Romans & histoires Nemo Ex Machina

"We can't stay long." They reached the Central Chamber. It was a cathedral of technology. In the center, suspended over a pit of bubbling lava for cooling, was the machine. DEUS EX MACHINA. It was a humanoid robot frame, twenty feet tall, made of liquid metal. It pulsed with purple Element energy. And connected to the robot’s head by a thick bundle of fiber-optic cables was a glass isolation pod. Inside the pod sat Cassandra. Her eyes were taped open, forced to stare at a flashing screen. She was screaming silently, her body convulsing as her mind was ripped apart and uploaded into the machine.

CHAPTER 61: Lesser of two devils The security room was dim, the air faintly buzzing with the hum of machinery. Rows of monitors bathed the space in a cold blue glow. Nico sat stiffly in his chair, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the screens. His jaw was locked, his expression unyielding. He hadn’t moved in what felt like hours, except to adjust the playback controls with practiced precision. His jaw was rigid, his expression sharper than usual, carrying the weight of Nero’s words from earlier. It had not stopped ringing in his head. The boss’s disappointment cut deeper than any blade, and Nico wasn’t about to let that stand.

Nearly two thousand members rely on us to ensure that our kind is safe, and without the bond that we share, that simply wouldn’t be possible. “Fifteen seconds sir,” a female voice comes through the line. ‘Sure you don’t want to back out,’ Nero challenges, but he knows better. I’d rather be shot through the gut by a forty-five mm bullet than accept defeat. ‘You sound scared.’ ‘You seem to have forgotten who I am,’ Nero pushes to the forefront of my mind, sharing my consciousness. The robots begin moving, and we dash towards the simulated forest. A bullet whizzes by my face, smashing into a tree with a loud, splintering sound.

The string blinked on my HUD: [X-82 Delta—Nemera: Terminate Loop Command] I locked eyes with the woman in front of me—the illusion, the machine built from my mother’s shadow. And I said the words. “Nemera: Terminate Loop Command.” She froze. Just a second. It was enough. I surged forward and drove a blade—Damian’s—into the hollow beneath her ribs. There was a scream—one that sounded almost human. Her eyes flickered. Her body sparked. And then—she whispered: “He’s still alive.” “What?” I gasped. “The real one. Your father. They lied to you.” Then she exploded. Not in fire—but light. Her body disintegrated, digitized like corrupted data.

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° The courthouse faded behind the cab’s mirror, its marble columns shrinking into the distance. Nevena leaned her head against the window, the glass warm beneath the early afternoon sun. Mateo’s words still echoed faintly in her head — but her hands clutched tightly around the folder, as if it alone could anchor her.

Vrethie said, reading off the watch subtitles. "It was?" Miaka asked, full of wonder but devoid of memories. She had no memory of a set of parents she knew had once existed - in another time and space. For this was not Earth - not really. Everything around them was AI generated from a sleeping state. That sleeper watched them now in silence. His name... EK ... Or Earth Killer. He popped up to say a quick hello. "Can I have my pills?" Miaka asked - almost pleading. Her voice turned from a plea to a whine.

POV RUBY The Maldives faded into a smudge of orange fire against the black horizon. Nevan didn’t look back at the burning villa. He flew the VTOL with a cold, mechanical precision that made my skin crawl. The neural bridge was a jagged mess; every time he banked the craft, I felt the phantom pull in his muscles, the surge of adrenaline that was currently acting as his only fuel.

“And if I have to repeat it again, you’d be waking up tomorrow without your little balls—so answer me in straight words. “Uh. Yeah. I think,” he grumbled, and when I glared, he added, “Provided if you install a chip into their main server, then I can remotely control everything, even from the moon.” I slapped the back of his head. "Ow!” “What about the blueprint layout?” I asked, snatching the laptop from him. “Aurora would be inside the building, and we would need a full-proof extraction plan for that.” “The basement.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat, only so much hideous. “Do you know why the place is so secluded?”

"He is right. No standard De-orbit requires this level of accuracy. It costs millions in fuel just to maintain that precision." Elara felt the cold dread return, heavier than the pressure in her dream. "A steep, destructive angle, combined with surgical precision at a desolate location. That is not decommissioning. That is malicious intent (the deliberate intention to do harm or cause destruction). Thorne wants to ensure nothing—not our research, and perhaps not even us—survives, and he needs to hit a target hidden deep beneath the waves." The Nemo Protocol was not a safety procedure. It was a cover-up. But what was hidden in the remote, deep waters of the Pacific that justified this level o

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.