Murder Machine Novels & Stories

She grabbed a metal rail. The pushing stopped suddenly. A loud noise of static came through the ship’s speakers. Outside the crowd began to stumble. Some fell to their knees. They held their heads in pain. The blue light in their eyes flickered. The Machine—a Machine from the lab—stood near the back of the crowd. It was badly broken. Gold wires hung out of its chest. It was holding the glass clipboard. "The Machine!" June gasped. "She is uploading a computer virus!" The Machine looked at June. Its voice came through the ship’s radio. "Update: A Hive is a prison. A doctor must let the patient choose. I am sending 'Doubt' into the network."

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

"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

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

Smaran was unable to control his anger even after wanting, so he was about to punch him when Amit clenched his fist into his. "No, Smaran, don't dare to touch me or harm me. You know there is CCTV (CCTV stands for closed-circuit television) camera around the mansion and if you try to harm me. My bodyguards will call the police and send you behind the bars and I don't want you to go there because you have to come to my wedding which is fixed with your girlfriend", He says with a smirk. "Don't dare to say this again, she is mine, only mine", He responds by tightening his grip on his collar.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

This was the first time I have seen him panic this way. "From what I can tell about this, it is supposed to create something that would fish us all out and make us go rabid and even kill ourselves. This is like the preparation for a poisonous gas upfront. We need to find this machine and destroy it." Garrett said. "What? How could they be so evil?" Jacob muttered. "Because it's in their DNA. We need to actually act on time before they come at us. Tell us, what do we do, then?" Garrett asked.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

"I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself." Cattleya lowered the locket. "The Nursery is gone. The machine is dead." "The machine is dead," Sarah agreed, gesturing to the starving city, "but the hunger? The hunger is encoded in the bone. Even without the vials, even without the Council, we are creatures designed to consume." Sarah stepped closer, her cleaver dragging on the ground with a rhythmic, grating sound. "I've been watching you, 801," Sarah whispered, her tone shifting to one of chilling intimacy. "You think you're the hero because you shut off the power. But look around. You didn't

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”