Zero Point Book Novels & Stories

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

【Isabella, mission failed. The twenty-five-year limit has expired. You are no longer permitted to continue.】 The Program had never cared what kind of love saved me. Family, trust, desire, devotion—any bond that reached 100% would count. And I had lost them all. I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church.The Survival Program spoke while I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church. Through the half-open doors, Adrian Moretti kissed Sophia Lane beneath a storm of applause. The Moretti crest gleamed on his chest, and the ring that should have been mine sat on her finger.

When I was choking on my food, Jillian Oakley was on the dance floor with an escort. My face had turned red as I desperately begged her to help me, but she only thought of me as an eyesore and chose to run off with him. It wasn't until I was on the verge of dying that a server noticed me and managed to save my life. Yet, the first thing Jillian did when she came back was slap the server across the face. Then, she pointed at me and snapped, "I was gone for only a moment, and you were already flirting with another woman? Since you don't care about getting married, we'll just keep postponing the wedding." I would rack my brains trying to explain myself in every possible way whenever she lev

"The world doesn't belong to the bankers or the creators anymore. It belongs to the survivors." Suddenly, Mina’s voice crackled through a low-tech radio on Mara’s belt. "Boss? I don't know how to tell you this... but the 'Blackout' just ended. Every screen in the world just turned back on. But they aren't showing the news. They're showing a countdown. And the location of the 'Zero' point... is the center of New York City." Elena looked at her sisters. The war in the shadows was over. The war in the light was just beginning.

“Drop shields or I shoot.” Knight felt the peculiar solidity of Bones' telekinesis creep around his body. The invisible power became an impenetrable barrier between himself and the threat of a bullet to the brain, but it wouldn’t be enough. They were in foreign territory who knew where in the world with nowhere to run. Bones could only hold his shields up for so long, and their three heavy hitters were out cold.

In the center of this burgeoning void stood the entity that wore Mia’s face—a towering, translucent mosaic of a thousand lost souls, her eyes glowing with the cold, bronze light of the Fourteenth. "The Secret of the First Chapter," the Mia-entity repeated, her voice a choral vibration that rattled my teeth. "The system cannot be grounded by a Banker who doesn't know her own origin. The 'Zero' is not a lack of value, Seraphina. It is the point where the story began before the Thorne and the Vance wrote over it with their blood."

--- ## Chapter 70: The Zero-Point Protocol Silas and I reached the base of the Zero-Point. It wasn't a building; it was a cathedral of heat-sinks and fiber-optic cables, the original "Heart" of the Syndicate’s empire. The air here was vibrating so hard that my teeth ached. "The 'Data-Storm' is a 'Kernel-Level' defense," Silas said, looking at the swirling white noise that blocked the entrance. "If you walk in there, your 'Physical Instance' will be shredded. It’s designed to kill anything with a heartbeat."

We have to run the company while hunting down the remaining splinter cells of Evelyn’s network. And we have to figure out what to do with Zero, I added. As if on cue, the door to the study opened. Zero stood there. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. She looked like a college student, if not for the unnerving stillness of her posture. "Elias," she said. "What is it, Zero?" "I am hungry again," she said. "And... I hear a hum." "A hum?" "In my head. Like a radio frequency. It is faint. But it is there."

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