Nano Machine Prequel Novels & Stories

“Nacro Industries is the fastest-rising business this year. They've got tons of investors and their designs are everywhere.” “You’re suspicious, aren’t you?” John asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Something about it feels off.” Just then, I spotted Solomon near the edge of the mansion grounds, pacing back and forth while speaking into his phone. “And I want to know about him too,” I added, nodding in Solomon’s direction. “What’s his connection to Mimi? I overheard him… he said something about a mate.” John paused for a moment before answering. “Yes. She’s his mate and not only that, I think there's more to it,"

Elijah put his foot down, sand flying, Lena slumping in the back. The safehouse appeared, concrete block fortress in the dunes, the door slamming shut behind us. Lena gasped, holding her chest, her voice rasped. “The Codex can rewrite DNA.” My blood ran cold, Victor’s nanotechnology not only influencing minds, but manipulating mankind, with my very DNA as its blueprint. Elijah’s eyes gripped mine, his amber eyes glowing, his grip on my hand firm. “We’ll destroy it,” he vowed.

The birth of Nova was a "Resonance-Event" felt across the planet, but for the "Standard-Consortium," it was a "Target-Acquisition." Hidden in a reinforced bunker beneath the Swiss Alps, the last remnants of the old corporate world watched the "Indigo-Pulse" on their monitors. They didn't see a child; they saw a "Biological-Rosetta-Stone." They believed that if they could "Map" Nova’s unique "Neural-Lattice," they could find the "Master-Key" to override the "Natural-Sombra" and reclaim their "Economic-Dominance."

"So what if she did? This is our turf. What's she going to do about it?" I stood in the shadows, the glass in my hand ice-cold. They didn't just want my room. No, they wanted to bleed me dry like a human cash cow, and sell me off to a cripple after they'd sucked out every last drop. I pulled out my phone and opened the voice recording app. "Oh, and honey, when we go to the mall tomorrow, I want that gold bracelet. You know, the one that costs 20 thousand dollars? Make Arlene pay for it."

It wasn't an invitation to talk; it was a "System Format." Out of the obsidian vessel stepped the Precursors. They were taller than any human or Northman, their bodies encased in "Liquid-Mercury" stasis-armor that shifted and flowed like a living mirror. They didn't walk; they glided on a cushion of manipulated gravity, their movements so synchronized they seemed like a single, multi-limbed organism. They ignored the Union’s scouts and the steam-powered fortifications. To them, the settlers were nothing more than a biological mold that had grown over their equipment while they slept.

A fine tremor started in my fingers and climbed to my elbows. "I want to take her to the new housing unit. I want to show her we made it." Nergal laughed. It wasn't a loud laugh. It was a soft, wheezing sound—air escaping a punctured lung. It made the hair on my arms stand up. A cold shiver crawled down my spine. "You think you are taking her?" Nergal shook his head. "Oh, you poor, small creature. Neoma is not a citizen. Neoma is a component. She is currently undergoing integration in the Laboratory Spire."

After all, you are Nash's student. The knots in my stomach faded and only a warm afterglow remained. "Thanks, Allen. I owe you again." Getting to the warehouse was easy. However, getting in was a problem. Sighing in defeat and settling behind some old structure in the distance, I brought out my spy drones. Nash liked to call them capsule bots because of how they literally fit into a capsule. Armed with only a small syringe of poison or tranquillizers, these bots were hardly useful in battle.

The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

She knew he hated being reminded that she was older despite them being twins. Rea turned her gaze to Nico, and the smile on her face faded. Folding her arms across under her chest, she addressed the stoic faced underboss. “And, hello to you too,Nico.” Nico gave her a brief nod without looking in her direction. This action did not go unnoticed by Rea, and it infuriated her. It seemed the robot was still as mechanical as ever. “What are you doing here,Rea?” Nero asked impatiently. “Well the last time I checked, I live here.”