Nano Machine (end) Novels & Stories

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

By exposing his crimes, she had made his stock toxic to everyone except the one person who already held the cure. "Execute the 'White Knight' protocol," Camelia commanded. "We aren't launching a hostile takeover. We are offering a 'Restoration Merger.' We buy Neo-Nexus’s infrastructure at ninety cents on the dollar, but we assume all their environmental and legal liabilities. The regulators will sign off on it within the hour just to stop the bleeding." "It’s done," an analyst called out. "The Japanese Ministry of Finance has approved the emergency transfer. Nona Thorne... as of this second, C-Nova controls sixty-five percent of the global energy distribution network."

“No, Nomo... stay with me.” A final burst of data hit the screen. It was a single, low-resolution image sent from Nomo’s tablet in the seconds before it went dark. It showed Nomo standing in the center of the bay, surrounded by white-eyed monsters, and behind them, a large, ornate door marked with the Quispe family crest.

"For the final act." "What final act?" Kane checked my father's watch. "The one where you sign over everything you've ever built." "And if I refuse?" "Then I sell your location to some very angry Russians." He pocketed the phone. "But first, I want to show you something special." Kane walked to a wall panel I hadn't noticed. When he pressed his hand to it, the panel slid aside, revealing another room, another server array. But this one was different—newer, more advanced, and humming with quantum processors that shouldn't have existed yet.

I imagined he was a full time Alpha or gym owner or something. "This isn't just technology, it’s an ultra electromagnetic powered nano chip." He answers pointing to the tiny thing. A what? "What does it do?." I ask leaning closer to see the nano chip. It was the smallest thing I have ever seen. I was very close to touching it, the chip turned on a small blue light. I hold my gasp as his eyebrows furrow. Oh no, did I break it? "It’s an undetectable tracking device." My eyes grew. I had a million questions, most important being - was this to be used on us 'survivors' or the Black Lotus?

CHAPTER 8 FIVE YEARS LATER (Present time) "You know if you keep bugging father about going to the warehouse with me or any of the guys, he will hasten his process on finding you a husband." My older brother Dante stated as he continued working on his laptop, his chair swirling left and right. The warehouse isn't working on exactly a warehouse it's just code for like a huge basement that isn't actually underground. "You know about that?" I scrunched up my nose.

He slammed the leather folder down in front of me, his voice a frantic, high-pitched squeak of pure, unadulterated submission. "The pharmaceutical shell companies, Veronica," Collins choked out, his eyes wide and haunted as he practically begged through the glass barrier. "The secondary routing protocols. The full execution keys for the Cayman transit structures. It’s all in there. Every single byte of my remaining five percent margin has been signed over to the Funnel's End node. It's yours. All of it. Just manual-override the Zurich authentication pass. Please. The port compliance servers are three minutes away from a federal trigger."

The lake was a mirror of hammered silver, perfectly still. He pulled the thumb drive from his pocket. This small piece of plastic and silicon was the "Black Swan"—the key to Leonard’s decentralized empire. It contained the access codes to a network of accounts, properties, and shell companies that spanned the globe. With this, Dante could rebuild everything. He could be the new naga. He could build a menara that reached the sun. He looked at the glass eye in the velvet box. It stared back at him, an unblinking witness to his choice.

The corporate drones drifted down like falling leaves and their automated processing units completely silenced by the primary initialization pulse. The valley fell into an absolute, breathless silence. In the center of the old olive mill, standing upon a bed of crushed granite and dark soil, was a small, brilliant pool of amber-tinted water that didn't reflect the sky; it reflected the exact genetic coding of the Legacy Bank. The escrow node was fully awake and it was waiting for the final validation signature. Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she looked down at her children. The twins had stopped sleeping; their eyes were wide, clear and glowin

"Someone clearly knows what he's doing. Alot of this gear is as sophisticated as our own equipment. Miniature microphones, photoelectric recharging cells, high-captivity RAM chips. He's even got some of those new nano drives." Suslowicz was impressed. "Here's a complete system," the agent said, handing Suslowicz an assembly not much larger than a pocket calculator. Dangling of the contraption was a foot-long wire with a stamp-sized piece of water-thin foil stuck on the end. "The base is a high-capacity hard disk audio recording system with rechargeable battery. That strip of foil at the end of the wire is a combination microphone and photoelectric recharging cell."