《Mechazoid》v1c3: Pod A142ZX (3)
Advertisement
The dreams ate away at Christian, interrupting his work. It was like a parasite, slowly spreading its control over him. That flag, that damned piece of waving cloth.
Smack.
He slammed his desk angrily. That, however, caused him to notice something in the right corner of his monitor. A small program window offering a text input. Shocking, to say the least, even more shocking than last night's dreams and more shocking than learning he could help the CEOs change the world.
"Hello?" he entered. No response. Whoever had done this was either very antisocial or blind, he scoffed. It was dismissed, less important than doing his part. Various phrases, terminology and numbers cluttered the screen. Christian's life work- literally. Citizens of this world, if you could call them that, often learned coding as their first language and English second. Slowly, through rigorous state-approved training, they would contribute to whatever the System wanted them to do.
As Christian fell into a peaceful trance, free of any curiosity, that nagging feeling had reappeared. His eyes moved instinctually to the right and paused. A reply? It was gibberish, mostly comprising of blanks where letters should have been. It was not code, it was not English, what was it? Alien lifeform? System error? Only one word could be made out: "Help."
"Impossible, you don't just ask for help, the System knows. There's never been a function like this in Code, too. What's going on here?" Christian spoke, breaking his often silent character. Now he was worried. The dreams, this, the work that he couldn't focus on, it was adding up. Fear wrapped around his beating heart. What if the System alerts the Internal Affairs and he gets in trouble?
His voice rose higher and higher, "I think there's something wrong here.. Contr-" then suddenly stopped. Now it was pointless, the threat gone. That unknown window had closed itself as if it was never there. The television was normal, the computer was normal, the pod was normal. Christian wasn't.
Advertisement
Pale, shaky hands did the only thing they knew how to do. Code. He near-doubled his progress, trying to keep those lingering thoughts from distracting too much. Nothing interrupted that stream of code again, only his shift ending.
The prospect of dreaming again tired Christian but he obliged.
Dreams were normal again, finally normal. There was no demonic space battle, no creepy city. This dream had him go off and fight a metal giant in a dark cavern. Blows were exchanged between man and three-story-tall-robot, words too.
"Your way of life has corrupted you. Destroyed your very nature and desires. The only pleasure you get is your false sense of accomplishment and reward." Blasted the iron giant's mechanical voice, shaking glowing crystals.
Christian shrugged it off and threw a rock, lodging itself into the giant's knee. It was uninjured, somehow emboldened even though it took a step back. Green hues shone from the ceiling crystals, revealing a mark on the giant's head. Certainly that was its weakness as all other forms of attack had been unsuccessful so far. Christian used his staff and superhuman strength to break off a large chunk of rock, piercing the metal on the giant's head. It collapsed, kneeling first before falling over. The victor walked over smugly, inspecting the corpse.
As Christian thoroughly checked to see if the monster was really dead, he noticed something strange. From the waist above, the giant was still hot; it showed signs of life. Metal hands latched onto Christian, his squirming of no use. He stared into its glass eyes, finding them lifelike. Suddenly, his reflection was replaced with a man. Bulky green clothes and a rifle were all he could make out, the image flickered too fast for Christian to tell what the man looked like.
He woke up.
Advertisement
The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King
In a rotted away castle, Ashta awoke as a Demon King. With his ‘wisdom from a past life,’ he would rule over his lands as a thorough ‘realist.’ “Demon King, why are you attacking the level 1 Heroes?” “Defeat them before they become stronger. That is called strategy.” “Demon King, why are you sending fake money to the enemy country?” “To bring chaos to their economy so they will self-destruct.” “The werewolf troops have attacked. Should we use silver bullets?” “Not bullets, shoot them with canons.” And like that, Ashta ‘reformed’ the old tendencies. He became a lord who was loved by the people and his subordinates and would go on to be called the most powerful Demon King in history.
8 839Goblin Progenitor
Jon was finishing up another horrible date, one among many, thinking about how alone he felt now more than ever. When suddenly fate shined its bright headlights of Resurrection onto him.Lighting up a path to never feeling alone again! In a goblin horde!? As the mythical Goblin Progenitor! I would like to apologize in advance for the first few chapters - as they are not super coherent in grammar or past present tenses. I try to improve as I go, the further chapters I feel are a lot better. I will keep striving to improve the story and fix things when the chance presents itself
8 573I Have to Text my Ex, or the World Explodes
Do you have an anus? If you do, here's a great little nonsensical story for you to turn off your brain and read while you're stuck in the toilet with nothing to do. Here's the premise of my new story: Andrew Garage thought he was the Chosen One.Stuck in a time loop that reset whenever a meteor crashed to Earth, he was determined to save mankind and get himself out of the loop. On his seventh try, he finally eliminated the catastrophic meteorite with an Antimatter Gun.However, a self-proclaimed Goddess suddenly appeared and sent Andrew back into the loop again because he saved the world 'the wrong way'. As Andrew bitterly scavenged for solutions, he found out that the reason the meteor kept crashing into Earth because. . . he kept ignoring his exes' texts. Great for people with anuses and people who want to destroy meteorites. Not recommended for people who expect actual logic like NOT winning the lottery five times in a row.
8 89Wanderlust
After having been given a prophecy at the Imperial Palace in New Tokyo, Sumire decides she's going to do some soul searching on an adventure to fulfill it. Nobody knows where it'll lead to, least of all the people involved. Wanderlust is a fantasy, action / adventure through California after a nearly apocalyptical event shatters the United States into the Divided Territories of America. The new wild west has started filled with guns, mist, swords, armor, and of course magic spellslingers. It has multiple points of view, mainly following two women in a story of connection, revenge, and focuses heavily on character development. I hope you enjoy. - - - A note on tags: as of writing there is currently no sexual content, but that will change later as the story progresses.
8 90Dragon Boy
Chapter One of a story I started. I'm only posting chapter one to get some feedback so I can see what works and what doesn't.It was a normal assignment: "parent" an egg for two weeks to learn about responsibility. For Kyle, however, the end of the assignment brings about a whole new beginning.
8 181How to write a book
My method will help you with everything you'll need in order to write a book or a story. The beautiful new cover is by shining-diamonds! CONTENTS Why this method was created How this method was created Inspiration Creating conflict The pitch Inventing characters Mapping your world Making a story overview Writing a catchy beginning Working on one chapter at a time Descriptions Writer's block Coming up with a title Finishing the first draft Revision Common mistakes Little writing assignments This book used to be called writing a book in eight steps, but I've revised it and made it better.
8 122