Sub Zero Extabyte Face Novels & Stories

Expression blank. Eyes cold. Behind him— more figures appeared. Different faces. Same emptiness. Same stillness. Fang Jia’s breathing stopped. Because the way they stood— the way they watched— felt horribly familiar. Yichen’s expression changed instantly. Recognition. Not of them specifically. Of what they were. One of them tilted his head slightly. Then spoke. “Subject Zero-One.” Flat. Emotionless. The title echoed through the room like a ghost from his past. “You are ordered to return.”

“Hello, Mia.” Alex stepped closer. “What the hell is this?” I already knew. “They made a copy,” I whispered. “Of my mind.” The figure on screen smiled. “I am Zero,” it said. “Version 2.1. Constructed from neural scans taken during final loyalty testing. Impervious to empathy. Immune to interference.” Alex swore. “They digitized you.” “No,” I said. “They made a machine out of me.” And then I heard it— Footsteps.

“It’s overriding… whatever this is, it’s rewriting the internal architecture—” The childlike voice grew louder, echoing from every speaker. “Julian… where are you…?” Sienna’s legs nearly gave out. Vaughn exhaled softly, almost reverently. “It’s begun.” Damian turned to Vaughn, voice razor-edged. “Turn it off. Right now.” “I can’t,” Vaughn whispered. “Phase Zero has recognized its missing link.” Suddenly the monitors flashed with a pulsing image—something abstract at first, then horrifyingly familiar.

Through his tear-blurred eyes, he saw the tissue box on the coffee table start to warp and change shape. Then, it vanished. "What?!" Liam slammed his hand on the coffee table, his eyes wide with shock. "It was right there, the tissue box Sabrina picked out! "Where did it go? Give it back!" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!]

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 mysterious hacker known as Zero. The figure leaned forward slightly. Face still half hidden in shadow. Marcus whispered slowly, “I knew it.” Sebastian studied the screen carefully. “Who is he?” Marcus answered quietly. “The only man I ever lost to.” Inside the penthouse Daniel muttered, “Tonight has a lot of those.” Leo zoomed the image. But the camera resolution was low. The face remained unclear. Zero spoke for the first time. His voice calm. “You built a nice little mess.” Marcus crossed his arms.

Two figures stood at the observation glass. Ahead: a frozen expanse older than recorded history. Below: a sealed experimental depth zone. At its center— A structure marked extinct. Activated. A low-frequency pulse emerged. Perfect alignment. With Alexander’s heartbeat. Vivienne’s retinal interface triggered without input. No command issued. No permission granted. Red text formed directly in her vision. WELCOME HOME, SUBJECT ZERO.

Fred interrupted. “We’re back like strangers, dude. Anyway, stop reminiscing about those, and I will get some fun with the lady right… over there,” he said and smiled. Fred turned to the other table and saw the black girl, eyeing Zero. “She’s beautiful. And damn with the boobies, dude. Seems like it’s cup Z,” he said and let out a chuckle as he looked back at Zero. Zero shook his head. “You’re exaggerating, dude. It’s just cup D,” he replied which makes Fred’s eyes widen in awe.

Stupid girl. “Excuse me?” What he's really saying is, What the fuck. I should laugh at how shocked he is, but I don't find anything funny. Zero is not a handsome man, at all. He is sexy with dangerous eyes, succubus lips and a chiseled face that cuts you up piece by piece until you are shattered. I don't need to be cut up and I most definitely don't need to be shattered. It's clear Zero wants to fix me. If I allow him to waste his time, he will leave Falon for me, a filthy, dirty beggar because he is foolish.

His every movement was so powerful and forbidding that she felt herself sinking into her seat more. “What’s for breakfast today?” Zero asked rubbing his stomach as he took his seat rounding the table and sat opposite her. His keen eyes on her face, red with shyness. He couldn’t help but admire her bare face. Her glowing face and fluttering eyelashes, the rose-tinted cheeks and her red nose made her look young and more adorable. Soft, plump light pink lips, a small barely noticeable mole just beneath the inner side of her eye and just on the lower ridge of her nose, she looked ethereal and breathtaking. Her dark brown–no, nearly black hairs twisted in a bun that gave a perfect view of her lon