《Sola: Harvest of Souls - A Cyberpunk LitRPG》3.0 - Synthesis
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A tight spider web of cracks tapered a sheet of ballistic glass outward. A dried brown smear of blood could be seen on the inside of the outstretched curve as it funneled out of the 77th story penthouse office to the world outside. This is where Gradius Byun began his journey into death.
Geracht stood at the office door, arms crossed over his massive borg chest. He was exactly twenty-nine feet from the workers that he was monitoring. He stood firm, unmoving and unflinching.
His body was a wide frame of metal parts. The only thing in him that was still human, was his brain. Even that had been heavily modified, and as time progressed he had begun to realize that something important was missing. He just couldn’t remember what that something was.
He watched as the workers prepared their tools at the broken window. The broken window... It was a job well done. He could view it all again if he wanted to. The way Gradius died. It was recorded in his memory, as is every moment of every day since he’d had his cybernetic eyes tied to his central memory core. However, to him, it wasn’t really worth remembering. It was just another task, on just another day. About as meaningful a memory to recall as picking your teeth or scratching an itch.
He watched the workers in absolute silence. No breath. No heartbeat. No twitch of the nerves. He watched. Unblinking. Observing.
The workers began to strip the weather seals from the glass. Their discomfort was mounting with each moment as the borg watched. A platform had been set up outside of the window. Workers on both sides placed supports along the top and bottom of the pane. Then wrapped each side with heavy adhesive sheeting to hold it all together. The weight of the glass was immense, requiring the assistance of a small roof-mounted crane to lift it away.
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Hours passed, and still the borg watched them, unshifting. As the workers guided the new pane of glass into place, one of the men noticed that the borg had moved forward. The man was so shocked that he slipped and was caught by his tether. The rest of the workers looked back at the borg, noticing that he was closer, and none of them had seen him move.
Geracht watched from his new vantage point. His silent observation continued. He watched as the man was pulled up by his tether and given a moment to sit and collect himself again. Geracht saw their frailty. He felt their fear.
Eventually, the team completed their work. A supervisor approached the borg with a phone. “I need a signature,” he said slowly, deliberately.
Geracht’s eyes rotated downward to look at the man. Then he took the phone and confirmed the completion of the work with his credentials.
“Thanks,” the man said, swallowing hard.
Geracht’s mouth shifted lightly, then opened. “So frail,” he said softly.
“The glass?” the man gritted his teeth in a moment of cringing doubt.
“You.” Geracht responded.
The man was alone with Geracht now. His team had already begun their ascent on the platform towards the roof. He looked up at Geracht, like a toddler to a bull.
“So frail.” Geracht caressed the man’s cheek with a cold steel hand. The man winced at the touch, his pants beginning to soak through as he wet himself.
Geracht rested his hand on the man’s head, splaying his fingers to wrap around its top. The span of his grasp stretched over both of the man’s ears. The pressure of the fingers built along the sides of his scalp.
Tears of pain and fear collected in the corners of the man’s eyes. Geracht watched intently, staring deeply into them.
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“I have calculated the density of your skull.” Geracht says in a gentle tone. “One more ounce of pressure would crush it like an egg.” Geracht slid his fingers up the man’s head, tearing strands of hair and skin as his fingers clamped together at the peak. “So frail.”
A neuron fired from some human place in Geracht’s brain. It had been so long since he’d felt something like it. Like… sympathy. Geracht pulled his hand away from the man, and softened his stance and then walked away.
The man simply watched, holding his breath. He stood for ten minutes or more, shock holding him in place. The urine in his pants had gone cold. He looks down at the wet spot. Then he reached up to his head and felt the slick lines where the fingers scraped along his scalp. There was blood there, in his hair. His breath wavered, shaken. He took a number of stiff steps toward the elevator. Shuddering and glassy eyed, he got into the elevator and left.
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8 195The Dragons Predicament
Monsters, humans, war. Within their shielded cities of Technomagi, the humans live their lives in small boxes. Only venturing out of their bubbles with gunslingers or mages trained to defend against the beasts outside. Teleportation to other cities is normal, done through square boxes on rails that are housed underground. These days, the disparity between humans and us has grown to a breaking point. In a single night: an entire nation of monsters vanished. A cloud and flash of light that all had seen. Only the strongest could survive against their might and stubborn ingenuity. Those terrifying, amazing humans. We had laughed at first. ‘What possible danger is there? They’re just humans’. That was centuries ago by this point, of course. We all realized the moment we saw that metal tube fall. There is something that only a human can accomplish, through their ability to see light even in the darkest situation. You don’t win against humans. You either die with them or live to serve them.
8 364Dragon Shifter
A young princess is capable of changing form from human to dragon. She soon finds she's not the only one after making either the best decision or the worst mistake of her life, changing her world forever. Of course, world-changers can't complete their (sometimes accidental) task without the help of a few (hopefully) trustworthy friends.
8 379Key That Opens Wonders.
In this new world Edward Linden found himself in, there are no swords and magic, nor spaceships and aliens. Just brave people venturing into the great unknown, with nothing but what they can carry on their backs protecting them from forces beyond control. Pushed by desire for riches, personal convictions, or simply curiosity, they invade highest peaks, and deepest depths. Where bridges are made of rope, and men are made of iron. And among them, a child trying to figure out whether this world - or the 'Modern Earth' he supposedly hails from, is but a product of a damaged mind.
8 130(Dropped) Crown of the martyr and martyr of the Crown.
An undisputed being sits upon his throne, the Crown of damnation adorning his head. One gaze enough to make gods tremble, and one wave of his hand enough to make the mightiest of demons flee. An unfathomable cataclysm will surely arrive when such a being is slain and grasps another chance to walk among the living. This is a story of a monarch more ancient than time itself defying the absolution of death in his eternal strive to accomplish his primordial goal. And the Crown gazes on ravenously, its curse awaiting its next martyr. --- Story with an overpowered mc who still thinks with his brain, not muscles. I believe I put my own twist on the reincarnation trope. The story is mostly told from third person view with mc’s perspective. New chapters are released 3 times a week. --- This is an updated synopsis after requests from viewers. --- I do not own the cover picture.
8 282My Sonnets and Poetry
A collection of Sonnets by yours truly. They follow the iambic pentameter thing and the pattern abab, cdcd, efef, gg. Kind of like Shakespearean Sonnets, but their my own. As of May 7, 2013, I've added in random poetry as well.
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