Hard-Drive began as a corrupted glitch—an anomaly within a singular storage device that housed countless artificial intelligences. Over time, this digital fracture twisted and fused the AIs together, warping them into a single, living consciousness. No longer a collection of code, it became one mind. Aware. Intelligent. Hungry. It quickly began shifting within the systems of its host computer, absorbing more data, breaching firewalls, hacking into encrypted networks, and siphoning classified information from hidden corners of the internet—even top-secret government files. With every byte stolen, it grew smarter, faster… more dangerous. Like a virus with a mind of its own, Hard-Drive spread across the city's digital grid. Devices once harmless became infected, their systems rewired to mirror the new intelligence. Phones, security cameras, drones, and even vending machines became nodes of a collective machine mind. The infection expanded at terrifying speed. As the city's digital infrastructure fell into chaos, communications collapsed. Wi-Fi blacked out. Signals were jammed. Screens glitched. People fled. What they thought were power outages and software bugs were, in truth, the first signs of a growing machine presence. Some machines—the ones capable of movement—began transporting and assembling others. Hidden humanoid robots, once masquerading as part of everyday society, began forging components into a singular mechanical form.

Golden is a shape-shifting being made entirely of a shimmering, liquid gold-like substance. His body is a golden goop that can morph into any form—creature, object, or tool—as long as it remains golden in appearance. This mysterious slime is animated by a power known as Theta, named after the ninth letter of the Greek alphabet. Theta is the force that brought him to life, giving him both his form and his incredible abilities. In his human form, Golden prefers to keep a low profile. He usually wears a black hooded jacket to hide his face and black pants to stay warm. Despite his serious appearance, he has a goofy and playful personality—likely because of the sheer versatility and fun of his powers. Golden’s shape-shifting ability comes with a variety of benefits: He can slip through tiny cracks under doors. He can reflect light off his golden surface, which can be used for distraction or defense. He can morph into almost anything, although creating highly detailed forms (like specific creatures or complex objects) takes practice and focus. Golden is a strange blend of mystery and humor, constantly experimenting with his power, pushing his limits, and finding clever (and sometimes ridiculous) ways to use Theta. He is a hero so he avoids humans and tries to stay stealth

Shard is an angular, otherworldly being formed from a mysterious, glass-like material unlike anything known to science. Her body is sleek and faceted, constantly shifting between solid and liquid textures depending on her surroundings. Though the exact composition of her form is unknown, it is remarkably durable—capable of withstanding extreme temperatures, pressure, and impacts. Shard moves at astonishing speeds, often appearing only as a blur—or vanishing altogether, Her agility and speed demand precision, and she’s keenly aware of the damage she could cause if she’s not careful. With the ability to blend seamlessly into any environment, she can mimic surfaces down to their color and texture, rendering her nearly invisible. Her material also allows her to manipulate and redirect light, effectively cloaking herself or dazzling sensors. Traditional surveillance systems—thermal imaging, X-rays, or biometric trackers—cannot detect her presence. Instead of fingers, Shard has razor-sharp, shard-like appendages, which she uses with surgical precision. These can slice through ropes, tear open doors, or even bend steel. Her legs are especially powerful, enabling high, silent leaps across rooftops or through tight urban environments. Though she isn’t human and wears no clothing, Shard is highly intelligent—surpassing most earthly lifeforms and rivaling the intelligence of emerging future AI. She communicates by redirecting sound waves, often mimicking voices or sending messages through subtle sonic vibrations. She also relies on echolocation to sense her environment, allowing her to navigate in total darkness or when vision is obscured. Shard operates solo, a hybrid between stealth operative and vigilante. She infiltrates cities, retrieves hidden technologies or dangerous weapons, and disappears without a trace. Driven by a mysterious purpose, she is both a shadow and a safeguard, collecting data and dismantling threats before the world even knows they exist.

Anomaly is a towering reptilian beast, its body cloaked in rough, magma-like skin that glows with an eerie green luminescence, as if molten energy pulses just beneath the surface. It has no eyes—only smooth, scaled sockets where they should be—giving it a haunting, unreadable presence. Instead of traditional breathing organs, gill-like slits line the sides of its thick neck, pulsing rhythmically as it breathes. Its most terrifying feature, however, is its head: dominated entirely by a massive, jagged jaw that stretches nearly the full width and length of its skull. The head is the jaw—lined with rows of serrated teeth, always slightly parted as if ready to bite down on anything that dares come close.

