Lobotomy Corp Novels & Stories

Liam. “She was trying to tell us something,” I whispered. Mack flipped the canvas. A small flap on the back was taped shut. He peeled it open. Inside—an envelope. My hands shook as I opened it. A USB. And a notebook. Aliana’s initials on the front. I opened the notebook. Handwritten notes. Dates. Account numbers. Scrawled lines mentioning Project Slate, Rehab cover-ups, and a name I didn’t recognize: Dr. Kalvin Ruiz. “She found something,” I breathed. “Inside SableCorp. Liam was using medical contracts to launder money. Patients died. And he profited.”

The basement of the old Detroit high school had been transformed from a lab into a "Bio-Mechanical Cathedral." Juna’s "Lobotomized Vines"—those sickly, pale lavender tendrils stripped of their neural-inhibitors—had grown into a massive, pulsing engine that occupied the entire lower floor. Without the Sombra-Net to give them "Purpose," they had become a raw, biological resource: a "Living-Clay" that could be molded into any shape, provided one had the right frequency to command them.

Subject line: Lotus Automotive Board Meeting consider this urgently I opened it. Emergency board meeting scheduled for tomorrow. Motion to remove Marcus Lothan as Chairman due to "recent legal controversies and declining investor confidence." The words sat in my chest like a stone. A clean and swift coup strategically timed. While I was standing in a Connecticut safe house dealing with genetic conspiracies and house arrest conditions, someone had been quietly building a case to dismantle everything I'd spent my life constructing. They'd chosen their moment with

CONNECTION: SEVERED USER: UNRESPONSIVE I stare at the screen, my hands perfectly steady on the cold metal of the desk. By uploading the truth, I didn't just expose the crime. I overloaded his brain. I forced thirty-five years of suppressed data through his neural link in sixty seconds. A digital lobotomy. Gabriel looks at me, his face pale in the monitor's glow. "What did you just do?" "I exorcised the ghost." I close the laptop with a snap and stand up. "The SEC has everything now. The ledger. The neural link. The cryo-chamber." "And Hale?"

He grabbed the metal IV pole beside his bed, swinging it with the practiced weight of his old pulse-cane. ​"The 'Lobotomy Protocol' is a breach of contract, Vane!" Kael roared, his voice shaking the reinforced glass of the room. "You wanted a Billionaire story? Then learn the first rule of the market: Never corner a man who has nothing left to lose!" ​Kael slammed the IV pole into the silver-masked Parsley. The "Doctor" didn't bleed; he burst into a cloud of binary dust and cooling fans. He wasn't even a person—he was a localized Server-Avatar.

Though the trial wasn’t specifically designed for those with Huntington’s disease, the disease still caused dementia in its sufferers. But Amber didn’t trust the LEDA corporation. She’d heard and seen things about the shady company during her time in the Cobra Club. Drunk men had loose lips and LEDA had entertained clients and employees alike in their private suites and John Leda's penthouse. People disappearing, stolen patents, unethical research practices. No fucking thank you, Amber wouldn’t even trust those fuckers with a sewer rat let alone a man she loved.

He'd drown in this mess. I roll up my sleeves and start with the oldest files, figuring that’s where the most historical chaos lies. A few minutes later, as I’m sifting through a particularly dusty box labeled "Work History: Aaron Lombardi.," something catches my eye. It’s an old internal memo, dated just a few years before Larry Paulman’s death. While the deceased Larry Paulman was ordered to do something against Aaron’s business—the exact details are redacted, but the memo strongly implies sabotage—one company in particular thrived shortly after. The memo highlights a sudden, significant surge in their stock value and a series of lucrative contracts. That company: Kraftman Group.

He clutched his chest, gasping for air as the agony of the severed mate bond ripped through him. He could no longer hold back a guttural scream as an overwhelming wave of pain consumed him. Watching him break down, a flicker of pity crossed the Rogue's eyes, but he still handed him the healer's log. "This is a report on Luna Elara's mental state over the past month, compiled by the pack healers." "The report indicates that due to the prolonged strain of a tainted mate bond and sustained emotional torment, she developed severe 'Spirit Wolf Decay.' If someone had shown even a little concern back then, even just one timely moment of comfort, she wouldn't have..."