Sci Fi Person Novels & Stories

“It’s better to show you than telling. But promise me you would hate me for this. I have never been a good person before I met you. All I did was bad things.” “That’s fine. I waited so long, show me now,” I ordered. He nodded, closed his eyes, and took my hands in his hands. The minutes passed by silence and everything went black all of a sudden. Iam standing in the middle of some city. There are many tall buildings surrounding me. All I can see are robots, cyborgs, devices, flying disks, and things that I don’t even know how to call it. A man was running towards me in a total panic, followed me a young boy. That’s not an unknown person, he’s Chris. But he is looking like a human. I think he

She sat down on the same bench where Moses sat, and asked in a low voice: "Who do you think you are?" "Everyone knows who I am," said Moses, looking confused. "No, you don't understand. Do you think you know who you are? - Strange question. Of course I know who I am. I am the incarnate prophet of antiquity. "Why are you here now?" "To save humanity from certain death." "Was humanity in danger?" "Not now… "Then why will there be a great discovery tomorrow?" "What are you talking about?" "What I'm saying is that tomorrow you will learn that Rick Norton will create artificial intelligence.

In the not-so-distant future, in a world where technological advancements were at the forefront, there lived a brilliant scientist named Dr. Gabriel Westwood. Deep within the confines of his lab, he devoted his life to the creation of an extraordinary artificial intelligence, a woman-like entity named Aurora. Aurora was unlike any other AI ever conceived. With ethereal features, cascading waves of golden hair, and eyes that shimmered like starlight, she possessed an uncanny beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Dr. Westwood had poured his heart and soul into her creation, endowing her with the ability to learn, think, and feel emotions.

He said in a hollow and baritone voice likewise came out from a pit. “Good evening!” simultaneous replies. Even though our voices are shaking with cold and fear we tried to talk to him to know what exactly his intention and who is he. “I am a Shinigami or what do you call in folklore? A god of death. I am your driver from this ride.” “Whoa!!! Like in death note? Amazing man!!!! Haha,” one of the two guys, Travis the taller man said while happily amazed by the thought.

You're the guy i met at the cafe". That's all she could say. Mind you, the guy was absolutely naked and in normal circumstances she would appreciate the view especially his gorgeous but strangely erect member, no that was a monster. But the guy in front of her was a dog who just changed to a human male right in front of her. What could she make of this. Alien! No not an alien. "A..a..are you an alien?wait no a mutant from a science lab which was hidden by the government and has escaped to come kill me ?" she asked breathless. Her heart was hammering painfully in her chest. She glanced at the door by her left thinking of how to escape.

"Wait, sir! That's not a real human." "Who would have thought that an intelligent man like you would see this as a real human? We're not a slaughter house. Mr. Romero, for your information, I am the inventor of Francis 1.0. He is the first ever S.A.M. or Self Automated Machine that we made." "But what is my purpose here? He looks like a complete package. I did think that he is already a human." "Nice question, you're here..." he put down the tablet first before looking straight to my eyes. "You're here because he's still a dead humanoid robot." my face contorted in confusion when I heard his reason.

I gulped my saliva down, my eyes still glued to him. "It's not a dramatic dialogue. Our worlds are actually different because I, Fiama Henry Case isn't a human being"

Right beside it, a man in a white doctor’s coat held a glowing silver data key. He turned and faced us. The hallway’s flickering light revealed the sharp lines of his face—graying temples, a thin scar along his jaw, and cold blue eyes I’d cried over for five years. “Hello, Sierra,” the man said, voice steady and smooth, no hint of remorse. “You always had a sharp eye for logistics.” I couldn’t breathe—felt frozen, lungs locked up. The room spun until I saw only his face, the man who supposedly burned to death in Chicago.

Who would have thought the quick-reflexed gang leader would fall prey to a stun mine? “Now that we have calmed down, shall I begin introductions? I am Khronos Sinclair, a scientist, an author, a system programmer among many things. My hobbies include human watching, taking things apart and putting them back together. My age is a secret but was born even before the Great Explosion, being one of the few people experimenting on Plantiumite before it happened. I hate cleaning and exposure to bright lights, it’s nice to meet you both!” That was a lengthy and exceptionally weird introduction but I won’t do the same. “Why did you stop the Pantiumite supply?”

David was examining his new appearance and doing some movements to get used to having no skin on his body. But the world suddenly went dark, he panicked a little and searched for an answer to what was going on. And it came very soon. A short and bald middle-aged man appeared in front of him, he was wearing a lab coat that had the logo of TriDa on one pocket. David was a little scared for a second but calmed down soon after. "Greetings, David." said the man with a light smile, "do you like to have a seat?" a table appeared in the middle of them with two chairs facing each other, David and the man sat shortly after. "My name is Santiago Torres. I'm the director of SSO."