Novels by Ak Faith

The boots of the Thorne security units hit the wet pavement and that made Jayden’s skin crawl. He pressed himself deeper into the gap between two rusted shipping containers, the rough corrugated metal biting into his shoulder.The red wash of the drone’s searchlight swept past his hiding spot, missing his face by inches.Jayden didn’t breathe. In the old world, in the Grid, he would have checked his stamina bar. He would have looked for a stealth multiplier or a prompt telling him he was hidden. Now, there was only the smell of ozone and the stinging sensation of rain hitting the raw skin around his neural port.The drone hovered at the end of the alley, its rotors whining. It was waiting for a flicker of heat or a stray movement. Jayden watched it through the gap. He wasn't looking for a weak point in the code. He was looking at the physical tilt of the chassis, the way the lens shifted left to right. He was learning how the machine thought without needing a system readout to expl

The darkness that claimed Jayden wasn’t the sterile, programmed void of the system. It was heavy and damp. When his eyes finally flickered open, the world didn’t snap into high-definition clarity. It dragged itself into view, grainy and dim, illuminated only by the erratic blinking of a single amber LED on a server rack nearby.He didn't move. This time, he didn't immediately check a HUD for a quest marker or a health bar. He just listened to the sound of his own shallow breathing. It was ragged and pathetic, a reminder that his physical shell was currently a liability. But beneath the exhaustion, there was a new, cold clarity.“Jayden? Are you awake?” The voice came from the monitor. It was Fiona, her digital form stabilized but restricted to the confines of the workshop’s local network.Jayden shifted, his muscles groaning as he pushed himself upright. His charred fingers brushed against the metal desk, sending a jolt of sharp pain through his arm.“I’m here,” he croaked. He looke

The handwriting on the note felt like a phantom touch. Jayden stared at the words until they blurred, his chest heaving with the simple effort of standing. “Don't waste the second chance.” It wasn't just an invitation; it was a warning.[ WARNING: PHYSICAL STRESS EXCEEDING CURRENT THRESHOLD. ADRENALINE RESERVES AT 4%. ]"I don’t care about the reserves, Iris," Jayden rasped. He lowered himself into the high-backed operator’s chair in front of the neural deck. It was fashioned from scavenged aeronautic parts, smelling of old leather and ozone. The setup was a chaotic masterpiece of jury-rigged genius…wires snaking across the desk like copper vines, all leading to a central, glowing interface.[ THE FRAGMENTATION SECTOR IS ENCRYPTED, ] Iris warned, her voice flickering through his neural port. [ A DIRECT DEEP-DIVE WILL TRIGGER A SYNAPTIC COLLAPSE IN YOUR CURRENT STATE. YOUR BODY CANNOT WITHSTAND THE FEEDBACK OF THE SYSTEM’S DELETE PROTOCOLS. ]Jayden stared at the black slab of the d

The first thing Jayden felt was a strange, clinical cold. It was the kind of cold that didn't just sit on the skin but seemed to settle into the marrow of his bones. His eyelids felt like they had been soldered shut, heavy and resistant to the frantic commands of his brain. When he finally forced them open, the world didn't come into focus all at once. Instead, it arrived in jagged, blurry streaks of amber and cobalt light.He wasn't in the alley. The smell of rain and wet garbage had been replaced by the sharp, sterile scent of ionized air and soldering flux.Jayden tried to sit up, but a wave of vertigo slammed into him, pinning his shoulders back against a hard, padded surface. He groaned, the sound raw and scratching in his throat. His body felt hollow, as if someone had reached inside and scooped out everything but the bare essentials required to keep a pulse.He blinked, his vision finally stabilizing. He wasn't in a hospital, and he certainly wasn't back in the Thorne contai

The dark hallway felt like the throat of a dying beast, its concrete walls weeping with condensation and the smell of ozone. Jayden stumbled forward, his bare feet sticking to the cold, industrial linoleum with every frantic, uneven step. Behind him, the heavy containment doors of the laboratory had hissed shut just seconds before the ventilation system could flood the room.He could still hear the muffled, rhythmic throb of the emergency sirens through the steel, a heartbeat of pure panic that echoed his own.He didn't look back. There was no time to mourn the man he had been ten minutes ago, or to marvel at the fact that he was actually breathing real air. He pushed through a heavy service exit near the laundry lift, the metal bar burning cold against his palms.The biting, rainy air of the city slammed into his chest, stealing what little breath he had left. Jayden scrambled into the nearest alleyway, his lungs burning as if he’d swallowed lye. The city of the real world wasn't

"The system is under new management," Jayden croaked.The words felt like shards of dry glass tearing through his throat, raw and rattling, but they carried a resonance that made the air in the sterile lab vibrate. He wasn't looking at the doctor anymore. He was looking through him, his gaze fixed on the digital pulse of the room. To his physical eyes, the laboratory was a dim, red-lit mess of overturned trays and sparking monitors. To his mind, it was a skeletal framework of glowing copper veins and data streams.Jayden let out a sharp, ragged breath, his lips curling into a weak smirk. For a split second, the sensation of the cold floor beneath his bare skin felt like a victory lap. He was out. He had survived the deletion, the traitors, and the literal ghosts of his past. He was back in the world where he had a name and a body, ready to take back everythong Marcus Thorne had stolen.The doctor, stumbling backward until his spine hit a metal cabinet, didn't look like the confident