Sci Fi Person Novels & Stories

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol.

He wore a heavy, reinforced version of the silver collar, and his eyes were covered by a sleek, black visor that fed data directly into his brain. "Who is that?" Kazi asked, his suit’s sensors spiked in alarm. "That’s not a human." "That is Subject One," Nyosi said, a hint of pride finally entering her voice. "He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient."

Alex didn’t know whether to congratulate her or too be shocked that she could do something like this. “When did you become a scientist and an investor?” Alex said because he had to ask. Sofia looked him up and down and continued to walk until they reached a rusty looking door with an iron gate. “I have always been Alex. Some of us don’t sell all our secrets to the academy because at the end of the day they may decide to kill us off and I need to be prepared for that.” Sofia said and put her hand on the right side of the wall and a scanner appeared. She placed her right hand on the scanner and a blue light began scanning her body from top to bottom.

blah, blah, blah. As Clement kept on raving and cursing, One of the men interrupted him and gave his own opinion about the whole matter. The man's name is Dr. Chidi Ezekiel and he's the chief scientist and the brains of the organization. Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with.

Humans are oblivious to all of it. “Silas, television and movies have helped us. Humans are so confused by science fiction they won’t believe the truth even if it hits them in the face.” I frown, but he won’t budge. It is our first real argument and the passages grow silent as Silas and I end it all in a screaming row over what humans believe.

She whispered to herself "I am a doctor I should know how to cut this out. I should have a knife I should have medicine to stop the pain." A woman stepped forward one of the people they had saved from the sleeping pods. She was thin. Her eyes were sharp and she wore a torn white lab coat. "I was a scientist before the Great Sleep " she said. "My name is Dr. Aris. I helped build this system. What you have is a Terminal Link the computer has chosen you as the Manager because you broke the old one." Maya looked up her face covered in silver veins. Said, "How do I stop it I do not want to be a machine I want to be a woman I want to go home."

“I am fine.” “I don't want to look at your head anymore, but I can't help looking and wanting to touch it. How are you still standing?” “You seem to have forgotten that I am a Personifid.” “You act more like a person than any other person I've met.” “Even Ire?” “That's an exception. Let's go patch your head up,” He continued to stare at her head, “We need to cover this up.” “We could go to Dad's secret lab,” Temi thought. The feel of a familiar place could-

"Not to disregard my patron deity, but I never needed her to read minds, objects and do telepathy. I'm a natural born esper." "You're a what now?" "Esper," Sophia repeated. "Someone with a developed psychic ability. It's a thing." "Man, there's always something with you guys," Lars said. He scratched his sideburn and nervously chuckled. "I think so far the only ordinary human Scion I've met is just Claros. Even then, you said he was a great alchemist earlier, didn't you?" Edwin nodded. "Yeah, he's not called Master Inventor for nothing."

"Look at the signal." The ship wasn't broadcasting the Hive-Mind command. It was broadcasting a **Distress Signal**. A figure emerged from the ship. It wasn't a drone, or a clone, or the Matriarch. It was a man, dressed in a tattered lab coat that looked forty years old. He walked with a limp, his face a mask of ancient grief. "Subject 01?" the man asked, his voice cracking. "Is it... is it finished?" "Who are you?" I demanded, the Red Blood sparking at my fingertips.

E. Dr. Schnell is a fascinating, but horrifying person. Through some form life extension he’s discovered that he keeps a secret to himself, he is actually a Nazi scientist from the 1940’s. Apparently, he knew Hitler personally. He is utterly unredeemable and only cares about his scientific explorations, which are totally devoid of, as he would put it, ‘sentimental attachments to a subjective notion of morality’.