Humanoid Glados นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

The air grew heavy, shock waves travelled through the plugs. Eve shot upright. "He’s here." Michael frowned. "Who?" "Collins." "I’ll get the doctor.......," Michael said. Before he could move, a tall man appeared, light shimmering off him. Analica stood at his side, head bowed. Michael staggered back, stunned by the stranger’s godlike presence. "Undo what you have done," Collins commanded. His glow dimmed, revealing sharp features and eyes that seemed to pierce the world. "This is Collins," Eve whispered, breathless.

Finally, she opens her eyes and instead of a wolf, she sees a naked man staring down at her. Sheila is so confused at this transformation and development. She stares at the man and the man too stares back at her. she had never seen a naked man in her entire life before. Then he pulls out a pair of jeans from somewhere and pulls it on and he extends a hand to Sheila, helping her up. She hesitantly lifted her hand, accepting his offer of help. “I’m so sorry for scaring you. It wasn’t intentional,” he apologized, slightly grinning.

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.

It was not exactly human, yet not supernatural. Truthfully, it's nothing that I’ve ever seen before. It looks like a patchwork human and monster fusion. Not like Mikhail, who is part demon and angel. No, this is not natural. Gazing at its clawed hands and leathery skin, I look back up at its human-looking head. To my shock, there’s a knife sticking out of the back of its head. Reaching forward, I pull out the knife and inspect it. It’s a beautiful knife with a gleaming liquid silver blade. Using my cell phone, I take pictures of the body, the blade, and the surrounding area. Once I do, I call Tristan and tell him about the body. Two Halo enforcers appear and immediately take the body with th

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

“This is where they kept the failures.” Evelyn’s gaze moved from pod to pod, horror dawning with each shattered shell. The creatures had once been people. Some still had remnants of faces, jaws split wide and eyes clouded with mutation. Others had become unrecognizable—twisted things that crawled or slithered or walked on bones that didn’t belong to any species. A faint tapping came from behind one of the glass panels. They turned—and saw something watching them. A figure stood at the far end of the corridor, behind thick glass. Female. Human-looking. But her eyes glowed gold, and her mouth was curled into a feral smile. She tapped the glass once, twice… then raised a hand and pointed at Emi

"The ship is treating me like a virus! It’s deploying internal security!" "What kind of security?" Zilo asked, his blood turning to ice. "The Mirror-Walkers," Nomo gasped. "But they don't look like Subject Zero. They look like... they look like Sofia. Hundreds of them." (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) Nomo backed away from the silver shield, his rifle raised as the walls of the corridor began to bleed. Liquid silver dripped from the ceiling, coiling and shaping itself into humanoid forms. Within seconds, a dozen figures stood before him. They were perfect, sapphire-skinned replicas of Sofia, each one holding a jagged blade of light.

Their skin was the color of unpolished marble, and their veins were not blue or red, but a faint, pulsing silver that matched the glow of the crystalline neurons on the ceiling. ​Killian shifted his weight, his golden eyes narrowing as he tracked the first of the grey-eyed men stepping out of his pod. The Architect was tall and unnaturally thin, his limbs elongated as if stretched by centuries of gravity-free sleep. He didn't shiver from the sudden cold of the vault. He simply stood there, his gaze fixed on me with a terrifyingly blank intensity. He was not looking at a person; he was looking at a biological asset that had finally been delivered to his doorstep.

The metal glowed red, the tumblers fused, and the door swung open. Inside was a nightmare. Subject Zero had been human once. I could see the outline of a body suspended in a containment tank similar to the ones Julian used, but the corruption had progressed so far that almost nothing human remained. It was a mass of crystalline formations and fleshy tendrils and something that pulsed with wrongness that made my eyes hurt to look at directly. And there, mounted on the wall beside the tank, was the device. It looked almost identical to Eugene's elimination device, but where his emitted blue light, this one was dark. Dormant. The genetic lock engaged when I approached, recognizing my bloodline,