《B1nary Bl00d》Chapter 7
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Well... right off the bat I've got a problem. Outside of the pod is a vacuum, and not the kind used to clean floors. I look around and see a red button with the words OPEN DOOR written under it. Now I have to think of a way to open the door, and not die from being sucked out at (literal) break-neck speeds.
Alright, I've come up with an idea. I strap myself back into the chair, then use a small strand of my nanites to push the button.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! is all I can think. I think I shattered my left arm. My plan failed horribly. Instead of my seat holding me in place, it just flew out with me. Although I guess a shattered arm is better than failing the mission and dying. looking at my arm, I use the nanites to lock it in the L position. I also lock my shoulder in place. I wonder if constitution would help it heal? I guess I should have maxed it out before I opened the door.
I adjust my nanite distribution and max out constitution. Once I do that, the pain in my arm greatly diminishes. Now that I am no longer in excruciating pain, I look around at my surroundings.
I look up and what I see surprises me. The outer shell is nearly five-hundred feet up. And there are machines all throughout the place. The whole place has an almost abandoned look. Everything is white or unpainted. It barely looks like there has ever been life here, which makes sense, after all. It is an automated station.
I am surprised there aren't any security or repair bots though. I did punch a big hole in their station after all. I should probably get going in case security is on its way.
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I start walking away, looking to see if there are any important looking machines. I walk for a few hours, but don't see anything important looking. Then suddenly I hear a voice announcing,
"ATTENTION PERSONEL, OUTER HULL BREACH SEALED."
Well, that's good. I think. I dismantle my vacuum suit. I leave it on my left arm though, to act as a splint. I don't want to risk making it worse.
I give up on finding something important looking. I'm just going to start breaking things at random. I move my building nanites among the machinery and try to pry them apart, but that doesn't really work. Then I have an epiphany. I try directing my nanites consume the machinery. And it works! My nanites start to consume the machines. Then I get an even better message.
Nanites have reproduced nanite count: 51/50
This is great! This greatly increases my destructive capabilities. This should make this far easier. I have my nanites keep eating the machines until there are double the amount as before. I want to make a hole in the floor, but need to make another vacuum suit. I do this then keep making more nanites until I get this message.
Max nanite count reached. For more nanites become smarter.
Then I remember I allocated all of my nanites to constitution. Ah the feeling of getting smarter, how awesome it is. I have the nanites keep eating the machines until I hit max again, but by now I'm tired, so I inflate my air mattress and go to sleep.
I wake up and after an hour of trying, get the airbed back in its stupid little container. I check my building nanite number and see it's at 317/50. Now to open a hole in the floor. As a precaution, I make a cocoon of nanites to hold me to a machine. I don't want to get sucked out should it prove to open to a vacuum. I have the nanites make the hole, then, to my horror, I'm sucked out too.
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Torn World
Nathan Jones is an 18-year-old who has just recently been accepted into his favorite college. To celebrate, he invites his friends to a vacation on an island in the Bahamas that was just recently made tourist-friendly. Little did they know that the island was a magic portal into a different world like in the Light Novels that Nathan read in his spare time. In this world, there are demons roaming about and destroying kingdom after kingdom after escaping the Great Abyss made by the first hero of the land Liathys. Being 4 Legendary classes, it is up to these 4 friends to use their godly powers to restore peace to the world, all of them doing it in their own way. The original title was "In A Torn World Where Cheat Specs Save Our Lives", but I thought it was too long so I changed it to simply "Torn World".
8 119Eldritch, Fragments from the Abyss
A black monolith stands before my eyes, images and letters of all sort are engraved, some normal, other bizarre, many confuse and contort, pictures of beasts and monsters confuse themself in the thin white letters that are all over the monolith, I realize that they are stories, stories on the Eldrich and unknown.This is not a single story but a collection of short stories inspire by H.P. Lovecraft, E.A. Poe and other writers of strange fiction.Read them in every order that you like. I am looking for an editor, if someone wants to help me avoid typos please contact me.
8 139The Eternal Vigil
The year is 2220, a time when governments and nation-states are slowly becoming a thing of the past. Instead, all prominent parts of human society are now organizing around the commands of three great Artificial Intelligences, owned and operated by the world's largest corporation. World peace has been achieved, and the very word 'politics' has disappeared from people's lips. Religion has largely disappeared, replaced in some parts by worshipping of the great AIs, but mostly substituted by a devotion to material goods and faith in the market. There is now a general consensus that the best form of government has been found. No, it is not democracy, nor is it autocracy or oligarchy. Instead, it is technocracy - rule by the learned, the intelligent, and the skilled. And who are more learned, intelligent, and skilled than the great AIs? Exactly, no one. The AIs will correct some market failures once in a while, but shall otherwise let the market be free. After all, the freer the market, the freer the people. Some may question how society advanced to this stage, but that is all they will do - question. Because they will not find answers, for history is no longer taught anywhere. After all, it is not a practical subject. One cannot get a decently paying job with a history degree. Society doesn't have any time for people to idly ponder about the past. No, this is a practical society of practical people: engineers, doctors, lawyers, developers, managers, bankers, soldiers, and the such. My name is Aiden Scivit and I used to be one such practical man: minding my own business, doing my job, with the faith that hard work will always be rewarded by the market...and that politics and philosophy were things thought of by idly people who leech off society. But this all changed, and here is my story, my history. Just because the stories of ages long past have been erased, does not mean that a brand new beginning cannot be created. The story is already finished but I still need to do some editing so a chapter should be released each day for a month. It is a bit political, as you can probably tell by the introduction, so there is that (it will low-key read like a philosophy dump 10% of the time, so really it's like Atlas Shrugged but liberal and worse lol). Also, I actually wrote this in grade 10 as part of my MYP Personal Project, and recently touched up on it for online publication. Finally, if you find the writing style passable and are interested in my other works, check out the one in the link below. It is a fantasy set in the Ancient Greek world, and is completed and uploaded in full: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/35099/the-oresteia-modernized
8 196Cairo
Beaten, Scarred, tortured, and deprived of all emotion, Cairo wants nothing more but to find his happiness again. After being imprisoned and forced to murder for his survival inside of the Gulag for five years, a conundrum of mysterious explosions leads to his long-overdue escape. Seven years have passed since then, and for the past six months, Cairo has been staying at a lowly bar in the small town of Worcester. With the world around him filled with the Gifted—those who possess inhuman abilities—most of his days are spent hiding in the shadows of his hood, avoiding any and all human contact. However, once an axe-wielding maniac barges into the tavern he’s staying at, Cairo is forced into an unpredictable situation: save the innocent bartender that is forced under the axe, or run away, just like he always has. Urging to fight against the sight of bloodshed, Cairo stops the axe-wielder, only to realize that the bartender planned this, hoping to reveal his identity from the start, and uncover the hidden truths lying within his hood.
8 138FORSAKEN
A school getting summoned. A young man being left out and his cheat ability.The tale of a mere human rising from the bottom, to the throne of the strongest demon country of this fantasy world. What hardships will he encounter along the way?Tagged [18+] for Strong Language, Sex, Violence.There's also brother-sister incest. If you dislike that sort of thing, please refrain from reading this.More Information: I didn't put Comedy in the tag because I don't know if my humor would amuse readers. Though I said "hardship" it won't hurt your heart as much as Tate no Yuusha manga. Also, I'm not too used to western novels, resulting in me only being familiar to Japanese WN/LN. That's why please don't diss me for using 'honorifics' and Japanese things in my story.
8 115Vikings, Mini Drabbles
Bite size little Vikings fics, modern Au, Athor fics.
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