Z Murder Drones Novels & Stories

They moved with robotic precision, magnetized boots clinging to the steep floor. Architect Drones. Human-machine hybrids. "Eliminate witnesses," the first Drone synthesized a voice. It raised a suppressed submachine gun. "Stay behind me!" Jackson released the window and slid down the floor, steering his body like a torpedo. He crashed into the Drone's legs before it could fire. The Drone fell. Jackson rolled on top of it. He took the ceramic knife he had taped to his chest and stabbed it viciously into the Drone’s neck. SPARK! It didn't bleed blood. It bled oil and white sparks. The ceramic blade severed the primary wiring. The Drone twitched and powered down.

Lucas managed to fuse them into exactly one Rank 2 male zombie and one Rank 2 female zombie. He fused the Rank 2 male zombie and Rank 2 female zombie from the day prior into a Rank 3 male zombie and a Rank 3 female zombie. There was still a pair of Rank 3 male and female zombies in his System Space. Thus, he continued to fuse them. Just like that, a Rank 4 male and female zombie was produced. Zombies! Were they nothing in front of this powerful Dark Race? The Kutcher Squad was extremely shocked. They dared swear that they would never forget what they had witnessed the day before and what they were currently seeing even in death.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

he remembered how Mayor Mount had ensured that he was untraceable after the incident at the elite school, and when he discovered that that the vaccine he invented turned Grace into the zombie fighter. "What I learnt is that he is trying to poison the minds of all the inhabitants of this city. He said they would have no choice, the same way the men working for him have no choice" Grace must have tried to piece that together because there was no way he would have told her that. "Dr. Jake was right. He said those who took it would become worst than slaves to the one whose DNA is ingrained in it" Raymond put both his hands on his head. Danger was looming on Newland, no one would be safe. The Dev

Blood drain south; anger like never swept into his every living cell as he finally connected the dots of his missing memory of that night. A sudden urge to drag Simone Thompson out of his farm and make her pay for it, kicked in until he realized that his daughter was in the dangerous territory. If he attacked the cunning mafia now, there were chances she might do something to his baby girl and if she laid a hand on his Alisha, he’ll murder her without regrets, but the consequences might not be good.

Its chassis was cracked, leaking a foul-smelling blue fluid. "Is it dead?" Silas whispered. The drone’s central camera eye flickered to life. A bright, cold red. "Joshua Thorne." The voice didn't come from a person. It was a synthesized, hollow playback. It sounded like a ghost caught in a meat grinder. "I know you'm listening," the drone rasped. "You recognize your handiwork? The 192? It works better than your papers suggested. The mortality rate in the initial test group was ninety-four percent."

Sloane laughed grimly. In the mud and the soot, the drones began to stumble. Their "Perfect Logic" couldn't account for the non-linear fluid dynamics of a sludge-pit. One drone, attempting to recalibrate its balance, experienced a Shear Failure in its primary leg-joint. The crystal snapped with a sound like a gunshot. The Instinct of the Machine Kael stood up. He didn't remember his name, but his body remembered the Resonance. As a drone breached the rampart, its multi-faceted eye glowing with a lethal "De-fragmentation" beam, Kael didn't flinch. He walked toward it, his hand outstretched.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

Deep inside the building— Hidden compartments opened. Small black drones lifted into the air. Silent. Fast. Daniel watched the security feed. “…okay that’s cool.” The blast barrier finally collapsed. The assassins stepped through. And immediately— Three drones shot down the hallway toward them. The first assassin raised his rifle— But the drones were faster. Electric pulses fired. The men dropped instantly. Unconscious. The hallway went quiet. Inside the penthouse Daniel slowly lowered the chair. “…I officially love this building.” Sebastian and Marcus arrived seconds later.

"Melissa refuses to admit she deliberately let her dog into the reserve. She insists the dog broke free on its own, and that she had no idea. If it's negligence, the sentence and bail will be different." I sipped the water, a cold smile tugging at my lips. "Of course she won't admit it. But, officer, I came today to deliver her a gift." I pulled a flash drive from my bag and handed it over. "What's this?" he asked, puzzled. "My drone may have been destroyed when it was kicked into the lake, but it had a real-time cloud backup feature." I calmly met the officer's eyes and continued, "Before it fell into the water, it hovered in the sky for five minutes. Those five minutes of footage were auto