Sub Zero Extabyte Face Novels & Stories

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

“Because I’m going back to Savannah. I’m going to take Cutter’s book there to keep it safe, and while I’m there I’m going to talk to Zaius about bringing a couple of guys back with me.” Zaius, the Savannah chapter president, was named due to his striking resemblance to Dr. Zaius from the 1969 film The Planet of the Apes. Like his orangutan film counterpart, he was a pear-shaped man with a fiery red beard and hair. Also like the character, he was very smart, but pretty much a complete prick. “Good luck with that,” Cutter said with a chuckle. I smirked and nodded. Clutch killed the van’s engine.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

Zero answered. Dina silently stared at him before asking with a broken voice, her voice quieting at the end “Y-you, h-h-how… h-how did you know?” “Your face was completely red, your eyes filled with tears and you kept on biting your lips to keep calm. It’s alright Dina, I’m like a robot who can’t feel anything so if you cry I won’t find you pitiful, neither will I mock you and I’ve never laughed before so rest assured, I won’t laugh at you,” Zero said calmly and for a moment Dina felt his usual robotic voice held more life in it, or maybe his words were making her so sentimental she became delusional.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

The first time I saw the advertisement was on a fan forum dedicated to Winter. That day, my supervisor caught me scrolling through celebrity paparazzi photos at my desk and fired me. I walked out of the office building carrying a cardboard box as rain poured from the sky. I hadn't brought an umbrella, and my makeup was ruined, leaving black streaks beneath my eyes. Just then, my phone lit up. [AI Bio-Facial Transformation. Zero-invasive face replacement. Now recruiting trial participants for a limited time.]