XYNORA: THE WAR MACHINE

XYNORA: THE WAR MACHINE

In Boonhaven, survival is simple: feed the parasite or die. Once a thriving metropolis, Boonhaven now rots under the weight of its own corporate excess—a city where addiction is currency, labor is punishment, and death is just another line item on a quarterly report. Trapped in its gutter is a young man clinging to life with a battery pack fused to his gut—a parasitic relic from a mysterious overdose that should have ended him. Instead, it made him worse: dependent, half-machine, slowly breaking. When news of his mother’s death finally cuts the last thread tethering him to Earth, he enlists in Agboli Aerospace’s military, signing away what’s left of himself for a one-way ticket to Xynora, a war-ravaged planet where corporations wage meatgrinder battles of attrition over minerals and madness. Because on Xynora, the war doesn’t just kill you—it bends you. Wormhole training fractures your sense of time, AI augmentation rewrites your instincts, and by the time your boots hit dirt, you’re not even sure what species you belong to anymore. The protagonist—barely recognizable as human—is dropped into a slaughterhouse where reality unravels, comrades are erased mid-sentence, and biomechanical war beasts hunt without logic or mercy. But worse still is what’s happening inside him. The implant isn’t just feeding off him—it’s doing something stranger. Something quantum. It traps him in looping interrogations, rewinds time, pulls him into the mind of an Agboli executive decades in the past, and then slams him back into the war with a scream and a nosebleed. And when freedom finally comes? It’s only so the real nightmare can begin. THE WAR MACHINE is Michael Crichton filtered through the body horror of David Cronenberg , sharpened with George R.R. Martin’s ruthlessness, and dipped in the quantum paranoia of Black Mirror . It’s not just a war story—it’s a slow, unrelenting descent into a future where identity fractures, reality bleeds, and survival means surrendering the very thing that makes you human. Welcome to Xynora.