More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier

More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier

  • WpView
    GELESEN 666
  • WpVote
    Stimmen 42
  • WpPart
    Teile 12
WpMetadataReadLaufend1h 59m
WpMetadataNoticeZuletzt aktualisiert Sa., Nov. 19, 2016
I stood in shock as the glowing blue liquid drained out of the tube. The red haired man, who's eyes were still closed, collapsed heavily to the ground. I blinked, my brain wanting to help, but my body remaining frozen. The man began to cough loudly, pushing himself to his knees, hands braced against the cold ground. Wires and nodes were attached to him, seemingly embedded into his bare skin. When he managed to collect himself, he looked up at me, mocha eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the other two bio tubes. "Thank you." He panted and stood, wincing as the wires tugged behind him. "Who are you?" I asked, completely stunned. "I'm the man behind the mainframe." He states with a mischievous grin, eyes glittering brightly. I shook my head. "No, I meant your name." "I'm Mark. I'm the one that got you into this mess, and I am really sorry, but, we should get those two and start running..." And just like that, with those words, I was a wanted man. •••• Everyone knows about Google, one of the largest Web browsers on the Internet. So, it wasn't too big a shock when they announced they were coming out with a line of "personal assistant" moduel robots. Hell, it was just as impressive as Apple coming out with the IPhone 7. And much like the imminent interest in the newest IPhone, everyone wanted a module of their own. Sean had too, but he gained his in another way after stumbling upon an abandoned module while he was taking a late night walk. What Sean -and everyone else in the world, for that matter- doesn't know is that the Google Corporation is actually harboring something deeper and more sinister behind the workings and makings of these bots. A secret that could easily diminish the entire Corporation if discovered. A secret they're willing to kill for. But, when a man going by the name of Mark starts communicating with Sean and needing his help, he's willing to go all in to figure out why? {From Sean's POV}
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
#34
seanmcloughlin
WpChevronRight
Werde Teil der größten Geschichtenerzähler-CommunityErhalte personalisierte Geschichtenempfehlungen, speichere deine Favoriten in deiner Bibliothek und kommentiere und stimme ab, um deine Community zu vergrößern.
Illustration

Vielleicht gefällt dir auch

  • The Art Class (MXM)
  • The Threads That Bind Us: An AntiSepticEye Origin Story
  • Forever His
  • Boy From Nowhere
  • Control- An Antisepticeye Story
  • Echo of the Past
  • I Love You | Septiplier✔️
  • 🌻hate me if you can season-2🌻[ Completed ]
  • Tongue-Tied (Boyxboy)

Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

Mehr Details
WpActionLinkInhaltsrichtlinien