Lord Turtle the First

Ripjaw

052

He disengaged the Z-Dragger, the world snapping back to its normal, sluggish pace. He took a breath he didn't need, the habit of a lingering ghost of his humanity.

“Something happened to me a week ago, Alyna,” he began, his voice surprisingly steady. “I got jumped by Red Obsidian whil...

051

He walked into a sex shop called “Chrome & Flesh,” its entrance flanked by flickering holographic dancers. The air inside was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, recycled air, and a faint, chemical tang of sterilization fluid. The walls were lined with body mods of every conceivable ty...

050

“The diversion was successful,” Ray stated, his voice even, though a hint of confusion entered his tone as he processed her aggressive posture. “Didn’t Leon update you?”

“Update me?” she shot back, stopping just short of him, her voice tight with a fury that felt different fro...

049

As the snap charged, a long, serrated blade slid from each of his forearms with a pneumatic hiss. Ray’s own forearm blade met the assault. He dropped low, intending to drive his blade up into the softer armor of the man’s thigh, but the snap was already twisting mid-air.

The bl...

048

“The escort mission wasn’t the job,” Leon said. “It was the cover. It was my ticket into West Line with a capable, deniable team that wouldn’t raise any flags on a corporate watchlist.” He paused, and they could hear the distant, echoing shriek of a monorail in the background. “My r...

047

Lina’s quiet voice, laced with a soft, uncharacteristic curiosity, broke her reverie. “Good news?”

Alyna’s eyes snapped open, her grin widening, her previous fatigue forgotten. “Just got my hands on a monster of a computer. Military-grade processing core, liquid cooling, its own d...

046

Through the rear window, he saw her brother standing alone in the alley, shoulders slumped. As the Kurai ghosted out onto the street, its aggressive lines slicing through the neon haze, Ray felt a brief, unfamiliar flicker of something that might have been pity.

Inside the car, the silence...

045

The city sprawled below him, a vast, living tapestry, alive and endless. Exploding colors from holo-ads and towering signs painted the skyscrapers in shifting shades of electric blue, vibrant pink, and alien green. Cars streamed up and down the illuminated arteries of the city, their lights like ...

044

The car stopped, idling, its engine a low, confident purr. The headlight turned off. The driver’s door opened and a man stepped out—a pale, twitchy, corporate type, his dark hair slicked back so hard it seemed to pull his thin, sallow skin taut across his sharp cheekbones. He wore an expensiv...

Synthetic Ghost

Ideas for the story.

Hello everyone!
A few hours ago, I asked the readers on the newest chapter posted on Royal Road to share their ideas of potential constructs, shapes, or things Ray could try to experiment with.
Here is the link for those who are curious:
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043

Ray eased the bike into the stream of late-afternoon traffic, the engine quiet beneath them as he switched to full electric mode, its low hum seeming to calm his own internal hum. Neon light slashed across them, painting their world in electric, transient blue and pink. The air was thick—not ju...

042

“Hey Ray. Wanna smoke?” Julia asked, her voice a little rough, a little too casual as she held out a thin cigar.

Ray gazed at her, searching her sharp, green-blue eyes for what she was really asking. The chemicals in the cigar had no effect on him now, but the ritual, the invitation to ...

041

Lina’s eyes grew distant, the city’s relentless lights reflected in their watery depths as if she were staring years backward into a past only she could see. She took a slow, deliberate drag of her cigar, holding the smoke for a moment before letting it drift out into the apartment's style, r...

040

Ray’s throat tightened. He had to cut in, had to build the wall before Arty’s genuine grief could breach it. He forced his voice steady. “I’m all right. I swear. I’d just left to grab something to eat right after you did. When the loader went nuts, I got swept up in the stampede. People...

039

As the dust began to clear, slowly revealing the horror, the terrified crowd saw the juggernaut rise—slower this time, its movements slightly more ponderous, but no less relentless. Its eyes burned even hotter now, twin crimson suns, the demonic energy flickering across wounds that sealed and r...

A Chronicle of a World Forged in Conflict

The history of the 21st century and beyond is not written in the annals of nations, but in the bloody ledgers of corporations. These five major conflicts reshaped the globe, transforming society, technology, and the very definition of humanity.

❖ The First Corporate War — "The Vietnam ...

2025-06-20 19:42:17 +0000 UTC View Post

NANITE

Juggernaut

038

A string of matches followed—robots rolling, stalking, clambering, each with its own mad purpose. With every round, the crowd grew more heated, bodies pressed tight in the stands, a river of sweat and static and shouts. The air vibrated with metallic shrieks, the bass of distant speakers, and t...

037

"They changed location, but I got a lead. It’ll take two more days to get her." Ray sent the message through the interface of the dead hired gun, voice filtered and clipped to match the killer’s. It should buy him enough time—just enough—to finish moving his family to the new apartment. 2025-06-18 19:29:15 +0000 UTC View Post

Ray and his mother

036

Ray’s voice was barely above a whisper. “What do you think?”

Alyna’s gaze dropped to the rent displayed at the bottom of the listing, the number stark and intimidating. “Eleven thousand a month?” 

Ray nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. ...

Alyna

035

Ray felt her intent—tender, hungry, achingly genuine—humming in the small, charged space between them. His throat tightened. A sudden, unexpected wave of pure, cold panic pulsed through his body. The gentle, rhythmic motion of Alyna’s hand tracing idle patterns along his arm sent both a dee...

034

The proprietor—known only in the underworld as the Hoarder—sat behind a heavy, steel-mesh counter, backlit by a large, unmissable, hand-painted sign that read:

EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE. NO REFUNDS. NO JUDGMENT. NO QUESTIONS.

He was rail-thin, almost skeletal, wrapped in a flamboyant...

033

Ray had sent his motorcycle to a secure, long-term parking garage via its remote piloting system. 

A quiet walk, he thought, might help Alyna relax, help her process the fresh, disturbing revelation of her parents' doing.

“How are you feeling?” Ray asked gently as they moved ...

032

Ray swallowed hard, the weight of those simple, heartbreaking words crashing over him with the force of a physical blow. Alyna moved to stand beside him, her presence a silent and comforting warmth in the sudden chill. Uncertainly, then with a newfound, quiet determination, she reached out and sl...

031

 "You fainted," he said, the lie feeling thin and inadequate. "They must’ve done something to you—some kind of coercive mod, maybe... a shutdown trigger."

Her face tensed, her jaw clenching, a flicker of her old fire returning to her eyes. "Of course they did," she said, her voice ...