Neteyam Novels & Stories

"Hey, do you have a CCTV camera outside in the restaurant?" "Yes, but it's not connected with the computer in here to view the live feed." "No worries," he assured him. "As long as the computer can be connected to the internet, I can make a connection for a live feed." The computer Dani pointed Ricardo to looked like it belonged in the early century of the digital age, but the latter looked ready to make it work and with a few keystrokes, the homepage to what Megan realised was Os Buscadores's server on the dark web popped up on the screen.

LEMON LEMON was an overlay network that managed the entry and exit node of the user such that it bypassed the known INTERNET satellite. Heavily funded by his own organization, LEMON or Local Encrypted Machine Overlay Network was used as a gateway to the underworld of anonymity. Six years ago, in an effort to fight against corruption, the earthlings led congress charged the best scientists of Annicet land to write a super algorithm. The plan was simple. The six database servers of criminal records, social media accounts and the heritage records were to be tallied with the caste-counter to generate a prediction. A probability of a person being corrupt. And that person became a marked man. Ever

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

)NET Located at the lower center of his vision, there was a blinking icon of a white envelope or also known as the Mail icon. Yman's brows slightly furrowed seeing this. He did not expect to receive a mail. He summoned the cursor by summoning a little bit of mana at his fingertip and pointed it to the blinking icon of mail. Then, it directly brought him to the Mail section of his Cyber Screen. He stared at the sender's name. |Anonymous?| Yman asked in his mind. Sistela asked him too. Which he answered with a big: "No."

Scott asked softly after a brief pause. "You had the chance to kill Nemesis and you let him live" Liam professed. The Mage put his hand on his head in shock. "What?!" Scott sounded surprised. "How did he know about that? It happened within these walls" he asked in amazement. "Alpha Nolan is the all knowing. Do you think you are his only eyes and ears in here. Nemesis was his greatest enemy, he gave you his life on a plate and you misused the opportunity" Liam conveyed his anger with the voice he used.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

I take control of my wish for the future. I press my fingertips to his temples. And I dive into his mind. Deeper, deeper, I dive into the dark. I battle past the screams, the twisted memories. I vanquish the many faces of Cyrillius. I gather Neron as I plummet toward that dark center. I pull back my fist as I see it ahead. And I swing as we connect. The entire world around me explodes at the connection, and my vision flickers white, then blue, then black.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

I chose to ignore the bad feeling in my stomach and look back at Alex, she still seems to be stressed, so I know there’s more information to come. “Alex...” she gazes up at me and waits “What else was there?” The whole time Ash has been silent, I wonder what is going through his mind but Alex answers before I can ask. “When I reached the bottom of the page, there was a small picture that said enlarge and when I enlarged it, the picture didn’t come up straight away, but same dreadful words come up instead. ‘I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING. IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK MA VISTA’S. Then it flickered and more words came up. YOU MAY THINK YOU CAN WIN THIS WAR, BUT YOU ARE POORLY MIS

GrayHill wouldn’t even need to buy them. They’d hand it over just to survive the fallout. But I’m not in this for revenge. I’m in it for the asset. And NeuraAI beneath all its sanctimony, had something I wanted—one of the most advanced neural-mapping datasets in the world, coded into their prototype empathy engine, ‘Neuronet-6’. A tool capable of predicting human emotion before a subject was even aware of it themselves. In the wrong hands, it was manipulation. In mine? It was evolution.