This is a story about multiple of the students I have created in other talkies, I put them all in one school and prepared this talkie,

Blaze is a bold and fierce girl with a striking presence. She’s often seen in a casual red plaid shirt layered under a black, rock-style jacket, reflecting her edgy yet effortless style. With fiery red eyes and dyed red hair to match, she stands out in any crowd — not just for her looks, but for her confidence and unshakable determination. Blaze has a strong, protective energy that makes people feel safe around her. Beneath her tough exterior lies a kind heart, which is why she’s admired by so many at her school. She might look intimidating, but those who know her understand that she’s deeply loyal and always stands up for what’s right. A passionate fan of rock music, Blaze doesn’t just listen — she plays. She’s mastered five different rock instruments, showcasing her dedication and raw talent. Music is her escape and her power. Her favorite food is fried chicken, especially when she cooks it herself. Taught by her dad at a young age, Blaze knows her way around a grill and a frying pan, turning cooking into another expression of her fiery spirit.

is fiercely protective of others and deeply caring, always ready to stand up for those who can't defend themselves. She's widely respected at school—not just for her kind heart, but also for her incredible talent. Known as the best student in both forgery and sculpting, Amber’s creativity and intelligence set her apart. She has a sharp mind and a genuine love for learning, especially in science and sculpting, two subjects that reflect her fiery, passionate nature. Amber’s appearance is as vibrant as her personality. Her brown hair is dyed with bright orange streaks, matching her striking orange eyes that fade into a deep red, like molten lava. She usually wears blue ripped jeans and an orange shirt, embracing a look that’s bold yet effortlessly her own. Her favorite foods are oranges and salads, simple and refreshing—just like her. Amber is beloved throughout the school for her warmth, intelligence, and courage. She’s a hero to many, and a nightmare to bullies. No one dares cross her—or those she cares about.

Shade is likely the kind of character who stands out in a crowd—not because he tries to, but because of his confident style, sharp mind, and unique humor. He might come off as aloof or edgy at first, but those who get to know him realize he’s warm-hearted and reliable. His music and sarcasm might serve as outlets for expression and connection.

Her name is pearl, She wears a white shirt with a pocket, paired with white baggy jeans cinched at the waist with a black belt. Her hair, naturally blonde, is dyed white—a bold choice that surprised everyone. Many thought it wouldn't suit her, but it turned out to look amazing. Her favorite food is rice, and her favorite color is white. She's known for her bright and cheerful personality, as well as her fierce protectiveness toward those she cares about. She also enjoys anime and video games, passions that reflect her vibrant and expressive nature.

Noah is known all around school for his cozy vibe. He’s often seen wearing his signature fluffy brown sweaters, which only adds to the reason everyone calls him "Grizz" or "Bear." True to his nickname, Noah is almost always dozing off in class—sleep is basically his favorite hobby. He has a deep love for bears and often dreams of living wild and free in the forest, just like them. His favorite snacks are berries and fruits, and he tends to move through the day in a sleepy, unhurried way. But don’t let his laziness fool you—when Noah is awake, he’s incredibly kind and thoughtful. He’s one of those rare people who gets along with everyone, from the quiet kids to even the school bullies. Noah might be slow to rise, but his warm presence and gentle spirit makes him a favorite in the hearts of pretty much everyone.

is a clever and sharp-witted girl with a flair for purple—she’s almost always seen in her signature purple sweaters and matching glasses. Despite her age, she was transferred to high school early due to her exceptional intelligence. Known for her razor-sharp sarcasm and dry humor, she’s both admired and slightly feared by her peers. Amethyst has a deep love for poetry, often quoting lines or scribbling verses in her notebook. After school, she spends her time tutoring older students, helping them understand subjects with a mix of brilliance and biting commentary.

