Heartbeat 81 Novels & Stories

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

I added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

ADA's voice chimed in, "I'm detecting some anomalies in the tunnel's infrastructure. It looks like... Ah, wait. I've found something." "What is it?" Dr. Kim asked. ADA's response was immediate. "It appears to be a hidden server room. And there's a message encoded in the system. It reads: 'Project Elysium: Initiate Protocol 7'." Dr. Kim's eyes locked onto Andrea's, a look of determination in her gaze. "This could be the break we need to take down the organization." Dr. Kim's eyes sparkled with determination. "Let's dig deeper into Project Elysium. ADA, can you hack into the system and gather more information?"

Instantly, the silver-blue runes on the ledger flared into a blinding, white-hot light. The circular iron platform beneath our feet began to hum aggressively, a massive wave of cool, liquid silver energy surging upward through my ankles and rushing straight toward my heart. But this time, I didn't just let the calibration data stabilize my human heart valves. I focused my mind, letting my Phoenix core link directly into the digital frequency of the ledger.

Every time he adjusted a frequency, the Auditor’s crystalline needle in the sky seemed to tilt just a fraction of a millimeter, acknowledging his compliance. "You’re vibrating at a dissonant frequency again, Kael," Vara’s voice signaled through the Bond. She was standing several yards away, her obsidian skin perfectly still, reflecting the violet-gold sky. She didn't turn to look at him; she didn't need to. "The Central Entropy Controller is flagging your heartbeat. You’re at 102 beats per minute. The standard for a resting state is 60. You are wasting metabolic potential." "Maybe I like wasting it, Vara," Kael replied out loud. The sound of his own voice felt like a thunderclap in the silen

I said, the words feeling like glass in my throat. "No," Julian hissed from the front seat, turning around. "If you separate, the signal just splits. It’s looking for the 'Primary.' That’s you, Grace. It wants the original heartbeat to stabilize the copy. If Ethan isn't there to dampen the signal with the resonance, the Bio-Sync will just reconstruct herself inside your mind."

Strange, geometric sequences that seemed to shift and change even as Jack watched. "It's responding to the beacon's echo," his father explained without looking up. "The signal we sent is bouncing back from multiple sources. Each response is modifying the Heart's frequency. It's like... like it's receiving updates." "Updates from where?" "The fleet. The incoming Origin Blood survivors." Dr. Miller's voice carried a mix of excitement and fear. "They're sending compressed data packets. I'm only catching fragments, but it looks like tactical information. Star charts. Historical records. And..."

"Huh! What happened now?" Raymond turned his head at the screed that was displaying his vitals. He saw the heart rate was falling down quickly. From 194 it fell to 170, then 150. For a second, Raymond felt as if something bad happened to him. Until he saw that it stabilized at 80.

Cameron was standing outside Marissa’s door, trying to build the courage to ring the doorbell. After a deep breath, when he was about to touch the bell, someone called from behind, causing him to have a mini heart attack. “Cameron,” “Fuck! Marissa, you scared the shit out of me.” He exclaimed loudly, one hand on his heart and breathing deeply. “I am sorry, but why are you standing outside my door?” She asked him curiously. Today, Marissa was late coming home as she had to run to the grocery store, so it was unusual for her to see her student uncle standing in front of her doorstep in all his glory.

"I think it's the second, Trent." Trent tried the middle one by inserting the code and he saw the key. He took it to enter the next room which was empty aside from a heart monitor, and a bunch of hearts on the wall. "Maybe you need to raise your heartbeat at a certain level?" I guessed and he started doing random exercises to raise his heartbeat. When it reached one-hundred twenty, he put the monitor on his finger and waited for the drawer to open but it didn't. *God, don't tell me I'm the one who needs to raise it?" I wondered out loud and he chuckled.