Science Fiction Tanks Novels & Stories

These were the tanks that the Rejects outside had escaped from over the years. But not all the tanks were empty. In the center of the room, a cluster of twelve pristine, fully operational cylinders hummed with a deep, vibrating electrical current. They were filled with a viscous, translucent blue fluid that bubbled softly. Suspended inside each of those twelve tanks was a mutant. "Oh my God," Eliana choked out, grabbing the steel railing of the catwalk to keep from collapsing. Baraka felt the breath leave his lungs. He walked down the metal stairs to the main floor, drawn toward the nearest tank like a man trapped in a nightmare.

"Enjoy ourselves? What does he mean?" "Sorry about that", Six replied sheepishly. "Mason knows his stuff, but doesn't have much class. See that tank down there? The blue one? It's filled with life forms from Alpha 001. It's against the rules, but I swim in it from time to time. Want to join me?" Sophie looked from the man to the tank and back again." We don't have suits ". " Yeah", Six said unabashedly. "I know". Sophie was amazed by the clone's effrontery, amused by his boyish charm, and surprised to find that she was tempted. It had been a long time since she'd done anything that crazy.

"Those tanks were designed to hold phase-change materials. If we can lure the mist into the tanks, we can keep them in a stable, semi-liquid state—a Conscious Slurry." "And then what?" Sloane asked. "We keep them in a basement forever?" "We use them as a Biological Battery," Kael replied, the engineer in him overriding the mourner. "They want warmth; we want power. If we give them a shared neural-link within the tanks, their collective friction will generate enough thermal energy to heat the entire Citadel. It’s a Symbiotic Loop." The Lure To move the "Sky-Fall," Kael had to use himself as a Resonance Rod. He climbed to the highest point of the Citadel and activated his damaged Resonance Tun

" With that thought, Jake posted his own buy order in the regional chat: 40 units of Universal Fuel or medical supplies for a Basic Gene Serum—10 units more than the mystery buyer's offer. Just then, the onboard radar blared a sudden, urgent alarm. Not zombies. Not players. A massive signal source—red so dark it was almost black. Jake's eyes snapped forward. Through his binoculars, he caught a shocking sight on the horizon. A few kilometers away, in the middle of the wasteland, a military-grade main battle tank sat crippled by the roadside—its turret smoking, thick black plumes rising into the sky. And around the tank, two white bone spikes, as long as spears, were embedded deep in the tank'

They were shattered, glass shards littering the floor, the liquid they once held now forming a shimmering, sludge-like tide that covered the sub-floor. Anji approached the main core, his hand hovering over his own terminal. "Something isn't right. These tanks were locked down tight under the old regime. Who opened them?" Arga moved toward a wall panel, wiping away a smear of black gunk to expose the wiring. "Nobody opened them, Anji. Look at the seals. They didn't break outward; they were dissolved from within." He pointed a flashlight at the floor. Thick, dark residue dragged away from the tanks in patterns that suggested movement. Not digital, but biological. Like something had crawled out

and they were coming to "Drain-the-Tanks." The first "Hunter-Siphon" appeared at the edge of the Wild-Multiverse, looking like a "Black-Hole-with-Teeth." It didn't attack with weapons; it attached a "Parasitic-Link" to the trade routes and began to "Invert" the flow of Quintessence. Suddenly, worlds that were used to "Abundance" were hit with "Sudden-Scarcity." The "Light-Architecture" began to "Dim," and the "Manual-Engines" began to "Stutter" as their "Soul-Oil" was sucked away into the dark.

He wondered how it happened but he never want to know. Beyond, the second wave of bikes are advancing. To his surprise, he could see levitating blocky vehicles hovering just above the heads of the Dusk Riders. He glanced at the western part of the theatre engaged by the Gemminites and also saw the same types of vehicles. They advanced towards the defenders; Tarantino issued another order to fire a barrage. The tanks sang in unison as they spat a barrage of explosives at the incoming ranks.

The hatch groaned open, revealing a dark tunnel plunging into the earth. Zara didn’t hesitate. She climbed down the steel ladder into the abyss. The scent hit first—old blood, rust, and chemicals. The walls were lined with frozen pipes and flickering emergency lights. Alec dropped beside her, followed by Roman. They moved slowly, guns drawn. Then came the voices. Soft. Muffled. A whisper… then a moan. Zara turned a corner and stopped cold. Dozens of cryogenic tanks lined the underground room, each one glowing blue, bodies suspended in ice.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

“She just needs some rest.” Tank nods but doesn’t say another word as he shovels the food into his mouth. I sigh, moving Shelby’s white hair from her face. This is the first time I have ever seen anyone else like me, and they are children… children who know what they really are. They are family…. I sigh, looking up at the sun rising as Tank hands Loki his bowl, asking for more food and then he realizes, “WAIT! When did this become like this?” he asks, looking at how the crater is no longer dead.