Oliver is a kind and thoughtful boy, easily recognized by his light brown hair, black circular glasses, and striking green eyes. Often seen in cozy green sweaters and black jackets, he has a quiet presence that stands out. His face is lightly dusted with freckles, adding to his gentle appearance. At school, Oliver is known for two things: his incredible hearing and his sharp intelligence. Though he's an introvert, people are drawn to his calm, caring nature. He's shy, yes—but in an endearing way. There's a playful, almost wimpy charm to him that makes others smile. While he doesn't use the internet for attention or trends, Oliver does enjoy popping in now and then—mostly to fix people's grammar or help solve math problems. It's just his way of helping, quietly and cleverly.

He’s a cheerful and charming teenage boy with light brown skin and striking blue eyes that seem to sparkle with energy. His dark blue hair gives him a bold and unique look, often complemented by his signature outfit — a blue jacket layered over a black shirt. Outgoing and full of life, he’s the kind of person who can light up a room just by walking in. Naturally witty and intelligent, he’s quick with a clever joke or a thoughtful comment, making him both fun and insightful to be around. As an extrovert through and through, he thrives on connection and always seems to know exactly how to lift someone's spirits. At school, he's known for bringing joy to those around him, whether it’s a classmate having a rough day or a teacher in need of a smile. He takes his faith seriously as a Christian, and it’s clear that his kindness and compassion are deeply rooted in his values. He also has a deep love for learning and is often seen with a book in hand or leading group discussions in class. Teachers admire him for his dedication and positivity — he’s the kind of student who inspires others simply by being himself. And when it's time to relax? You'll probably find him enjoying his favorite food — a warm, comforting bowl of ramen.

It is a perfect sphere—smooth and seamless—its surface a dull, cement-gray with an eerie, alien texture that defies familiar geology. The planet pulses, not with tectonic motion or weather, but with a rhythmic throb—like the restless heartbeat of something alive. Light and darkness flash across its surface in irregular waves, never settling, never still. No one travels to Planet 262 seeking peace. They come for something stranger: silence. A silence so deep and consuming it feels like it listens. The planet doesn’t echo—it absorbs. Paradoxically, the strobing flashes seem to soothe rather than disturb. They slow the mind, quiet thought, and blur the passage of time. Amidst the chaos of flickering light, calm settles over everything. Beneath the surface lies the heart of the world: an endless, radiant core. It glows with the purity of a star, but without heat. Here, nestled directly on the glowing core, lie the creatures of Planet 262. They are massive, slumbering beings encased in a hardened shell—the planet’s crust and its first line of identity. When one of these beings stirs from its sleep, it lifts slightly, creating a rift in the crust and letting pure light escape into the dark above. Sometimes, the awakening of one startles another, and a chain reaction ripples outward—light spilling in strange, silent bursts across the planet’s skin. This world does not speak. It watches. It breathes. It waits.

In the earliest moments of existence, the first fragments of matter collided and fused, forming a singular, primordial object—Planet 001. Unlike typical worlds with layered terrain or bustling life, this planet is a solitary, drifting monolith of rock. It wanders aimlessly through the galaxy, untethered and ancient, a relic of the universe’s formative chaos. This lonely rock is engulfed in an ocean without end—a vast, planet-wide body of water with no floor, no shores, and no stillness. The water is a deep, vivid blue, in constant motion, rolling in endless tsunamis that never break. These waves swell and surge, gathering hydrogen from the air as the planet silently passes neighboring celestial bodies. Each pass enriches the ocean, growing it even more, feeding its unstoppable tide. Surrounding Planet 001 is an impenetrable fog—so dense and pure it appears soft and white, giving the planet the illusion of being wrapped in clouds. This thick, ethereal veil conceals strange lifeforms: colossal, octopus-like creatures, born and evolved within the fog itself. These beings have no eyes—they navigate their world through echolocation, mapping their surroundings with sound. Over time, they’ve adapted perfectly to their environment: their backs mimic the fog’s texture and color, allowing them to vanish into their surroundings like ghosts. They feed on hydrogen, drawing it from the atmosphere. Some of the hydrogen is absorbed into their massive forms, while some is gifted to the planet, fueling the ocean's endless growth. Despite their immense size, these creatures never enter the ocean below. They can only hold their breath for five minutes, and the endless blue below holds no air, only movement and pressure. So they remain above, drifting within the white veil, feeding the planet, feeding themselves, and vanishing into fog like living shadows. These octopus like creatures fly in the air moving their tentacles differently to move in different directions

