Generator Rex Nanites Novels & Stories

“Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.” Silver’s head snapped up at that. “ReGenesis?” she echoed softly. She's heard her great grandmother talk about it in her last conference meeting. Detroit gave her a glance, a small flick of his eyes that almost resembled amusement. “It’s one of the institute’s ongoing projects. Gene restoration therapy for neural decay.” Her brows furrowed. “Like for Alzheimer’s?” “Yes,” he said, his tone gentling slightly. “And more than that — trauma, paralysis, genetic defects. We’re rewriting how the human body remembers itself.”

"Remember the shot Rex fired? Those doctors who disappeared are all top experts in male reproduction." Nathan quickly connected the dots, thinking back to when Rex shot Hex, making him infertile. This kind of injury was fatal to men. Now, Hex was frantically kidnapping the world's top male reproduction experts because he wanted to find a doctor to heal his injuries. So his next goal..

Somehow, she searched inside her brain a haughty yet at the same time pitying look, accompanied by a mocking laugh of her own. “What a pathetic, lying bitch you are, Whitney! Truly, you must think I don't know everything about you, you pretentious whore! My Nix would never make love to you. He despises you with all his might. And you're quite wrong about my only wanting to be Mrs. Phoenix Beaumont. That's not it at all. I just want to be with him, to be his woman and the mother of his children. If you must know,” Genie added, out of some kind of desperate defiance, “I'm already having his baby. Yes… that's right. I'm expecting the baby of the man that loves me madly. Because Nix truly loves

"Sooner or later, you will meet Quinn and Dione." "Mimi!" he wailed, but he stopped after five minutes and cuddled with her. She stayed with him until he fell asleep. She tucked him in and let the music continue playing while she went to the bathroom to bathe. She didn't take long because she wanted to check on him. Then, she went to bed and checked her tablet. She read Johanna's email about the nanomites. It seemed her parents had also discovered nanomites that could control a person's brain and body, similar to the ones activated in Victor's cells.

​The boardroom of the Cerebrum flickered, the mahogany table and glass walls of Neo-Tokyo stuttering like a dying film. Beneath the digital veneer, the Weaver’s true heart pulsed—a massive, translucent pillar of bio-gel that smelled of ancient sea-salt and cold ozone. ​"The nanites," Nora gasped, her knees buckling. The shifting obsidian armor on her skin began to turn grey, losing its luster as Liam’s shadow reclaimed the command codes. "Papa, he’s... he’s pulling them back."

"Jack, they're targeting the cryo-stasis controls first. If they shut down the cooling for your parents or the containment field for Olivia..." "They die," Jack finished. "Can you stop it?" "I can slow it down," Haley said, her face grim. "But I can't kill it. It's too distributed. The nanites are acting like a hive mind." Jack looked at the screen. The red mass was swarming towards the central core. "Physics," Jack said. "Nanites are physical machines, right? Tiny robots?" "Yes," Dr. Aris said. "Why?" "If they are machines, they are susceptible to EMP," Marcus suggested.

Swift was my most loyal employee and the person whom I really can trust the most right now. Dylan: Alright, you may leave. He bowed again and eventually left. I rested my head on the head rest of the chair and closed my eyes in content. A faint smile crept on my face thinking about my plan. Actually, I was throwing a party on Eve's birthday. I had already planned everything beforehand all I wanted to execute it. But on top of that I was planning something big on her birthday and for that only I had called Mr. Swift to discuss about it. I recalled his pale shocked face when I told him about my plan but obviously, he can't go against me. I even warned him not to talk about this to anyone altho

“Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.” Kate scrunches her brow. It didn’t escape her Grammar Nazi ears that Nathan pronounced “etc” as ee-tee-see. Nathan gleefully switches to tutor mode. “What Rhodes has is called exoskeletal and exo means…” The fangirl inside Kate thinks exoplanet or, in the case of Monte X-O, Cristo. The Miss Grammarly side of her prevails. “Outside.” “That’s right. You see, the braces are like bones outside the skin. But I won’t be needing those. Instead, a microchip and some nanites would be implanted into my brain stem. Think of me as a puppet…”

It was empty, the glass casing etched with a serial number from the original Sentinel Initiative. "I found this where the... where the light happened," Jun said. He tapped a small display on the side of the device. "It’s a Genetic-Frequency-Broadcaster. It was used to send a Null-Signal into the monolith. But look at the logs. It required a 'Primary DNA Donor' to activate."

They are my loves and I don't know what I would do without the next generation. The End