Stellaris Mind Over Matter Novels & Stories

It wasn't a map of the war; it was a ledger of ownership. "The Iron Mind is blind, but it’s still holding the keys to the global satellites," Xavier explained. "I have the codes to override its reboot sequence. But I can't activate them from here. I need your biometric signature to authorize a 'Founder’s Protocol'." "You want to take control of the Iron Mind," Clara realized, her voice filled with horror. "You want to be the new god."

"Quantum drive is stable at 98% efficiency." "Weapons hot," Mia checked the turrets triggers. "Shields are holding." "Psychic barriers active," Aurora closed her eyes in the back. She extended a mental bubble around the ship, creating a psychic stealth mode. "They won't sense us coming." "T-Minus One Minute," Command Control—Margaret's voice—crackled over the radio. Her voice was steady, the scientist taking over the mother. Serenity looked at Jackson. Through the polarized visor of their helmets, their eyes met.

"You were at the cooling units this morning. Did you set the override?" Randy stood up, his legs buckling briefly before he caught himself. He crawled toward Anji, a disgusting, habitual display of submissiveness that turned Anji’s stomach, yet felt essential for the mood of the room. He reached Anji’s leg, grabbing at the fabric of his trousers. "I did it, sir. Every vent. Every server rack. I flooded the signal with a high-entropy data packet. If they try to read our thoughts or push an update... they’re going to get a spike that’ll fry the Architect's brain from five miles away." "Good boy," Anji said, his hand resting briefly on Randy’s skull, a patronizing gesture that Randy received li

“You’re not my child, Kaden. You are just a product of a storyline. There are many versions of you spread across thousands of worlds. If every one of you were my child, I’d be buried in them. “This behavior is beneath you, Silvia. Stop obsessing and let him go. Like you, he’s a native of this world. You guys are meant to be.” To be honest, the mother and son made me sick. I didn’t see the point of being nice. The System shrieked in my mind, telling me to take the tone down a notch. “Silvia and Kaden have gotten a mind of their own, Player. If you can’t calm them down before reality collapses, they’ll go rogue, and you will be in danger.” I scoffed. The way I saw it, they were nothing more th

Something miraculous happened right there and then. The red number above his head, stuck at 1170, suddenly plunged like a cliff drop. It dropped to 1,000, 500, 100, and to 0. The value turned zero. Before I could heave relief, the number flickered, its color switching to pink. Was I supposed to interpret the color as love or affection? I should correct myself. The shade of pink was too intense. The digits soared. Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+.

Something sank into his nape, all the way to the flesh, like a very tiny ball. A sudden quiver of pain lit up Praxis’s face. He rubbed his nape thinking it was bleeding, but he could not feel any blood. “What the fuck was that?” “A tracker. We need to shoot a tracker in preparation for the Second Stage,” explained Dr. Conscire. “And what really is that Second Stage, huh?”

They had to remind the universe of the "Stubbornness of Matter." "We need to 'Clog' the Engine," Audrey commanded, her glass-lungs straining against the shifting atmosphere of the vault. "It wants to dream of a thousand worlds? Fine. We’re going to give it a 'Single-Reality' so heavy it can’t be ignored. We’re going to feed it the 'Weight of the North'."

A gamble with the planet to save our child. The pattern, or the weaver. I didn’t hesitate. I slammed my hand on the console. “DO IT!” For a second, nothing. Then, the entire lighthouse trembled. Not from the sea, but from the servers in the basement overloading, screaming as the Review poured its entire consciousness into a single, impossible calculation. The lights flickered, died. The holoscreens went black.

“Okay.” “Now imagine flying it using only your mind. It’s tough, but you can, uh, directly control whatever chassis the core’s attached to. Kinda like thinking “left thrusters full”, and then all your portside thrusters would go to the maximum. Not exactly how it works, but it’s kinda like that.” “Our biological minds are connected to the Prometheus Core’s circuits directly,” Miko continued for Eva. “We can communicate directly with its intelligences, and issue commands through conscious thought. It is like having a second body on top of your biological one.”

he roared once more after the unseen force doubled in might. The sickly man found himself kissing the rubbles below as he was totally incapacitated in a faced down spread-eagled position. His shouts were now finally muffled by the debris that was presented at his gaping mouth. “Is there a way to silence him, Madame Ais? But I don’t want him to die. I just want for him to allow us to enter the sect and perhaps let us become Prime disciples he said earlier.” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. The system has a mind control drug that could subdue any being below a level 10 cultivator.” Madame Ais answered.