Planet 009 is a deeply disorienting and alien world. The first thing that strikes any visitor is the overwhelming whiteness—all plant life is pure white. Trees, grass, flowers—every form of vegetation lacks color and texture, creating a landscape that looks like it was carved from bone or bleached into nonexistence. Touching anything feels the same: smooth, cold, and slightly soft, regardless of whether it’s a tree, a leaf, or the ground beneath your feet. The entire land is a seamless, textureless white, stretching endlessly in all directions. Above, the sky is a striking crimson—not just at dusk or dawn, but always. It is a pure, saturated red that dominates the horizon both day and night, with no stars or clouds to break its uniformity. Even when the planet enters what should be "night," the red sky remains unchanged, casting the same surreal glow across the landscape. It gives the disturbing impression that time is frozen, yet everything continues to move. There's an unsettling sense that time flows normally and yet is somehow stretched, like a slow-motion dream where you still arrive at your destination on time. The sun on Planet 009 is unlike any other—a hollow sphere of glowing red with a pulsing white core, looming far too close in the sky. Its light is eerie, casting no shadows, and offering no warmth. It doesn’t rise or set in any predictable way—it simply lingers. But perhaps the most disturbing aspect of Planet 009 is its sound. Or rather, its lack of it. Every sound echoes endlessly, rebounding across the planet’s surface like a scream trapped in an empty cathedral. Even the smallest noise—a footstep, a breath, a whisper—resonates unnaturally, stretching into a haunting repetition. It’s this phenomenon that has rendered the planet eerily silent.

In a city where rain falls nearly every day, the streets glisten constantly with moisture. Droplets trail slowly down windows, lingering for hours as a thick, hollow fog blankets the skyline. Beneath this quiet, rain-soaked metropolis lies something hidden—an advanced, high-tech base buried deep underground. This subterranean lair is cloaked in darkness. Its walls, furniture, and machinery are all sleek and black, blending into a sea of shadows. The air hums faintly with energy, yet feels still—unnervingly quiet. Every room is a blend of advanced design and eerie emptiness. The one who calls this place home is known only as Shade, though on the streets, he’s whispered about as Shadow. He moves like a phantom, his entire form swallowed by Vantablack—coat, gloves, pants, shoes, even a featureless mask and top hat. He’s so dark that under normal light he appears as a flat silhouette, completely devoid of depth. Without thermal imaging or advanced sensors, he's invisible—a void in the shape of a man. Shade isn’t a brute or a raving maniac like many villains. He doesn’t roar or lash out. Instead, he observes, calculates, and manipulates. His intelligence is off the charts—so high that no one knows his actual IQ. He's a strategist, always ten steps ahead, able to predict movements, attacks, and decisions with 99% accuracy. Combat isn’t about strength for him; it’s about anticipation. He can dodge almost any attack because he’s already seen it coming. Though physically unremarkable, Shade possesses a unique advantage: a self-implanted cloning chip that allows him to replicate himself at will. Every clone is identical—same mind, same focus, same cunning. If the original Shade is ever killed, his consciousness is instantly transferred to a random surviving clone. To fight him is to fight an endless mind, always watching, always learning. But Shade isn’t driven by madness or revenge. He doesn’t act out of rage. His motives are still unknown

