Zero With Slash Novels & Stories

My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body. Anyway, my next class is Ap physics with Mr. Daniels, he's strict and he hates students that are late unless you have a pass from your last teacher stating why you are late for his class. ( Mr.Daniels) alright, kids today we have a new student named Lucas Santiago he's just transferring here from New York. Alright, Mr. Santiago please take a seat next to Ms. Sinclair, please. Now that the introduction is over let's begin to review what we learned from last week, cause there will be 79 question tests on Friday, so take notes and pay attention.

"Actually, we would like to see Zero." A look of comprehension spread all over the woman's face and she smiled. "Oh! Miss. Zero. A minute please, let me get her on the line." She picked up a phone on her desk and dialed some numbers. After speaking for a bit, she turned to them. "Miss. Zero will see you on the playground." She pointed back the same way they had come. "You just passed i-"

Diana was beautiful, zero. Shekinah wasn't bad, zero. Zero! All damn zeros!

Samuel leaned in. "Those are the numbers for the primary vault," I said. My voice was suddenly clear. Sharp. "But you missed the sub-directory, Samuel. 3-0-0-5. The 'Dead Man’s Switch' protocol." Samuel’s smile vanished. "What are you talking about?"

Behind the zero two, zero three zero four is also a brow, zero two footsteps stop,: "What's the matter with you?" Zero one looked up and looked sharp: "Don't touch her."

He was systematically unmaking her, deleting the very concept of her existence from the foundational architecture of the network. "Sophia, your sync rate is plummeting! The deletion virus is eating through the external buffers like acid!" Zero’s voice crackled over the comms, but it no longer sounded like a transmission from the physical world. It resonated from within the data-stream itself, vibrating with a strange, harmonic purity.

Lizzie, on the other hand, was leaning on the arm of the sofa, grinning from ear to ear like a shark. “Sit,” Valour said, pointing to the hard chair in front of his massive desk. I sat down gently, looking down with a fake remorse. “A zero.” He said the word like it was a curse. “Out of one hundred. Not a forty. Not a twenty. A zero.” I didn’t say anything.