Nier: Automata Command Novels & Stories

A pneumatic hiss erupted from its right forearm as a three-foot serrated blade snapped out from its wrist with a brutal, metallic clang. "Intruders identified," the construct droned, its voice vibrating with an unnatural, layered harmonic of dozens of trapped voices. "Clearance level: unauthorized. Directive: terminate and harvest." "Try it, bucket of bolts!" Zeyric yelled. The lead automaton lunged forward with terrifying, unnatural speed, its heavy brass boots denting the metal walkway as it closed the twenty-foot gap in a fraction of a second. The serrated blade came down in a vicious, diagonal cleave aimed straight at Zeyric’s neck.

“Well. Great. You found each other.” Max tugged at the hem of my dress. “Mami, does he live in the robot house?” “There is no robot house.” Rowan glanced slightly toward the mansion. “There are a few automated systems.” Max’s eyes widened. I pointed at Rowan. “Don’t give him vocabulary.” Max had already taken one step forward. “What’s automated?” “Something that can do a job by itself after it’s been told to.” “Like a vacuum?” “Yes.” “Gaby says our robot vacuum is dumb,” Max told me.

she pulls my hand to her mouth and starts licking her pussy juice off my fingers. "We don't even know what commands to use," I argue. "We have to think this through." "I've already been thinking about it." Her eyes dance mischievously as she sucks on the ends of my two fingers and glances as my throbbing cock. "The transmitter is not a toy." I tell her. I know first hand how much havoc we can wreak if we don't get the commands exactly right. "I know that!" Susan says, dropping my hand and kneeling on the bed beside me. "Trust me, Nick. You can command me first so you can undo it if it goes wrong, okay?"

The one with the needle went right, low and fast. She reached for *command,* the third tool Nyra had scowled over until her throat was raw. Not a scream. Not a plea. A word shaped like an order and threaded with silver. She locked eyes with the one holding the syringe. “Stop,” she said, pushing the syllable hard, sending it lancing down the thin silver‑bright line between their gazes. The command hit—she *felt* it land—but it skidded. Too much adrenaline. There is too much conditioning against Lunaris compulsion. He flinched, muscles jerking—

Sabatine’s ruthless, analytical skill at deception and forensic mimicry. Anton didn’t hesitate. He pulled a keyboard towards him, his mind accessing decades-old blueprints, lines of forgotten code he’d once scrutinized as a young CEO determined to know every bolt in his empire. He began to type, constructing a simple, elegant command sequence: //ROOT_OVERRIDE: CASCADE_ABORT. INITIATE_COLLAPSE_RETURN. VERIFICATION_REQUIRED AT SOURCE NODE ALPHA.

“Because Subject Zero was used to build the first command pattern. If Voss designed Nia from that pattern, then Nia may answer to what remains of her.” The rain seemed louder. Daniel swore softly. I stood slowly. “Keep Anya under guard. No interrogation until I return.” Daniel stood too. “You are not going to the ridge tonight.” I looked at him. He looked back, grim and immovable. “Scarlett, if that body reacts to command tissue and Nia may be affected, we need preparation. Not just courage.” That was annoyingly reasonable. I hated when people used my own principles against me. “Fine,” I said. “At dawn.”

She smiles at me, her face taking in a dreamy expression. “Alpha? I’m in position and ready.” Nate’s voice enters my mind as I grant him access through the pack link. “Launch attack.” I command through the link. Evelyn giving the same order to her warriors.

“Think about when Neeri becomes you, that’s much easier isn’t it? Because Neeri gives way and you step forward. This is the same but in reverse.” “Gaz,” She cried, reaching for him. She wasn’t used to the shift, having only done it a couple of times. Lillah loved Neeri and wanted to be good to her but she didn’t want it to hurt anymore. “Lillah, move aside,” Gaz ordered using his Beta voice, Neeri, let Lillah move out of your way He knew Lillah would need to learn to do it on her own, without the command but there would be time and she was probably still tired which wouldn’t help. Plus, they had tried when Neeri was already too desperate to get out.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.