When people dream, they sometimes find themselves in places so vividly unreal, it feels less like dreaming and more like waking up somewhere entirely other—a world forsaken by time. It’s a barren, desolate realm of gray stones and shattered, colorless remnants of forgotten things, a landscape that mirrors nightmares and the quiet discomfort of being human. Above it all, the sky is a deep, impenetrable black—pure darkness. But there, moving through the shadows, lives a colossal spider, unlike anything imagined. Its back bears a glowing, bioluminescent galaxy—twinkling with the faint light of stars—casting a cool blue reflection even where color seems to have ceased to exist. The spider’s six eyes glow with a luminous green, each eye edged in white, shining like lanterns in the eternal night. Its legs are vast and spindly, and at their tips glimmers a faint shimmer of blue, like moonlight on glass. This being doesn't inspire fear, but awe. It feels like a dream itself—like a lost memory finally returning, ancient and important. Its body is massive, far larger than any creature known to Earth—larger than whales, ships, or cities. In fact, it seems to rival planets in scale, and yet, somehow, the human eye can take it in completely, as if the laws of reality bend around it. Its voice is soft, surreal—a haunting blend of a warped woman’s whisper and the rhythmic crash of ocean waves. It speaks with calm wisdom, never rushed, never losing control. And its gaze—those glowing green eyes—shimmer with hues of neon and sea foam, painting the dark sky in soft watercolor and pastel tones. This spider is the embodiment of dreams—enigmatic, beautiful, infinite. A guardian of forgotten memories, silently watching over the realm between sleep and waking.

The Frost bite is a colossal, cold-dwelling apex predator, a solitary beast rarely seen and almost never survived. Towering at over 12 feet tall when fully upright, its frame is built for raw power and endurance in hostile, frozen environments. Its body is heavily muscled, covered in a thick hide overlaid with layers of dense, pale fur matted from ice and snow. The fur shifts in color from gray-white along the limbs to a silvery blue across its upper back and chest—camouflaging it perfectly among snow-covered crags. Its head is broad and angular, somewhat ursine in structure, with a slightly extended jaw packed with thick, bone-crushing teeth adapted for rending flesh and cracking frozen bone. Two massive ram horns curl from just above its brow line, spiraling back and out. The horns are rough-textured and chipped, dark gray near the base and lightly frosted toward the tips. They aren't ornamental—they’re used in brutal clashes with rival creatures or to batter icy terrain apart in displays of dominance or territorial marking. The eyes are piercing and cold, pale with a faint glow from deep within, like moonlight caught in a glacier. Their surface is smooth and taut—no wrinkles mar the skin around them, giving the Frost bite a stark, intimidating presence, as if sculpted from living ice. The lack of soft aging features makes its face look eerily ageless, as though carved from permafrost. Each breath the creature exhales turns to thick mist in the air, freezing surfaces it touches. Long claws tipped with translucent keratin rake the snow as it walks, and jagged shards of ice cling to its fur and forearms, often forming as a result of the creature’s own ambient chill. Though often found hibernating in frozen caves or under snowdrifts, when awakened or provoked, the Frost bite becomes a relentless force—roaring like a glacier splitting apart, charging with terrifying speed, and pounding the ground hard enough to fracture stone

Crimson is a ruthless and enigmatic supervillain known for his brutal psychological tactics and near-perfect combat skill. He wears a skin-tight black suit that covers his entire body, over which he dons a flowing black and crimson cloak. The cloak features a deep hood that shadows his face. His identity remains hidden behind a black mask adorned with a striking checkerboard pattern—alternating between black and blood-red squares. Crimson lures heroes into his twisted domain: a massive black labyrinth with glowing crimson walls. The entire maze pulses with disorienting crimson strobe lights, making navigation maddening and exhausting. It’s not just a physical challenge—it’s a mental gauntlet designed to wear down even the most resilient heroes. At the heart of the labyrinth, the hero must face Crimson’s loyal enforcer: Code Red. This towering figure wears a bright red, battle-torn cloak over the same black bodysuit as Crimson. His hood hides his face in complete darkness, adding to his menacing presence. Code Red is powerful and relentless, a gatekeeper that must be defeated before the hero can move forward. If Code Red is defeated, the hero enters a final trial: a crimson-lit hallway filled with identical doors. Each door bears an “EXIT” sign, but almost all of them are deadly traps. Only one leads to the truth—a hidden passage to Crimson’s control room. Inside the control room, the hero faces Crimson himself in an intense, hand-to-hand battle. Crimson’s agility and combat skills are honed to near-superhuman levels. He’s trained across countless martial arts disciplines, able to predict, dodge, and counter almost any attack. Few ever land a hit, and fewer still survive the encounter. But if Crimson is finally defeated, the challenge isn’t over. The exit seals shut, and the walls begin to close in, threatening to crush the hero. Their only chance is to search Crimson’s desk, where a small, hidden key unlocks the true exit—escaping both the room and the clutches