surface. The glow deepened, brightening until it spilled out into the chamber. And from the light stepped a figure. Not flesh and blood, never flesh and blood, but a figment. A projection woven from magic and memory.

Some were screaming silently; others were reaching out with impossibly long arms. “They recognize us,” Damian murmured. “They’re not hostile yet. They’re cautious.” One of the shadowy figures stepped forward. Its features shifted, coalescing into Carter’s face, twisted by fragments of code and memory. The voice came layered, distorted. “You think you can stop me? I am every line of this architecture. I am every memory I’ve taken. I am infinite.” Eli swallowed hard. “And we’re supposed to believe that?” Damian’s eyes glowed brighter. “No. But we can overwrite him. Together.”

Ryle fired once, twice, metal slugs sparking off the man’s shoulder like firecrackers. He didn’t flinch. Seraphina grabbed an old EMP disk from the shelf and hurled it. It struck the wall, and a surge of static flooded the room. The man’s image flickered. Glitched. Lily gasped. “He’s not… real?” Seraphina hissed, “Hologram. He’s projecting through a combat drone. Remote AI body.” The hologram straightened, a crack running down his cheek like broken porcelain. “Clever. But this is only the beginning.”