Singularity Trap Novels & Stories

"Oh my God. Noah is ruthless. He deliberately put a virus-filled computer in his cabinet as bait?" "That's not just petty. That's practically criminal. Wrecking someone's future is as good as murder." Parker pointed at me and shouted, "Noah, this is too much. If Caleb can't graduate, can you take responsibility?" Just then, the glass doors of the lab hall were shoved open. A middle-aged couple stormed in, furious. Behind them came an influencer holding a selfie stick. "Which one is Noah Hamilton? Where is that vicious little bastard?" Everyone looked at me. Caleb's mother followed their gaze and spotted me at once.

He was no longer operating as a proud, blind executive trying to shield his career from a domestic war zone; he was entering into a silent, strategic conspiracy with his true wife, turning his high-security corporate infrastructure into an operating theater where his sister-in-law’s entire tower of manipulation would be systematically crushed live in front of the world. He entered the final configuration string, his thumb executing a sharp click on the trackpad to seal the network loop from the inside. The terminal screen flickered once, the active data packet allocations updating their metrics to display a low, rhythmic green signal across the dim velvet drapes of the room. The trap was off

What Quinton didn't know was that I wasn't in the bed at all. I had already slipped out through the first-floor window. I was in a motel, watching everything through the security camera. When Quinton realized I wasn't there, he kicked the trash can over. "Damn it! That woman thinks she can play me?" He glanced toward the hallway, worried about waking Nora. Just as he turned to leave, his eyes fell on a small card on the table. "What… Is this how Malcolm hired them?"

We were the eye of the hurricane. "They're breaking up!" Solara shouted from the weapons station. "The gravity is tearing their Void-cores apart!" But the "Great Hunger" was not a mindless beast. In the center of the carnage, a single ship—larger than the rest, shaped like a hollowed-out ribcage—remained stable. It wasn't fighting the gravity; it was absorbing it. "The Command Vessel," Killian growled. "It’s using a 'Singularity Engine.' It’s feeding on the collapse to power its own weapons."

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

Meanwhile on the other hand… Castiel sneak into the ladies room like a menacing phantom. With the help of Ashley as his invisible eye, he managed to detect which cubicle the two ladies were currently in. He had never dealt with such a problem before thus he felt like he was stupified with his little assignment. This was his boss's command and he has to satisfy her request. That's all that matters to him. 'I want you to trap them both inside the ladies' room over night.' was Athena's brief instruction before she dropped the call earlier.

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

Never mind. *** Natalia decided to introduce me to my tribe in the morning because she said that we have a lot of catch ups to do. And she said that she needs to train me a little bit for my people to trust me. I already ask her why I was brought here and she said that after I caused the fire I collapse. Yes, I cause the fire or more like made it worse. That’s when she decided to make me here because I already triggered the magic in me. She said that dad’s still unconscious so I’m really hoping that I can go home any time soon when Natalia permits me.

The Singularity's whole point was to hack that adaptability and bend it to its users' advantage. However, Hacking a behavioral pattern was easier said than done. In a fast-paced battle, it's already tiring enough to keep track of your opponent's movement. The combatants are just one slight error away from grave mishaps. Besides, Singularity demands much more than just keeping track of opponents.

"The Harvester fleet? Or the Architect of the Core? Did they promise to put your soul back in a body, Sool? Did they promise you a place in the Singularity?" Sool didn't answer. He didn't have to. The gold light inside his glass form was growing brighter, the parasite from the Source sensing that the cover was blown. Target identified, the Sovereign signaled. A deep-layer neural-implant is overriding the host’s motor functions. The traitor is no longer Sool. The traitor is a terminal for the Source. "GET BACK!" I screamed. The glass shards that made up Sool’s body didn't just break; they exploded outward. It wasn't a biological death; it was a kinetic burst of data. The shards flew through t