Sonic Cyborg Novels & Stories

A wave of transparent pressure exploded from Ronald's palm, slamming into Kevin's chest and forcing him back down onto his knees in the snow. BOOM! "Kevin!" Lia screamed, intending to run toward the burly man, but Bima held her back with a firm grip. "Don't, Lia! His body... he's not a normal human anymore!" Bima warned, his eyes focused on the thin blue circuits flickering beneath the skin of Ronald's neck. Ronald was a high level cyborg, a perfect fusion of Core Prime's artificial intelligence and a human physical frame. "A clever analysis, Bima," Ronald praised, noticing Bima's stare at his neck.

No elemental core could safely enter that atmosphere for long Fire would consume itself in rage, Earth would absorb the despair, Ice would shatter. "We need a cleaning crew that can isolate the vibration without absorbing it," I concluded. "We need the Sonic Academy." Mela and Rix, the students who had mastered the Code of Resonance, led the effort. They entered the chamber armed with their Sonic Transducers. They used their skill not to amplify, but to cancel. They generated a precise, inverse frequency the perfect sound of nothing to neutralize the lingering Shadow vibration. It was delicate, exhausting work, but their mastery of sound's geometry allowed them to safely purify the area atom

She remembered smoking a few during a stint in the Irian Jaya Conflict. “You ok there big guy?” Sol asked, patting her friend on the shoulder. “I’m ok iha” Leyland smiled, placing his hand on Sol’s. “You know how it is with these guys right? Big money, with big jobs also means big risks right?” She didn’t reply, but only smiled back in reassurance. The gate opened, and two cyborgs clad in suits appeared. The two wear heavily augmented, their hands were clearly mechanical and their visors were built on to their eyes. Sol could see the plated lining of the armor on their skin and the extensive wiring that seemed to cover their knecks.

a voice hissed from the shadows. Five men stepped out, blocking the path. They had glowing cybernetic eyes and metal arms. Street Cyborgs. "This is private property," the leader sneered, eyeing Aurora. "Passage f*e is... everything you have." Alex didn't stop typing on his wrist. "Kael, Mia. Remove the obstacle. Efficiently." "On it," Mia stepped forward. "Look at this little doll," the leader reached for Mia. SNAP. Mia grabbed his metal finger and bent it backward until the servo-motors whined and broke. She swept his legs, slamming his face into a puddle.

"Second, the 'Flash-Freeze.' It’s a concentrated version of the stabilizer you’ve been stealing. When inhaled, it triggers a hyper-calcification of the marrow. Its 'locks' their shift. If they're mid-transformation, they stay that way, fragile, brittle, and incapable of using their strength." "And third, the Sonic Disruptor. Their hearing is 20% more sensitive than a natural wolf’s, as your friends had demonstrated at the arena, but much more lethal. This device emits a frequency that resonates with the kinetic redirection plating in their bones. It creates a feedback loop. To them, it feels like their own skeleton is trying to vibrate itself into powder." My father reached under the desk an

The glowing blue chain wrapped around the legs of another Sun-Guard, slicing cleanly through the servo-motors and bringing the giant crashing to its knees. It was a brutal, medieval brawl fought with the weapons of gods. I stayed on the periphery, moving from cover to cover. I couldn't fight an eight-foot cyborg hand-to-hand, but I had my own battlefield. I pulled my deck, locking onto the internal navigation frequencies of the remaining Hell-Pods still drilling beneath us. "Leo!" I shouted into my comms. The teenager and the other Code-Born were locked safely inside the Citadel lobby, watching through the reinforced glass. "I need a data-spike! Push the Origin-Code into the mainframe!"

He had two cyborgs who went by the names, Karen and Kaycie. At the moment, it had been thirty minutes since Anderson Simpson, Harrison Edgeton and Jocelyn Redwood, and a strange robot they never knew Anderson possessed, disappeared with a strange vehicle-like contraption. It was just too unbelievable. To worsen the whole thing, they weren't able to hack into their conversations because the microchips they'd implanted had somehow become ineffective in Anderson's home. Unknowingly to them, it was because of a tech Anderson'd created about a year ago which deactivated integrated circuits anywhere in his house.

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.

"My mother saved me from people like you." "Your mother delayed the inevitable," Aris countered. He tapped a command into his tablet. "She knew that if the Ashford line didn't merge with the Void, the Sun would eventually burn the world to a cinder. You aren't a savior, Julian. You’re a ticking bomb. And I’m the only one with the code to defuse you." Four Council Sentinels emerged from the vats. They weren't like the Frost-Walkers; they were cyborgs integrated with Void-tech, their limbs replaced by shimmering black chrome that hummed with a necrotic frequency.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.