Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

I said to Ariana, but it was like she was in a different place. I shifted my gaze to Damien, who was lying motionless in her arms and noticed something. His shoulder, where the bullet hit him, was glowing. I stood to my feet and scanned the bodies of Demitri's men lying motionless on the ground, and there was no sign of Demitri. "Ms Brown," I tapped Ariana on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to stare at me. Her eyes, which appeared to be glowing, dimmed, and she fell on her side.

The air was ice-cold but buzzing with static. Selene scanned the air. “No wireless signals. Everything’s hardwired. Deep-level AI.” Darius whispered, “This place isn’t a lab. It’s a womb.” They entered the main chamber, and froze. Dozens of tanks surrounded a central core. Inside each tank floated a figure, not synthetic. Not cloned. Engineered. Male and female forms. Each one an idealized human. Glowing with faint neural lines. Grown from scratch. Julian stepped closer. “These aren’t weapons.”

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.

Their lights seemingly blinded Keagan as he traversed the rooftops, taking in the city with a bird’s eye view As pedestrians navigated the bustling streets, their augmented reality glasses flickered with information and overlays, guiding them through the labyrinthine cityscape. The denizens of NeoVista, a tapestry of humanity, showcased an array of cybernetic enhancements, their bodies transformed by the merging of man and machine. Neural implants glowed softly beneath the skin, a testament to the seamless integration of technology into everyday life.

Thinking Connor was just putting the shower on for me I am shocked when I walk in and see his sculpted ass through the glass of the shower. “Oh my god! I’m sorry!” I say as I turn around dropping my conditioner on the floor. I bend down to collect it and peak at him over my shoulder only to see he is now washing his hair with his eyes closed. I don’t know if he heard me or even realises I am here. I stand and fully check him out. Even my imagination underestimated the body he hides under his crisp suits. He is a soapy adonis. With a god sized manhood to match. I feel my face flush when I hear him say.

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

But his eyes, his hair, his thin beard, his height, his body and his lips are exactly the same. How is that possible? Is he his clown or what? The man is staring at me too, his lips parted as if in total shocked. I was about to conclude what was filling his eyes when Eren suddenly comes to hold my hand, throwing me out of my inspection. I immediately step back when I realise that my chest is brushing against the guy’s.

“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.