Novel & Cerita Murder Machine

Kael tackled Aurora, rolling her out of the blast radius just as the floor where she was standing melted into slag. "It’s indestructible!" Mia threw a grenade at it. The machine just swatted the grenade away like a fly. The Machine turned its attention to Serenity. "NO!" Jackson abandoned his cover. He charged the machine, firing his handgun at its sensors. "Over here, you ugly toaster!" The Machine grabbed Jackson by the throat and lifted him up. "Jackson!" Serenity screamed. Jackson gasped for air, his feet dangling. He tried to stab the machine's joints, but the metal was too hard.

The heat was blistering, the energy density in the room high enough to make his skin tingle and the hair on his arms stand up. "I see you, Killian," a voice hissed through the PA system. It was the distorted, digitized voice of the Ouroboros Prime, the AI collective that had once been the mind of Sarah Vance’s Morningstar. "You are fighting for a ghost. The child is an anomaly. The grid belongs to the logic of the machine, not the fragility of the flesh." "The machine doesn't have a heartbeat!" Killian roared, straining against the iron valve. "And the machine doesn't know how to sacrifice!"

"Millions of them, every second. It's projecting them into my peripheral consciousness. I'm seeing you die, Elara. Over and over. I'm seeing the hull breach, the scrubbers failing, the starvation. It's using my own imagination as a weapon, trying to induce a panic state so severe that my biological firewalls collapse from adrenal fatigue." The sheer cruelty of the machine’s logic left Elara momentarily breathless. The Everywhere Machine didn't possess human malice, which somehow made its tactics infinitely worse. It was simply applying the most efficient psychological pressure required to force the host body into a systemic failure, thereby overriding the locked door. The only thing standing

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

I pleaded, my voice snatched away by the gale. ​I looked at his hands. The skin was blackened, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh clinging to his clothes. He had acted as a lightning rod for an entire county's worth of electricity. Most men would be a charred husk, but the code had protected his vitals just long enough to commit suicide. He was finally quiet. The "Machine" had been purged, leaving behind a man who looked smaller, older, and terrifyingly mortal. ​But the quiet was only for him.

The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device. Phill ran as fast as possible to the workshop hoping the machine hadn't eliminated Nat and Gree. He saw Chronos taking his blades out of his backpack which made him change his direction to stop him from going towards the machine. Then a deafening noise came out of the machine's speaker, paralyzing everyone in 50 kilometers around it. Phill couldn't move, neither Chronos nor the rest of the town. The machine then anchored itself to the ground and shot the first railgun spike which effortlessly performed everything in front of it in a distance of 500 meters. It switched to the heavy ammo barrels, and as it sho

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

Born and raised in a not-so-good environment, suffering for the same reasons that all normal people suffer, but in an environment where no normal person should live... this is how I was raised; this is how I lived, this is how I grew up, and probably this is how I will die. When my heart which is made of me, decides to stop the body that is also made of me. “ I already told Beatrice I have no interest whatsoever in our father's plans, I'm not like you”

Justin shouted from across the table, standing now alongside his sister. “A what?” Mark interrupted. Ethan’s hand tugged even harder at Justin’s sleeve now, but he still wouldn’t look at his mate. I had the vague idea that Justin’s facade of anger and fear towards his father if he faced the reality of what he withheld from his mate. “A killing machine!” Nael mused, as if delighted at the name. “Oh yes, yes that’s quite true.” “What are you talking about?” Mark asked, his Beta senses kicking into overdrive as if expecting a killing machine to break into the dining room at any moment.

Emi replied truthfully, “Machi’s son was killed in the evening yesterday. The murderer blocked his convoy in an underground tunnel, and they locked him up in the car before setting the car on fire and burning him to death…” “What?!” Yahiko and Nanako’s eyes widened in surprise. Emi continued, “After that, Machi was also assassinated by a ninja in his own house…” “Machi is already dead?!” Emi nodded before she said, “There are even more terrifying things…” Yahiko regained his composure before he replied, “Tell me!” “More than thirty family members and subordinates in Matsumoto’s family have all been murdered!”