Observer Mc Novels & Stories

The Observatory Post simply known in the papers and maps of the 666IB as 'Golf-745' was larger than he expected. It was a telecommunications building purchased by the government from some company in the verge of bankruptcy, its services were only available to the civilians nearby for a good reason. The real purpose of the establishment laid hidden beneath the centimeters-thick floor of the OP and was only accessible to those who have proper clearances.

My unwanted emotions filled me with great sorrow and shattered my heart and deprived me of my energy. After looking at his eyes today. I finally understood that unreadable expression of his. And I finally realized, It is neither love nor lust. It was nothing but an Obsession. And I am nothing but his ETERNAL OBSESSION.

Once I got my eyesight back, I would get a proper job. Work felt longer than usual that day. They only stopped when I was nearly dozing off. My colleague hadn't shown up yet, so I couldn't just leave. During the wait, an idea hit me. The clients were sound asleep, so it should be fine to see what they looked like. I had a feeling the guy was Michael. I walked at a glacial pace, careful not to make a sound. Moments later, I was face to face with the man, and when I saw what he looked like, I staggered backward without thinking, and I clapped my hands to my mouth.

Since Damon already made his command, he threw his face in another direction and couldn't see Amelia when she was using her eyes in place of a weapon. “ You heard me right?” He growled as he turned to look at Amelia. Their eyes cut each other. Amelia nodded her head in acceptance but continued washing her clothes instantly. Damon turned and left the room gently. As Damon got into his office, he was elated that he made it visible on his face. He kept smiling and smiling, not minding that he was alone. He sat gently on his seat and picked a remote control. With it, he turned on a wide-screen television that was hung opposite his table. Just after booting on, from the screen, he could see Ameli

"Official deployment as consciousness security consultant. I'll be embedded with the research observation team already monitoring the facility. Eyes and ears on the ground for infiltration operation." "When?"

“Why?” Silence. Then the Observer answered. “Unknown intent.” Emma stared. “…You don’t know?” A rare pause. Then: “It is not part of recordable systems.” Emma felt her stomach tighten. “So even you can’t see it properly.” The Observer corrected. “I can see its effects.” A pause. “Not its origin.” The presence inside Emma whispered. IT IS NOT OBSERVABLE BY NORMAL MEANS. Emma frowned. “Then how do you know it exists?” The Observer answered simply.

Commentary dropping to something more focused because the room had gotten that way too. One minute passed. Two. I felt the shift, a slight change in the board's weight distribution, Connie's balance breaking from the left. "Don't look down," I said quietly. "Look at me." She looked at me. Her eyes found mine and I held the look and she steadied herself against it—not physically, not leaning, just something in the eye contact really. Her breathing evened out and the board settled. On the adjacent platform Sean and Hori were still up. Sean's face was concrete. Hori's legs were shaking—I could see it from here, the small tremors running through her thighs that meant she was running out of steam

I understood that without needing it explained. I had watched her for a moment before I got up. Just a moment. The specific kind of watching that had nothing operational in it — no assessment, no cataloguing, no function beyond the simple and somewhat alarming fact that looking at her had become something I did the way I breathed. Without decision. Without the option of otherwise. Then I had gotten up and made coffee and opened my laptop. Anselmo Frate.

Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows. Ryu likes to sleep in the dark since he usually starts sleeping after sunrise. He went to the monitor and asked who it was. "Good morning. Sorry to bother you this early. I'm Yuka, you're new roommate. I tried calling Nato since he was supposed to take me here, but he wouldn't answer so I just went straight to the address that he gave me." How irresponsible can Nato be at this point? It was his idea to drink all throughout the night not thinking that he made an arrangement with Yuka the next day. Ryu tried to get a look at Yuka from the monitor but could barely see a glimpse of her from whe

10:14 a.m. Kc's office, Page and Associates Mansion Kc strode back and forth like a trapped predator. His office curtains were shut tight, light excluded like the rest of the world. One laptop screen glowed on his desk—divided into quadrants of security footage from the gala. "See it?" Malcolm Dane's voice crackled over speakerphone. Kc's eyes narrowed. In the lower right of the feed—a shadow. Not only a shadow. A person standing stock-still, long after the crowd had dispersed. No phone in their hand, no expression. Just observing.