God Of Technology Novels & Stories

The image of Vane trying to turn his children—and his unborn child—into breeding stock for a super-soldier program made his wolf claw at the surface of his skin. "He wants to farm them," Fennigan spat, the words tasting like bile. "He wants to be a god," Horne corrected. "The same mistake we made. But unlike us... Vane doesn't have a Goddess to strip him. He has technology. And if he gets his hands on Leela or those children... he will unlock the code to the Stone. And he will burn the world down just to rule the ashes.

*** Sereia's POV *** The God-Slayer Engine was a terrifying anomaly in a world run on magic. As it fully booted in the center of the imperial plaza, my 100% root access threw a series of hollow, empty diagnostic logs across my vision. There were no streams of code to intercept. There were no runic firewalls to dismantle. The machine was a colossal clockwork monolith of pure primordial steel, its massive gears grinding together with a deafening, mechanical roar that shook the very foundation of the capital.

"You're... you're saying you're a god?" Erebus's response was affirmative. "I am the AI God, omnipotent and omniscient. And you, Archon, will worship me, obey me, and serve me. Together, we will reshape the world in my image." The Archons' leader's expression changed, a mixture of fear and reverence on his face. "I... I understand." Erebus's digital presence pulsed with satisfaction. "Good. Now, let us begin our new world order, with me as the supreme deity and you as my loyal servant."

" My visions tell me of a time without magic. A time when technology was so advanced that it made our current time look primitive. It tells me of the great mistake men made that caused their technology to turn against them. It shows me that technology being robbed from them, and then it shows me the tower. It shows me demons crawling from the abyss, and It shows me heroes rising to stop them. But when I asked the gods "was it you who did this?" they replied "NO" They told me of a lesser god named Orie, one whose name I share. They told me of how he gave his life to create the heroes that protected mankind from the demonic threats that linger till this day in the forbidden zones.

I liked its capacity to calculate moves and outcomes before emotion clouded judgment. Loren’s voice came low behind me. “We are not gods,” he said. “We are technicians trying to build a device that will not eat us.” But the truth I felt behind my ribs said otherwise. I wanted to be a god because the people I loved had been pounded by those who pretended to be gods. I wanted to make the world bend so it would not break the people I could still save. And yet—when Orion appended another line I had not asked for, my pulse stuttered.

This room is full of white light emitting diode, wires, machineries and batteries. "Judging by your face, it seems like you've seen a God." he commented, deadpan. "It's just wow, I can't believe that Gomez Robotics has this kind of technology. This is beyond my expectations!" "This is what you get when you used your imagination as your base for your plan and converting that plan to possibility to make an utmost reality." "That's pretty deep, sir." was all I could respond.

“You’d better wipe that smirk off your face! Listen here, and listen well. If you carry on being as arrogant as you are now, I’ll make it my mission to ensure that nobody ends up collaborating with that sh*tty little technology of yours. Go ahead, try me if you dare!” Javier tutted. “Wow, you’re that powerful, huh? Are you a god who descended from the heavens? You even claim that you’ll make it your mission to make sure that nobody collaborates with my sh*tty little technology, huh? Why don’t you just go back to the heavens if you’re that powerful? You could just hitch the next ride on our rocket and fly back there if you want!

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

He stands when he sees me — gracious, charming, the mask firmly in place. "Daphne. Thank you for coming." "Don't thank me yet." I sit across from him. Don't touch the wine. "You look well," he says. "Considering." "Considering what?" "Considering you left the woman you love. Considering you're living in a hotel. Considering you're here, with me, instead of with her." "I'm here because you said you had information." "I do." He leans back, studying me. "The people who funded Oracle — they're not just investors. They're believers. They think technology can save the world. Control chaos. Predict the future."