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He reached up to his chest and unclipped a small, silver military ID tag dangling from his neck collar. In sharp, black engraved letters, the steel tag read: SUBJECT ZERO-ONE. "Hello, brother," Subject Zero-One said, his voice deep, smooth, and identical to Noah’s own. "I've been waiting twenty years to take my real place." Before Noah could say a single word, Zero-One reached into his tactical holster and pulled out a sleek, dark grey remote control–a device completely different from Vance's broken tablet. He didn't point it at the clones. He pointed it straight at the motorboat in the water where Sarah, Clara, and the rest of Noah's family were standing.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Marcus crossed his arms. “You’re one to talk.” Zero leaned back slightly. “You tried to destroy a city.” Marcus shrugged. “Business.” Zero’s voice turned colder. “You planted a bomb in a building full of civilians.” Marcus smirked. “Collateral damage.” Sebastian watched the screen. “Why stop it?” Zero looked directly at the camera. “Because this isn’t your game anymore.” Marcus laughed. “You think you’re the hero?” Zero shook his head slowly. “No.” Then he tapped something on his keyboard.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

No one can go through what I've been through and still keep their soul. No one can do what I've done and not lose their goodness. And besides, Zero made it clear he regrets what we shared. What we felt or I felt was wrong, even though it felt good, explosive. It was probably nothing for him, he’ll get his happy ending with Falon, she’s his girl. Not a filthy beggar like me who's sponging off the club, and getting charity off the people in the house whilst training to be one of them. Not me, I’m the homeless girl and I mustn't forget that.

of an Italian cliffside where my father had first realized that a record was only as good as its physical anchor. ​"We need to go back, Aara," Damian said, his eyes reflecting the silver-blue light of the Moon, where he had so recently stood. "The Vermont Zero Point is the 'Ground,' but Ravello is the Origin. If we’re going to build a world that doesn't repeat the mistakes of the Thorne Vane era, we have to see what the 'Reboot' did to the beginning." ​We didn't use the VTOL for the final leg. We used the "Resonance-Rail" a series of magnetic tracks that had been "Ink-Stabilized" during the final hour of the Night.

If he wants to see the glitch in his perfect world, I will show him exactly how much it's going to cost him to fix it. Valerius raises the watch, and in the reflection of the glass, I see it—a countdown, glowing in red pixels that shouldn't exist in a stable system. Protocol Zero. He mouths a single word, silent beneath the hum of the dying machines. *Begin.*

“Everything is monitored. Everything is compromised. This message is risky, but time is no longer something we have.” She leaned closer to the camera, like she was speaking only to me. “I am not Jon Tulip. I was never his prisoner, and I was never his weapon. I was his proof of concept. His first success. His greatest mistake.” I felt the silver veins under my skin pulse in response, slow and heavy, like a second heartbeat. “I want to meet you in neutral territory,” Subject Zero said. “No soldiers. No operatives. No handlers. Just us. I will explain your bloodline. Your abilities. And what Jon was really trying to create.”

Dina: Always works (^_~) "In the end zero, they're still kids, just study their traits and find their weakness and you've got them. Unless you meet the ones that are true devils, those, after death, FEAR THEM." Zero: I don't really get why little-shaped humans are dangerous, but sure.

Nyosi stood in the center of the room, her hands clasped neatly behind her back, as Asset Null slowly advanced toward the broken bookshelf. "You broke my leashes tonight, Baraka," Nyosi said, her voice dropping to a cold, final whisper. "But you forgot the golden rule of the military-industrial complex. We always have a bigger gun." Asset Null raised his pale, bone-white hands, the pitch-black voids of his eyes locking onto Patient Zero in the dark. For the first time since the war began, Baraka had no adaptations left to save him.