Nemo Ex Machina Novels & Stories

You will be reborn. He pulled the heavy lever on the console. A violent, agonizing surge of electricity shot through the silver halo directly into Maya's skull. She screamed, her back arching violently against the leather restraints. The world fractured into a blinding, agonizing white light. She felt the machine, invasive and cold, like icy, metallic fingers digging into the deepest, most sacred vaults of her mind, searching for her memories so it could burn them to ash. Maya knew she could not fight the machine with physical strength. She was strapped down and exhausted. She was a software engineer. She had to fight it with code.

He wasn't in control; his mana core had been forcefully overloaded with a synthetic stimulant, driving him into a mindless, violent frenzy. The mech let out a deafening, mechanical roar and charged directly toward the central platform. "Protect the Sovereign!" someone screamed from the stands. Jack froze. For a fraction of a second, the pristine illusion of Neo-Pangaea shattered. The roaring, heavy machinery charging at him triggered a massive, paralyzing flashback to his father’s men kicking down his bedroom door. The Pink High instantly drained from his skin, leaving him pale and terrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe.

But only just. ‘Get to your knees as Didier approaches.’ Kate obeyed, noticing, as she got up, that Elodie had left the bed, left the room. And so had Georges. ‘Where’s Elodie?’ ‘Shut up.’ Nero’s face had disappeared behind the artificial eye and his voice seemed to come from the camera itself. She was a machine. Obeying the commands of another machine. And she was loving it. Now Didier was in front of her. He presented his proud sex for her to worship.

‘We had to make sure you knew. ‘We are not so easy to kill. Hang on, my mate. Don’t leave me,’ Raif croons at Echo. I feel Quirin and Raif wrap themselves mentally around me and Echo, holding on to us and giving us the strength that they can through the mind link.

The glass walls of the Moretti Command Center overlooked the Kingdom of Leonas, a sprawling grid of neon and steel that breathed at my command. But inside my own skull, the rhythm was off. A low-frequency hum vibrated in my marrow—the "Nero" identity, my core instinct, was scratching at the door again. It was becoming harder to keep the machine separate from the man. "Hand over the credentials, Russo," I said, my voice grating like stones on metal. "You’re looking far too eager to attend a high-society funeral for common sense."

Then— Memory returned. Not fragmented. Not incomplete. Perfect. A hospital room. Three babies. Not two. Not four. Three. A woman crying. Emma. Mercer standing nearby. Doctors panicking. Machines failing. And one infant— Silent. Watching. The memory shifted. The baby opened her eyes. And every monitor in the room malfunctioned. Lights burst. Computers crashed. Glass cracked. The nurses screamed. Mercer stared. Fascinated. Terrified. Then Emma heard his voice from the memory.

With only Shane's card working so We had to move quickly, our footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls. The walls tilted with 4D motion movements of their Artificial Intelligence monitor just like EVE, gruelingly Blue and white, the floors moving through a sensory monitor. The place had only a few agents, maximum 30 working on the NX-5's they had trapped there with a few security agents. The screamings of NX-5'S through the doors were infuriating. I knew this entire project had to stop once and for all and Max was a step towards achieving that.

My mother fell to the ground from the shove and could only stare at me in disbelief. The crowd below erupted into even greater fury. "Kill her!” "A heartless ingrate like her deserves to be torn apart!" The execution officer frowned in disgust and shoved me hard toward the Judgment Platform. I crashed hard onto the cold metal platform. Daniel dragged his crippled leg behind him as he made his way toward me, one painful step at a time. "Faith, the Memory Extraction System is still a prototype."

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

A small comfort in this strange new world. I looked back at the flower bed, a fresh wave of confusion washing over me. Had they been mourning me? A vivid memory flashed: me hanging from the ceiling, people desperately trying to save me. "Curtis! I hate you! I want Faolan!" I screamed in the memory, my voice filled with rage as I struck him.