Figment Novels & Stories

"Odin, please. It's Rashidat, I need you. Please, let me save you. Fight and come..." "The spirits are too strong," the body said without opening the eyes. "Fight," she shouted as she recognized the voice. "Fight, Odin. You are strong." "No, I'm a terrible person," the body replied. "Don't save me, Rashidat. I'ma monster. I will hurt you. I am not Ichab" "No. You saved that little girl at the dance, Odin. You saved us all. You helped Harmony. You are strong and you are a good person. There's a cure!"

That too when the one in front of her might be her kidnapper. For the smallest fraction of a second, she saw regret flash in his eyes. Then his face became a stoic mask. *Look behind you* When these words popped in her mind she turned reflexively. “But, there is noth….” She said turning back, only to find that hottie had vanished again. This was the first time she realized that the hottie was very different from her. Not different from her, different from all human beings. Maybe he wasn’t even a human. Then what was he? In the beginning, she hadn’t paid much attention to the telepathic communication as she had heard about mind connectors from Uncle Roy.

empty. It was Toby. The kid who used to live next door when I was ten. The boy my father swore had moved to Italy. Toby looked like a ghost. If this place was supposed to fix me, why did he already look like that? And what would I look like by morning?

I sighed heavily, the weight of our endeavor pressing down on me. Alex quickly interjected, aiming to alleviate my concerns. "But this time, you don't need to do anything except watch movies." "What?" I blurted out, confusion and skepticism mingling in my voice. Within the hour, I found myself stepping into a virtual world alongside Alex. He introduced me to a new, small dragon, a creature of the digital realm. "This is the subconscious artificial intelligence I've just created, named Suba," he explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

He held a dagger in the figure's right hand, which gleamed when struck by the moonlight of a reproduction of the artificial sky above; she wore a compact black dress, with the sole embellishment being a face covering displaying only half of the eyes. "Ninja!"Li Wei pondered as he secretly created a seal to call forth fire. The ninja talked with what appeared to be a robotic voice while maintaining a blank expression in his eyes. He appeared to be both alive and dead, which is weird. "Welcome to the Ground Floor section of Forsaken Fortress, the most fundamental component of this five-story building!" Li Wei grew increasingly certain that the ninja was not a real person. He explained, "This i

"I am a sentient robot, Miss Zella. But I am not the kind of robot you are used to, the kind with no life or emotions. I come from a planet that is very similar to Earth, but it is populated entirely by machines. I am from the machine race." I closed my eyes tight, swallowing a huge laugh that tried to surface. Maybe I was finally losing it. "I’m hallucinating. That’s it. I’ve had a long day, I’ve been through too much, and now I’m seeing things. You’re probably just a… ghost left here by whoever lived here before me. An illusion! Yes! You’re an illusion!" I pointed at him again, keeping my eyes shut for a second before opening them again, fully expecting him to have vanished into thin air.

“No, not really. I am sorry, sir. It is just that, well, bots are not supposed to dream.” “I do not know about that. But for all intents and purposes, yes, you are dreaming right now.” “And you? Are you a part of my dream, too?” “Yes, I am merely a figment of your imagination. I say what you want me to say. I even speak the way you want me to speak.” “But who are you really? Where do I remember you from?” “I am Rigelius Prime, Mage-class character, at your service,” the old man introduced himself with a slight bow right where he was floating cross-legged in space.

It was a giant, multi-armed mechanical Buddha made entirely of jagged chrome, glowing red optical sensors, and writhing, exposed synthetic Qi-meridians. "ROGUE WEAVER," the horrific entity—the Grand Compiler—spoke. Its voice was a sickening, overlapping chorus of thousands of digitized screams. "YOU HAVE CORRUPTED THE DAO. WE WILL ASSIMILATE YOUR ORIGIN CODE AND REBUILD A FLAWLESS HEAVEN." "Flawless?" Caleb rumbled, stepping in front of Scarlett, his massive Sovereign claws extending. "You look like a walking junkyard." Scarlett stepped out from behind his broad back, her starlight brush spinning gracefully in the zero-gravity environment. The First Weaver looked at the mechanical abominatio

"If he wants to delete the story, he has to face the characters first." They didn't walk through the Cube; they were processed through it. They found themselves in a space that was infinitely large and perfectly empty. In the center sat a figure made of Luminous Geometry. He had no face, just a shifting arrangement of lines that suggested a crown. "I AM THE DESIGNER," the figure vibrated. The sound wasn't a voice; it was a fundamental law of physics. "I SEEDED THE WELLS TO CREATE HARMONY. YOU HAVE CREATED NOISE. YOU HAVE BLURRED THE LINES BETWEEN THE CLAY, THE COLD, AND THE LIGHT. THE EXPERIMENT HAS DEVIATED BEYOND RECOVERY."

“I can’t—it’s not attacking.” “Then what the hell is it doing?” Aiden’s breath came fast. “It’s showing me.” Images filled his mind. Oceans boiling into data. Cities of light replacing flesh. A world reborn—not mechanical, not organic, but something in between. He saw Julian—only not the Julian he remembered. A younger version, standing at the edge of a digital dawn, whispering: “I didn’t create this. I just found it first.” Aiden gasped, trembling. “He wasn’t the architect. He was the messenger.”