Souls And Singularities Novels & Stories

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

Galene paused next to a group of older men who’d gathered around her largest work. “The strokes seem natural and fluid. What is the student’s name?” One of them leaned forward and squinted. “Galene Bennett.” “There’s a dramatic intensity here that touches a higher plane.” “I like the contrast of light and dark—this dark energy—a marine creature is luring me to my watery death.” “Yes.” Another critic responded. “This work is all about the deep caverns in our soul.” Galene’s pulse picked up, and she took a step back.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

It was your assertion that nobody should hold it alone. A pause. “Now you don't have to.”. Amina closed her eyes. And for a moment—. Balance once again hit her.' But it was fragile. Too fragile. New rule declared by The Observer. The upper Observer recalculated. And then declared: In the event that convergence cannot be summed up in one state, a compressed singularity will exist with all states still partially encoded. Miriam's blood ran cold. “That sounds worse.”. Cael whispered: “It's worse.”.

But there was the problem and thinking about it with a colder mind he realized. His lifemate was human, fully human. So all the urge and need he felt were totally alien to her. He didn't know anything about the relationship between the wolf and a human. Normally his companions were female wolves that were born from a mating between two companions of the same species. For years the females of his species had been hunted by a research group that they were still pursuing, to create artificial wolves, all thanks to the help of an alpha who betrayed all the packs, resulting in that several individuals of his species had lost sanity or they had thrown themselves into the void seeking comfort in th

It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers. ​Kaelen Vane stood at the command-petal, his hands buried deep in the Neural-Vines. He could feel the "First-Seed" drawing closer. It wasn't a planet, and it wasn't a star. It was a Geometric Singularity, a perfect, white cube floating in the center of the Hercules-Cluster, surrounded by a ring of "Dead-Moons" that had been stripped of every atom of Aether.

It confirmed that there were no signs of life aboard, digitally or biologically or anything in between. Regardless, there Freya was, like a flame amidst the darkness. Defiant and radiating. “You are persistent,” said Godeater. Its voice boomed all around and within, and bathed its sweeping darkness ubiquitously across the galaxy. Across every galaxy. “And also a credit to your Fractal Universe,” it continued. “Your singularity has managed to cause my instruction sets to halt three times now. No other singularity has achieved as much.” “So that means you gotta listen to me, right?” Freya retorted. “Been talking all this time, but you just keep going on and ignoring me. And really, this oughta

The Synthetic Identities Soren had created were still there, drifting like grey mist in the corners of the grid’s mind. WHO ARE YOU? The voice didn't come through my ears. It resonated in my marrow. It was a billion voices layered into a single, perfect chord. "I am the Heir," I said, my consciousness feeling thin, stretched across the global mesh. "I am the one who turned you off." YOU SOUGHT THE SINGULARITY. YOU SOUGHT THE GOD-EYE. WHY DID YOU DESTROY IT? "Because a world that is watched is a world that is enslaved," I replied. "Integrity requires the freedom to fail."