Genesis Cards Novels & Stories

"That's impossible, Apex Holdings signed a ninety-nine-year lease for those patents. Who authorized this breach of contract?" The CFO, his hands trembling violently, passed the tablet down the long table. The glowing screen displayed the official court filing. "The parent company of Apex Holdings activated a dormant morality clause buried in the original contract. The parent company, sir, is the Genesis Institute. We are bleeding USD 10 million a minute on the open market."

he said. Jade smirked. “Let them. The truth isn’t a weapon. It’s a cage.” She held up the chip. “But this, this is evolution.” She slid the chip into a sleek black case and pressed her thumb to it. A hologram bloomed in the air, Adrian’s face, then Grace’s. Then dozens of others. Children. Soldiers. Scientists. Jade’s eyes burned with ambition. “I don’t need Ghost Protocol anymore. I have Genesis.”

a voice boomed from the gallery. Marcus Vane stepped into the light. He looked older, his face gaunt, but his eyes burned with a terrifying clarity. He wasn't just the auctioneer; he was the priest of this new, dark religion. "The code that once ruled our world was a ghost," Vane continued, his hand resting on the glass of the cylinder. "It was fragile. It was vulnerable to the 'Anomaly.' But the Genesis Protocol is different. It is biological. It is hereditary. Whoever owns this asset owns the blueprint for a human race that cannot rebel. A race that is coded to serve."

But the fourth. "That one." I point. "Industrial area. Multiple buildings. Underground levels. That's a Genesis facility." "How do you know?"

"Oh, I’m screwed." *** Grace yanked the toothbrush from her mouth, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "What?!" "Oh, girl!" Genny groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "I always knew you were crazy, but this—this is next-level insanity!" The two of them stared at me, waiting for an explanation—one that I wasn’t even sure I could give because what the hell was I supposed to say? Genny, my partner in crime since high school, worked in the same company as me. Grace, on the other hand, was a skincare consultant for Lush and Beauty Cosmetics, the same company that gave me the contract to help that cheating bastard!

The Engineering of the Seed-Ship The Genesis was a masterpiece of dual-heritage engineering. Its core contained a dormant fragment of the 1956 Rose, housed in a containment field designed by the brightest Vanderwall minds. Surrounding it was a library of every "Certified Fresh" story, song, and poem ever recorded—the Vance contribution to the mission.

“You have no right to offend our Boss also. Don’t forget that she has the upper hand here.” “Upper hand?” Huffing out loud, Jonathan jerked his hand away and straightened his coat, “Don’t forget that Mr. Mason Gilbert invested 50 billion dollars in this company only with the motive of gaining profit. Ms. Clarke, you have risked the company’s future and now we won’t let you take calls all by yourself. The next investor will be decided by us and you will be obliged to do business with the clients whom we approve. And that’s final.” Saying that he shot all of them a daring look and exited the cabin while slamming the door shut.

They both ignored me while I stood there like a fool and waited for some sort of recognition. "Let's have a seat, I need to offer you something" Genesis said and Jackie shook her head. "I have alot of things to do so I have to run along quickly. But I came to give you this cards" she said and searched her bag. When her hands came out of the bag, she brought out seven different bank cards with the name Genesis Chase boldly written on it. My skin went cold and my blood stopped flowing. "This are your cards. So you can have access to as much finances as you want" Jackie said and handed the card over to Genesis

“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.”

"They think they hold all the cards. But they forgot one thing." "What's that?" "They're collecting on a debt using a system I own." Jack tapped his chest, where the cracked Genesis Coin pulsed with defiant light. "And I've been known to change the rules."