Immortal Cyber Cafe Novels & Stories

"This... this is an analog server farm. Air-gapped. Totally invisible to modern surveillance." "Invisible is the game, man," Gary said, tossing a piece of popcorn at Bessie, who ate it happily. "The internet up there? It's poisoned. Surveillance capitalism, baby. Big Brother Valerius is watching every packet. But down here? This is the Dark Fiber. The forgotten nervous system of the city." "Can you get us online?" Jack asked. "Safely?" Gary looked at Jack. He looked at the Entropy Hand. "Whoa," Gary whistled. "That's some heavy metal you got there, man. You're the guy, aren't you? The one who dropped a skyscraper on the Wolf King."

- My name is Hector, and I am your assistant in the case of the so-called Nectar, and the main activity is piracy of all kinds, a group has been created, each of them has its characteristics, so I hope that you will browse the file I sent you to your e-mail I liked the protocol work here, everything was perfect even a small business, I walked out of my room and opened the map on the phone to find the nearest cafe to take some rest, The cafe was not very far from the hotel, and this is a good thing, so I can take a break from work from time to time, I ordered hot tea and some cake, the café was half full and that made me uncomfortable, I told the waitress - Is the cafe always like this?

Isimud remained alive the whole time. “I don’t understand. Why doesn’t Isimud die?” “Why don’t the names of story tellers like Homer, Shakespeare or Dickens ever die? Because their stories keep them alive. A story inhabited by immortal beings will keep the story teller alive indefinitely.” The vision changed, it moved to the back room of a tavern in Babylon. The tavern was owned by Isimud, no one but him knew of the backroom. He was showing four jaded aristocrats into it, they acted with patronising disdain, but they were expectant, as if some particular entertainment had been promised.

I looked at the ground in disappointment, knowing there weren’t any clear answers. “Except for one,” Petra added. My eyes widened as I looked at her. “One girl who claimed to be one of the remaining survivors of the first captivity.” Sophie placed her hand on mine and tightly squeezed it. Everyone was confused, scared, and frightened with all of these revelations. It scared me more for the things waiting for us in The Yonder. “She said a deal was made.” I felt my heartbeat against my ribcage and my stomach-churning. Lord Victor’s voice echoed inside my head. I felt nauseous.

Code words. Then it clicked. “It’s a redirect,” Lena said suddenly. Both Ruth and Carson looked up. “To what?” Carson asked. Lena stood. “Rafael didn’t believe in firewalls. He believed in fallback vaults. Every time we deployed Echo into a new region, he built one hidden vaults stored in isolated server nodes. The XR7 suffix… that was the name of a fallback node in Almaty, Kazakhstan.” “Wait,” Ruth said. “You’re saying this is a location tag?”

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).

she instructed Mira. “It’s rooted in a shadow server in Dubai,” Mira replied. “Encrypted bounce protocol. Thirty-second intervals.” “Can you isolate it?” “Barely.” Camellia gritted her teeth. “Then do it. We have nine minutes.” Mira’s fingers flew across the console. Suddenly, the screen flashed red. “FAILSAFE ACTIVATED. LEAK IN PROGRESS.” Camellia slammed her fist against the table. “No. No, no, no.”

"Explain please." After the waitress placed a pint in front of Haldir, she took Mory’s glass. Once he took a drink, he set it down then blew out through his mouth in irritation. This wasn’t the kind of activity he was hoping for tonight. "It's kind of hard to explain. This world, it's just like a dream for supernaturals. A very long vacation from their real lives. The Realm is where supernaturals go when they have had enough of this world or if they die here." Mory swallowed down what she truly wanted to ask as her eyes became glassy. Having immortality dangled in front of her like a carrot was the cruelest kind of trick. "Like Heaven?"

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it.

A witch over two millennia old. Surely a creature that ancient, who had walked the earth since before empires rose and fell, would know a way to fix me. Finding her, however, had been a nightmare. Melissa Morange was a phantom. There were no records of her in the Association’s archives. But rumors were a powerful currency, and I’d bought enough of them to learn she was a frequent visitor of Club Eternal. As the name suggested, it was a playground for the immortals. Humans were allowed in, of course, but only as cattle, prey to be seduced, fed upon, and discarded.