Mass Effect Fanfiction Synthetic Humanity Novels & Stories

she spoke joyfully. “Yeah I know. I was starting to lose hope and then he showed up. I couldn’t believe it at first. I thought the moon goddess had given up on me” I told her. “But, that isn’t true my baby girl. I told you that sometimes it takes a while” my mother hummed, caressing my head. “He’s human mom. I have a human mate. That has never happened to an Alpha before. Our mate is supposed to be strong” I sighed.

“You were the perfect golden child who viewed all others as far below you, yet now you learned of hierarchies and call lesser beings your friends. You even deem them equals when they are nothing but maggots beneath our feet! Eirian leaned over to watch Dorin struggling on her hold on him. She didn’t notice a certain medic slowly crawling towards them. “And now that you have locked your id in your Phasma core,” she continued, “you have even lost the fun in you.” She frowned at Dorin. “Now I’m thorn between letting you keep that core for you to reach your full potential, or simply shattering it myself to get the old Dorin back.” She gave an annoyed sigh.

"One of the ways to construct the synthetic blood can be obtained from your DNA, my queen. the LIVING DNA. Thus I have to bring the dead cells in you, to come alive. Fast forward, to one of the effects, you'll FEEL again because it'll bring your days when you were once a she-wolf. Does that make sense to you?" I nodded without any opposition. He was a thousand or more percent right. "And what's the connection between I would FEEL with you being my lover?" that was one thing that my logic couldn't accept or it was just a way for him to drain my life juice so he could 'eat' more. "If I'm your lover, then we'll have no boundaries that we can explore any side of life itself, probably getting int

I know", Aurora said softly. The first figure stepped out of a pod. Then another. And another. They moved stiffly, as if the concept of motion itself was unfamiliar. Their eyes glowed faintly some blue, some amber, some an unsettling white. Each one bore fragments of humanity stitched together with something else: reinforced spines, synthetic veins, markings etched beneath translucent skin. Claire backed away slowly. "They're like her". "No", Aurora corrected. "They're like what i was meant to be". Miguel lifted his weapon, hands shaking but steady enough. "How many?"

"It is not voices like the trees. It is... it is wires. Millions of them, all pulsing with the exact same artificial heartbeat." ​"That is the Grid, Leo," Dr. Aris Thorne said, stepping out from the deep shadows of a nearby alleyway to join our formation. She had ditched her high-tech Aegis gear for a grease-stained mechanic jumpsuit, looking every bit the disgraced scientist she had become. "The New Covenant isnt just a simple peace treaty, Elara. It is a literal, physical connection. They are building a massive bio-synthetic network that uses harvested wolf neural pathways to power the new human AI. They are effectively turning your kind into biological batteries to fuel their digital expa

I screamed falling on my knees grabbing his Wolf head, placing it on my lap. At the same time part of the roof fell straight on to the burning lava completely covering it up. The mummies who were left turned back into stone and everything else fell quiet while I sobbed. "Micheal!" I sobbed some more as he turned back into his human forming (with clothes on) coughing out blood. "Why isn't he healing?" Aunt Scarlet asked no one in particular. " I can't heal." Micheal croaked out coughing some more blood and I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly in the heart. I can't lose Micheal I can't lose him! Not when things were finally becoming better between us.

Becca experienced a twinge of guilt. With Alex gone, the pup was now with his father. She found herself alone, her future entirely in her own hands. If the Council ruled in her favor the next day, she could begin a new life with Zane and Klevin Jr. Yet doubts lingered; would Zane's human love remain steadfast? Or would history repeat itself after years of marriage when he might develop feelings for someone else, as had happened before with Elyon? Humans are fickle in love while mates offer far more reliable commitments.

Every muscle in his enormous frame had tightened. His broad back arched instinctively into a defensive posture. His dark-gold slit pupils remained fixed on the naked figure inside the tank. Mutated blood surged through his veins with increasing speed. A dull rushing sound echoed beneath his skin. Above them, a faint electrical hiss drifted from the ventilation system embedded in the ruined ceiling. "She's perfect. Isn't she?" The emotionless synthetic voice descended from every direction. It belonged to her dead father's AI core. The transmission intentionally bypassed Vivienne.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Liam. None of it matters." "Pick it up," Liam commands, stepping over to me, his hands gripping my shoulders with a fierce, desperate urgency. "Aiden, look at me. What did those files say? What did you find in that desk?" "I wasn't built in a clean room, Liam," I sob, the tears finally breaking through, hot and blinding as the grief caves in my chest. "I wasn't a first generation synthetic experiment. I was a child. A real, breathing, human child stolen from a cradle twenty-two years ago."

The original consciousness, transferred through quantum entanglement from organic neural networks to crystalline matrices and back again, improved and refined in the process. The suspension fluid drained away with mechanical precision, revealing the full scope of Michael's transformation. He was taller now, his frame enhanced with synthetic muscle fibers that could generate forces beyond human capability. His eyes held depths that hadn't existed in life—not the windows to a soul, but portals to something vast and calculating that wore his father's face like a comfortable mask.