Sub Zero Extabyte Face Novels & Stories

"The race is in a week and I can't be tied to a table for the next thirteen months of my life, losing my mind and drooling like an animal! You have--" Zane clicked his tongue. "You're way too hotheaded. let me finish talking." Ethan seethed, but fell silent. Zane continued in a detached voice. "Technically, you won't be awake. I will medically induce you into a coma if things get worse," The zoned Alpha's eyes flashed, and he only gave a warning snarl, "but I already have the base components from patient Zero's case. Given that, I'm fairly confident that I can refine the formula and remove the side effects a little faster."

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

Her hair was styled in a perfect, sleek bob, and her dark skin was smooth, untouched by the sun of the Forbidden Zone or the fire of the Spires. "Test #3," the developer-Zora whispered, her voice matching mine so perfectly it felt like an echo in an empty cave. "You... you shouldn't be able to hold density here. The 'Extinction' payload was supposed to dissolve upon server disconnect." "Your 'payload' has a name, lady," Dante growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that rattled the glass partitions of the boardroom.

"You're talking about our children, you tin-can bastard!" Voss’s image flickered but didn't vanish. "Emotion is a wasteful expenditure of energy. The units are the only logical solution to a global extinction event. You have three hours to deliver them to the Ever-Zero. If you refuse, we will engage the Zero-Field." "What is a Zero-Field, Nathaniel?" I asked, looking at the silver-logic monitors that were now frosting over.

I smiled after pressing the 'cook' button on the rice cooker. I'm glad he actually bought it. Now I don't have to bother cooking rice on the stove. "This waffle cream is delicious," I said after putting a waffle in my mouth. I looked at the newspaper I brought from Arthur's closet. There was news about a zero-level xenobeast appearing at base 717. The base was destroyed in just one night. "Is level zero that scary?" I asked as I took another bite of the waffle that had kiwi fruit topping on it.

All I could do was again slowly shake my head at her antics. “Tonight, the one and only loveable arsehole, it has been decided that we shall be watching the wonderful and amazing………..Deadpool.” Sounding like a salesman pitching his merchandise, our friend Tony answered with enthusiasm and matching Pops’ endearment towards others. Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do.

I can see her. Where? Rose closed her eyes. Underground. In a white room. She's standing beside a man. Who? Rose's eyes opened. I don't know. Then she whispered: But he's wearing Dad's face. Everyone froze. Jason looked at Richard. That's impossible. Richard's face had gone completely pale. No. What? Ethan asked. Richard stared at Rose. If you saw a man wearing my face... Then Subject Zero isn't me. Ethan's heart pounded.

Because that question didn’t have a clean answer anymore. Then he said softly “I think it’s not removing will.” A pause. “It’s amplifying hesitation into decision.” Lena frowned slightly. “That still changes outcomes.” Zayden nodded. “Yes.” Silence. Suddenly. Every nearby device flickered. Screens. Phones. Street displays. All synchronized briefly. A new message appeared: INFLUENCE RADIUS EXPANDING: UNREGISTERED EXTENSION DETECTED Lena stepped back quickly. “What is that?” she asked. Zayden stared at it.

Forever. {Laumlayag. See you across space-time...} At exactly 00:00:00 and with the last percent of battery, Ecto goes away onto the Internet and Ecto 2.0 powers down.

The punch that had somehow seemed to move through the air slowly enough for him to avoid it. The bewildered expression on David's face when Ethan had artfully stepped aside from getting hit. He remembered the quiet, miraculous moment when the digital production counter had flickered, climbing from eighty-seven up to one hundred and twenty, and finally settling at a triumphant one hundred and fifty-two. "You didn't touch the machinery," Meglo had muttered, staring at the humming floor like a man who had seen a ghost. "You didn't swap a single part. So what did you actually do?"