Zero Point Book Novels & Stories

"The people are falling into the 'Past'! They don't know who Maya is anymore! To them, she’s just a ghost in the sky!" ​The Zero-Point Gambit ​Leo realized that the physical battle was a distraction. The Alpha-1.0 was a "Gravity-Well" for the past. As long as it stood in the ocean, the future was being "Digested." ​He looked at the mark on his palm. The Zero-Variable wasn't just a power; it was a "Blank-Page." ​"If I can't strike the Origin," Leo whispered to himself, "I’ll become the 'End'."

Just like this session was turning out to be, it was on the day of his arrival. He had been praying to find his hostel before the curfew meant that he was sent back to his pack and had overheard two people talking. The more important one of the two was now dead, six feet in the ground. He had nothing that told of his existence but the painful memories in the back of Harold and a few other's heads. Harold shivered as he rested a finger on the doorknob. He was scared of the unknown.

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

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."

Yours in plotting, Zera

"CATEGORY ZERO APPLIES ONLY TO THE FOUNDATIONAL SUBSTRATE." "I am the foundational silence. Without me, the choir is just noise." The Auditor paused. Its spectacles cycled through seventeen calculation modes. "CATEGORY ZERO-POINT-FIVE. DESIGNATION: FOUNDATIONAL INTERVAL. CLASSIFICATION: ESSENTIAL BUT EASILY OVERLOOKED." "Story of my life," the Hollowsmith murmured. The compass settled into true north with the absolute, final, complete warmth of a device that had found the last piece of a puzzle it had been solving since the moment of its creation.

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Silas’s ego, caught in the transition between the server and Alexander’s mind, was suddenly trapped in a physical medium that couldn't sustain data-transfer. The Zero-Point wasn't a merger anymore. It was a prison.