Système Novels & Stories

Hs eyes flickered from yellow to grey as he tried to prevent his wolf from taking control. This went on for about two minutes until he saw a figure on the floor, just by the door. He was speechless and breathless at the same time and couldn’t understand what and why he felt this way. It was like he heart suddenly stopped beating as he stared at the figure on the floor.

Somehow I felt like someone impersonated themselves as this system and talked to me. {What is SP?} I ask the system in my mind. [SP is the system point. You can use it to purchase any knowledge in this universe no matter what it is or how strong it is.] Now the system mechanical voice returns to normal without tone and emotion, just like the first time it’s spoken to me. But, What kind of knowledge does this system have? {Show me the list of all the knowledge you have} I ask the system. [Commencing command]

He sighed, he faced the door, hovered his hands on the handle – contemplating something. “What is in the basement anyway that you don’t even want to open it?” I could hear the annoyance in Leah's voice. “Something alright?”, Tyson replied back in annoyance. “Even you would back away and not want to open the door if you knew what it was.” “Well, what kind of something is it?”, I asked now really curious about this something they keep on saying. “It’s…” Mike started again for the third time. He took off his round-rimmed glasses and rubbed his face, combing his hair, letting it sit on top of his hair. “The fidi is in its deep slumber in the basement.”

Sighing I stood up and looked over at him as he leaned against his kitchen counter in a leisurely way, “You know Dax, it’s a good idea to maintain the piping in your cabin every so often, especially in preparation for winter. You’re pipes are rusted through and the wiring looks like it needs replacing,” Dax nodded as he stared at me blankly, like he had no idea what I was talking about. Giving myself an internal face plant at this stage I opted to just run my hands through my hair instead,

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I stare at the ceiling in the dark, listening to their breathing. The next few days pass in a strange, watchful rhythm. The new security system goes in – cameras at every angle, motion lights, reinforced locks. Vincent checks the feeds obsessively. I start taking different routes home, varying my schedule. I tell myself it’s caution, but I know it’s more than that.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

M. Ty spun to a vacant glass wall and started building a living map. Cell towers lit in soft amber. Council CCTV nodes blinked a municipal blue. Private security cams churned in sickly green. He overlaid a ghost layer—maintenance events, firmware refreshes, door controller updates—every place a key could be turned without a hand on it. “Look for stutters,” he murmured, more to the system than the room. “Little coughs where a vendor log looks too neat.”