Icy Manipulator Novels & Stories

"You're going to capture Adolf's EMP and manipulate into a weapon to get us out of this mess." "Oh Meg, you've got to be-" Jay stopped the rest of Kei's statement with a raise of his finger. "Theoretically, it can be done," he said and his eyes began to move in calculation. "I mean, in the end, EMP is just another energy and manipulating energies is my specialty. If I capture the wave just a split second before the blast, I should be able to redistribute it as I wish." "Atta, boy." Megan smiled, but her fingers were crossed behind her back.

She asked, as she gave him a fist bump “Robotics Design, gonna be needing this shit when he get bigger ops” “Just d******d it to your implant” she scoffed, “hell, d******ding just means you can read it with your brain. Reading it means the shit sticks to your thinking” Leyland was older, a ginger and had a ton of strength implants but relied less on his brain chips. Sometimes Solus found it too old fashioned for her liking, but he’d been a good friend, practically family at this point.

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

Koji unsheathes his sword and strokes it cloaking the blade in flame. “Cambuk Api! (Fire Whip)” Koji exclaimed swinging his sword that the blade expanding flame long enough to reach Manik. Manik extends his arm to his side. His arm looks expanding, and he slaps the flame with his expanded arm. Manik then crosses his arms to his chest. “That’s...! Anamo!” Kartika exclaimed. “Anamo?” Alfi looks confused. “An ability to manipulate body structure. Just like when you confronted Taye.” Kartika said.

The man looked at me and shook his head “and an impatient wolf, what more could I have asked for?” “Who the bloody hell are you?” I asked, growling at the man, warning him of any further game. He seemed un-bothered by my behavior, if anything, he didn’t even bother looking at me as he answered my question. His eyes were fixed on Natalia who was frowning as she processed everything the man was telling her. “The Grand Element Manipulator, isn’t that who you came to see?” The man asked casually “oh, I’m sorry, I believe that I forgot the right term to your wording. I believe that you’re supposed to address me as grandfather”

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

I didn't mind him and started connecting the cables on his temple, and activated the IPM of my wristwatch that was now connected on his laptop as Lawrence's words played in my head. "He develops a new device, the one that can also control your mind and order you to do things against your will. They perfect it just this year, it was in his office, the chair in the middle. Strap him and connect the wires on his temple, and I will connect your IPad on his laptop so that you can access the software and navigate his thoughts."

Gray eyes that sweep over her with the slow precision of someone reading a contract before signing. He's not smiling. He's not frowning. He's just *looking*, and it's the most disarming thing anyone has done to her all night. "Your myoelectric interface uses an eleven-millivolt threshold," he says. "My engineers told me that was impossible without cortical implantation." Aurelia blinks. "Your engineers are wrong." "Usually." The corner of his mouth moves — not quite a smile, but the suggestion of one. "I'm Damon Kincaid."

The entrance looked like an iris—a giant, muscular valve that was currently sealed shut. "I'll open it," Marcus shouted, holding up a device he had rigged from hospital scrap. "I’ve isolated the Reaper frequency! If I can mimic the handshake, it’ll think I’m an administrator!" He fired a beam of blue light at the iris. The tower let out a low, sub-harmonic groan that shook the marrow of my bones. The valve twitched, pulled back, and then... slammed shut with even more force. "Access denied," a voice whispered.

he smiles looking back out towards the road. It took us another twenty minutes before a house comes into view, it was the only one around here it wasn't big but it also wasn't small, it was kind of in the middle. We drive up to the gate where Ryan opens his window talking into the intercom. "It's Ryan" he says someone speaks through it but i couldn't hear what they were saying as the gates opened.