Novels by Mishra

Laila scrambled toward the flickering holographic console that controlled the facility’s internal sensors. Her lungs burned, a sharp, metallic tang clinging to every inhale, but she didn’t slow down. The synchronization with Omar was tearing her mind apart, a constant, abrasive friction that felt like dragging sandpaper across her consciousness."You’re playing a game you don't understand, Zaid!" Laila barked, her fingers dancing across the console’s interface. She wasn't trying to fight him anymore, she was trying to break the link. "This relay isn't a battery. It’s an open bleed! If you push this, you’ll blow the power grid and half this mountain with it."Zaid didn't even turn around. He was focused on the tablet, his thumb hovering over a red command icon that would bridge the gap between Omar’s brain and the regional drone swarm. "Better a mountain of rubble under my control than a kingdom of dust under yours, Laila. Initiate the feed."Omar, suspended in the center of the room,

Laila slammed into the mercenary’s chest, her mechanical heart screaming as the impact forced a feedback loop through her neural link. The mercenary didn't even grunt; he just shoved her backward with a hand the size of a dinner plate. Laila hit the cold concrete floor, her vision flickering into a strobe effect of grey and white."Laila!" Omar’s voice wasn't his own. It was layered, a chorus of digital echoes, as his body stood up with the rigid, jerky precision of a marionette being pulled by invisible wires.Zaid paced around them, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. "Watch him, men. The sync is reaching critical mass. He’s starting to interface with the local relay, whether he wants to or not.""He’ll die," Laila gasped, clawing at the dust, trying to push herself up. Her left arm, usually a marvel of silent, pneumatic efficiency, let out a high-pitched whine. "The strain… it’s going to melt his synapses.""Then we’ll harvest what’s left," Zaid said, not looking at her. He

"I’m still human, Zaid," Omar spat, the words distorted by a rhythmic, metallic hum that seemed to vibrate directly from his own marrow. His arm remained locked in that unnatural, clawed position, drawing invisible arcs of kinetic energy from the scorched air. "And you’re just a scavenger with a dead god’s remote control."Zaid didn’t blink. He merely tapped a sequence into his tablet, and the air around Omar erupted in a localized discharge of ozone. Omar doubled over, his vision splintering into a kaleidoscope of red and black static. He wasn't seeing the room anymore. He was seeing the grid the shimmering, agonizing pulse of every automated system within a ten-mile radius. It was a cacophony of digital screams."Laila," Omar wheezed, falling to his knees. "The signal… it’s rewriting my motor cortex. I can see the drones. There are six of them circling the ridge. They’re cold. So, so cold."Laila lunged forward, ignoring the mercenary who stood over her with a serrated blade leveled

"He’s not a battery, Zaid!" Laila screamed, her voice cracking as the sync-bond pulsed a jagged, neon warning across her vision. "If you force the connection, the feedback will liquefy his frontal lobe!"Zaid stepped forward, unbothered by the static that began to curl around his own boots like black smoke. He tapped his tablet, and the green waveforms on the screen spiked violently. "Liquefaction is a small price for total air superiority, girl. Imagine—every drone, every turret, every autonomous patrol unit in the Rift linked directly to his neural cortex. No more radio lag. No more targeting errors. He won’t be a man anymore; he’ll be the server.""I’m still here," Omar gritted out, his teeth grinding together so hard he tasted copper. His right arm snapped upward, fingers splayed as if catching a heavy weight, though there was nothing there but thin, electrified air. "I’m not… your hardware.""You lost the right to choose the moment you stepped into the Burj’s shadow," Zaid sneere

"Omar," Zaid whispered, the name sounding like a glitch in the desert air. He tapped a command into his tablet, and the green waveforms turned a steady, predatory red. "Or should I call you 'The Antenna'? The last few hours have been a masterclass in unintentional disruption. You’ve scrambled my perimeter sensors from three miles away."Omar’s vision swam. He tried to lock his knees, but his muscles felt like they belonged to someone else—someone who was currently vibrating at a frequency that made his teeth ache. He looked at Laila. The azure light in her eyes was dimming, oscillating in time with his own erratic heartbeat."Don't listen to him, Omar," Laila snapped, her voice trembling. "He doesn't want you. He wants the signal you're bleeding. He wants to turn every civilian in the Rift into a puppet for his drones."Zaid chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that rattled in his throat. He gestured with the tablet. One of his mercenaries, a mountain of a man with hydraulic pistons repla

"Omar," Zaid whispered, the name sounding like a glitch in the desert air. He tapped a command into his tablet, and the green waveforms turned a steady, predatory red. "Or should I call you 'The Antenna'? The last few hours have been a masterclass in unintentional disruption. You’ve scrambled my perimeter sensors from three miles away."Omar’s vision swam. He tried to lock his knees, but his muscles felt like they belonged to someone else someone who was currently vibrating at a frequency that made his teeth ache. He looked at Laila. The azure light in her eyes was dimming, oscillating in time with his own erratic heartbeat."Don't listen to him, Omar," Laila snapped, her voice trembling. "He doesn't want you. He wants the signal you're bleeding. He wants to turn every civilian in the Rift into a puppet for his drones."Zaid chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that rattled in his throat. He gestured with the tablet. One of his mercenaries, a mountain of a man with hydraulic pistons repla