Mimic 4 Novels & Stories

—the place where the Architects played God. ​"To get into the central lab, we need a level-nine biometric handshake," Malakai said, pulling two small, transparent patches from his kit. He pressed one onto his neck and handed the other to me. "These are thermal-mimicry filters. They’ll mask our real signatures, but for the scanners to register a 'Pass,' we have to be synchronized. Heart rate, temperature, proximity. The system is designed to recognize 'The Architect' and his 'Consort' as a single biological unit."

The agony was unbearable, and I blacked out within seconds. Then a cold, mechanical voice sounded in my ears. "Attention. The system has been activated. Your first task is to make Victoria fall for you. The reward for completing this task is a basic energy shield that blocks zombie attacks. Every dollar you spend on Victoria will be returned to you tenfold." I snapped awake in an instant, and the agony of being torn apart was gone. Fate was kind enough to give me a second chance. I quickly checked the time. There were 20 days left until Christmas. I vaguely remembered that in my past life, the outbreak had happened on Christmas Eve.

His voice came out low. Kai nodded again. “They copied voices.” He continued. “Facial expressions too.” Amara felt sick immediately. No. No no no. Victor suddenly looked horrified. “You’re talking about mimic conditioning?” Kai’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” Elliot stared at the monitor. “So somebody recreated her?” He asked. “No.” Kai corrected quietly. “They recreated what Adrian remembers.” Everything paused. Adrian froze completely. Because suddenly, he understood. The voice. The smile. The words.