Inteligente Novels & Stories

"Welcome to the Hell, My Sister-in-Law." NOTE : Sapiosexual is a person's orientation that makes intelligence a major factor in sexual attraction. People with this orientation not only like to see someone who is considered smart, but also make it a source of passion. See you bye 👋 Love all ❤️

Timtim sat cross-legged on the study floor, laptop balanced precariously on her knees, her brows furrowed in concentration as she scrolled through the online class lecture slides. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the laptop and the occasional rustle of pages from the notebook beside her. She bit the tip of her pen in frustration, blinking rapidly as a particularly tricky equation refused to make sense.

The man didn’t deny it. “We refined one.” Lewis’s jaw tightened. “How many people?” The man’s smile thinned. “Millions.” The word echoed. “This isn’t legal.” The man chuckled softly. “It’s invisible.” Lewis’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Shut it down.” The man’s expression changed slightly. “You can’t.” “I own it.” “You own the shell. The intelligence is autonomous.” Lewis’s pulse shifted. “Autonomous?” “Yes. Self-learning. Self-expanding.” Artificial intelligence.

After that, he started his own and returned to the business. “Well said. He was a good man,” Belkov, the man sitting next to Zion, interjected. Belkov was a bulky Italian with more muscle than he knew what to do with. He looked as dangerous as he was, with scars and tattoos covering most of his skin. At this point, I was the only one who looked out of place here. But I liked my odds. “He was,” I replied with a fake smile. “Shall we discuss business already? I don’t have all day,” Zion snapped, abandoning any pretense of politeness.

I inquired Finn smirked, "Because you're beautiful and I liked watching you talk to people. I was trying to figure you out. After you told me off for getting between you and Leo, I was even more intrigued." he answered. "And what's your verdict?" I asked "Still working on some of it. I don't think that I'll ever have you all figured out but so far I know that you're kind, brave, strong, smart and sweet." he replied and I blushed

"I'm not stupid at all. You're the stupid one. I'm not even talking to you. Why are you saying you have to deal with me? We're not in any company to deal with each other. You're just a big, dangerous man with no intelligence. Learn from me; I'm intelligent. Even if I'm younger, my mind thinks correctly." "I think you're intelligent, but only from the bottom. You can be at the top in intelligence from the bottom. So keep your intelligence to yourself. I don't need it.”

That he was missing the point but he can't figure it out, he was getting too worked up with his emotions that he can't think straight. Why was this happening now? he asked himself and got a response immediately. "You can't see more than this if you keep your emotions ruining you" his wolf said. The only thing that made Kelvin moe smarter than most of his mates in the pack was his wolf. He was born with the most crazy wolf who has the most greatest intelligence. Many people do not believe that he has great intelligence in his world but most of the people in his pack knew that and that was why they find it difficult to defeat him.

"Power on, Unit 1314," Dad said. As he gave the command, his tone wavered with hesitation. He wasn't entirely sure why he was saying it. He was just repeating what Bruce Harrison, the director of Elite Smart Academy, had told him to say. My eyes lit up instantly, like a screen on standby finally receiving a signal. I rose from my chair. My arms hung naturally at my sides, and my spine was perfectly straight. "System booted. Please state your command," I said mechanically.

I already dislike where this is going. “It can nudge physiology through synchronization,” I say. “Limited evidence,” Aidan replies. “Enough evidence.” Matteo steps back. “No more evidence.” The point dims but remains attentive. I think through implications rapidly. An intelligence that responds to emotional truth, tracks cognitive orientation, and can mirror biological rhythms to influence state. This is no longer abstract interaction. This is interface. “It may be building bridges through systems we already trust,” Aidan says quietly. “Thought. Emotion. Body.”

With a quick camera check, I pulled out my tools and started manipulating the lock's mechanism. With a technique so strong and smoothly efficient, I was able to bypass the lock, without triggering the alarm. A click responded. I stepped back from the electronic lock, satisfaction surging through my loins.