Science Fiction Tanks Novels & Stories

Gilbert shouted loudly. Jade gave out orders as well. “All heavy weapon users, get in position. Boom, boom— Just as everyone was appalled by the noise, a few large vehicles appeared before them. Alex gasped. “This is just what we need.” Jade replied. “We’re not on Earth anyway, so it doesn’t matter if we bring the Undead Territory down to ruins.” There were tens of these big battle tanks prepared by the higher-ups. They were tactical nuclear weapons within their country, while some were the newest inventions that had never been shown to the public, including nanotechnology.

The sound of the engines wasn’t a howl; it was a rhythmic, industrial grinding of iron against ice that tasted of diesel fumes and cold, clinical erasure. I stood on the balcony of Rebirth City, my right hand resting on the stone railing, feeling the vibration of a thousand armored treads through the soles of my boots. From the southern ridge, a line of sleek, matte-black tanks crested the horizon. They didn't bear the silver crescents of the High Council or the amber shields of Nightfall.

His biceps bunched, veins distending under the skin. "I can break a tank." "It is not a tank," I said. The blood drained from my face. The sensor construct finally rendered the image based on seismic feedback. "Tanks do not have a heartbeat." Metal ground against metal—a sharp, mechanical snap of valves opening. Then came the pressurized release. A jet of steam erupted from the shadows, scalding and angry. The sound cut through the air like tearing silk. Then came the roar. It was a synthesized, metallic howl. Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop.

"Yilan, you are not the first person to think of this. Actually, the Light of the Gods project has been going on for so long that all the details have been thoroughly considered long ago. Come with me." --- In the space stretching as far as the eye could see, countless transparent giant crystal tanks stood upright. Like densely packed books neatly arranged on the shelves of a library, the specially made crystal tanks had their perfectly round outlines illuminated by floor lamps. Inside each was a blurry dark shadow; the entire area resembled a bizarre forest. "This is Sector C's reserve area, specifically for storing backup bodies." Casey turned on the overhead lights, making the scene clear

My boots echoed on the metal floor. It was a drone. But not like any drone I had ever seen. It was sleek, black, and ominous. It looked like a giant bird of prey. Wings folded against its body. Rotors tucked away. On the side of the tank, stenciled in red paint, was the name. CHIMERA. Below the tank was a console. It had a keyhole. My heart hammered against my ribs. I pulled the gold key from my pocket. My hand was shaking. This was it. The leverage.

They turned right. Security cameras followed their movement — sleek, silent eyes in the ceiling. Sienna used the disruptor again, jamming their feed long enough to pass through two more doors. Then they reached the glass observation room. Her breath caught. Beyond the glass was a chamber lit by pale blue light — rows of neural tanks, each holding a humanoid form suspended in gel. Most were incomplete — half-finished bodies, flickering data streams, broken machines pretending to be human. And in the center tank… was her.

As to them all, that Tanks looks very menacing to them, even the man and woman that were seen right next to the tanks seems smaller, which emphasized the size. “That is one large, Vehicle…”.(Lady Countess Demeria) “Of Course…it is larger than any carriage you have ever seen….still the size alone were already very intimidating, what is even more scary is that….that Tanks….is impenetrable and just strong…it can just ram over a stone wall like it was nothing…furthermore…the cannon on those things….it is very powerful…..a single shot from that tanks cannon can instantly kill a Tier 3 monster……it would obliterate them easily……”.(Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein)

I grinned maniacally, "So what do you think about it?" "Fucking crazy. What the hell is going on in here," she whisper-yelled. "Told you so," I mouthed and turned around. The scientists were gone by now. Pointing at the tanks, I asked her over my shoulder, "You are a doctor, do you have any idea what those tanks are?" Stella whispered in my ear, "Those are similar to the bio-reactor chambers." My eyebrows burrowed lower, "What is that used for?" A chill ran down my spine as Stella informed me, "Basically to manipulate the already existing life."

He leads us through a final arch, onto a gallery that runs along the inside of an enormous vertical shaft, and he stops, and he lets us look, because he is proud, because to him nothing here needs hiding. The shaft goes down farther than the eye follows and up farther than the light reaches, and its walls are not walls. They are racks. Tier upon tier upon tier of them, curving away around the shaft and down into the blue glow, and in each rack, lit softly from within, stands a tank, and in each tank floats a person. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Suspended in pale fluid, eyes closed, perfectly still, perfectly tended, each one wearing the same banked silver under the skin that I wear

The heavy blast doors swung open, revealing a vast, dark inner chamber stretching two hundred feet into the rock foundation. The air inside was freezing, thick with the smell of copper, preservation fluid, and decaying blood. I raised my pulse rifle beam to illuminate the dark room, and my breath caught in my throat. Row after row of twenty-foot glass tanks lined the stone walls, filled with glowing green preservation fluid. Inside each tank, suspended in dark liquid and hooked to heavy copper feed tubes, floated the pale, motionless bodies of living human workers from Sector Four.