Nemo Ex Machina Novels & Stories

Draekon asked, his forehead creasing in confusion. "It's a long story." Zeno replied. "But all I can say is that Aunt Nebula never left you, Vaelora. She was forced to." **************** Some minutes later, the sentinels announced Alpha Noir's presence. "Let him in." Draekon responded. "Father." He gave a small bow after his father walked in. Alpha Noir looked around the room, surprised to have also seen Zeno there. "Zeno!" He called fondly. "I had no idea you were around."

like it was just another project brief. Budget calculators. Morning workout videos with smiling women. A forum thread titled *‘How to tell your ex he’s not the father if he’s already someone else’s boyfriend.’* I shut the laptop. Stared at the ceiling. Listened to my heartbeat thudding like a metronome out of sync. The shredded appointment slip still poked out of my coat pocket. I left it there. Like a reminder. Like a wound.

“This has everything.” I stared at it like it was a grenade. “Jake, what else do you have on him?” He gave me a slow, calculated smile—but it didn’t reach his eyes. “More than he even knows. One thing you should know is… Jason’s got a lot of dirty secrets. Skeletons in every closet. This—” he nodded toward the flash drive—“is only scratching the surface.” A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “So… this is just the beginning?”

The only reason I came here, was to get some partners to invest in my new business idea, which was Robotics Technology, And also I heard that Frank Don will be here, the CEO of Don Robotics Technology company. I was here to see if I could convince him to partner with my company because if he does, it a great deal, Don Robotics Technology Company is the largest and best, artificial intelligence technology company in the world. I stood by the balcony thinking of how to convince him, when my secretary, Mara, walked in. “Sir, Miss Diana is looking for you.” She said, which spoiled my mood. I have been trying to get rid of her for the past five years, but she kept on pestering me.

The moment we stepped outside, the air felt colder. My phone buzzed as soon as I got into his car. A text from Ava. I stared at the screen for a second before unlocking it. A Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 okayyyy Mr Billionaire. I almost laughed. Lol. Quit texting me before Evelyn calls you out. Her reply came almost instantly. I’m going home in style haha. By the way… what was that look between you and Mr Fake husband? Is he even fake anymore? I chucked on seeing this.

My nose was a steady drip of dark blood onto my robes. Neoma stood ten feet away. She was a statue of horror. She watched Viggo’s skin turn a necrotic grey in the machine's grasp. She was paralyzed by the hostages. I crawled to her. My knees were raw from the grit. I grabbed the hem of her mechanic's jumpsuit. "Neoma," I choked out. My throat was a desert. My vocal cords scraped together like sandpaper. She looked down. Her violet eyes were wide, the pupils dilated until the iris was a thin ring of fire. "Guller? Can you stabilize them? Can you block the feedback?"

--- After a long flight, they woke up to the plane arriving in Tokyo, Japan. Tokyo engulfed them in a whirlwind of neon lights and strange sounds. It was an overwhelming emotion that felt both alien and strangely comforting. Yamato was patiently waiting for them at the airport, his presence commanding and calm in his all-black and a baseball cap on his head. “You’re safe now,” he assured them, his thick accent wrapping around the words like silk. “We will keep you hidden.” “Thank you,” Finn replied, relief washing over him like a cool breeze. “I don’t know what we would’ve done without you.”

​The boardroom of the Cerebrum flickered, the mahogany table and glass walls of Neo-Tokyo stuttering like a dying film. Beneath the digital veneer, the Weaver’s true heart pulsed—a massive, translucent pillar of bio-gel that smelled of ancient sea-salt and cold ozone. ​"The nanites," Nora gasped, her knees buckling. The shifting obsidian armor on her skin began to turn grey, losing its luster as Liam’s shadow reclaimed the command codes. "Papa, he’s... he’s pulling them back."

Imani stood and came to me and hugged me, and I held her back and felt, for just a moment, like the person she thought I was. "She came back to us," I said against her shoulder. "She came back." Imani pulled away and looked at me with wet eyes. "She doesn't remember, Ingrid. What happened to her — she can't recall any of it." I kept my face exactly where it needed to be. Concerned and confused. The right kind of worried. "What do you mean? Like memory loss?" "No, Malcolm said it's not like that. It's the trauma. Her brain is protecting itself — the memories will come back in pieces over time." She glanced at Yara. "He said we shouldn't push her."

“Nomo... look at your tablet. I’m patching the feed through to you.” Nomo pulled a small, glass-paned device from his tactical vest. The screen flickered to life, showing a grainy, black-and-white view of the warehouse interior. In the center of the bay sat a row of glass cylinders, each one filled with a viscous, dark fluid. But it wasn't the fluid that made Nomo’s blood turn to ice. It was what was suspended inside the glass. “What am I looking at, kid?” Nomo whispered, his eyes widening as he zoomed in on the image.