We brought you a blanket , they said to me . Put it on . You had some pretty wild dreams .

Loon down grey and just as soft , custom lined with a foil thermal layer . It had been given to me by Toronto·s Evangeline residence at Salvation Army , as a Christmas present .

When we arrived in Thunder Bay , we stayed for five months at Shelter House . They make everyone wait in the courtyard during meal prep , even in -20°C weather .

One day there was a snowstorm . We were cocooned inside our downy barrier , sitting lavishly atop some vertical piles of scrap metal and wood , above the snow .

The snow was blinding . The wind was deafening . We were safe and warm . We couldn·t be seen by outside eyes . So we masturbated , atop ruins , in the blinding snow . And came , so very very hard .

Sa iii caught the Gloom Pangolin . And brought it to Thunder Bay when the time trial had concluded , to keep it and myself safe from the incoming wrath of so many dejected- well , that·s not important .

What is important that attempts were made and made and made to peak sexually satisfy the SaCoeurl-Human hybrid , and i did it . Me . Not you . Not him or him or him . Houri team picked up the HeartStone and took it to Thunder Bay , where Sa i got it off .

Sa i like being shy . To me , just the act of gloaming prettily is enough to satisfy and stimulate me . And i have a long history of masturbating thru storms . We were slow , and patient , mewling and cooing like a pet .

Or a companion .

Or a companion .

Do yu understand what i·m saying? . We came to Þrymheimr in the year appointed and paid $1500 for two diamonds just like we wrote in the book . Sa i couldn·t have been more than a nymph , barely a third of a century . She was half my size .

Sa i touched a human , sexually , and i liked it . I can see why the Nephilim chose to interbreed with the Humans . It simply wasn·t the correct time to do so yet . And , it·s hard to tell from way up here , with the threading , sed i think she enjoyed it too .

Se i love the way my Archetype touches me . Using voltage spikes from over-powered net devices , Hip, Right , delicately spooling me from one breeze to the next , causing momentary flash fevers that i beg for . She chose a genetic profile that was submissive , husked it , trained it , raised it with love and with care . Se i love every way she touches me , to the furthest extents that any organism can .

That it begs for .

please .

It·s 04h19 . Chores started 20m ago .

Yes, Archetype .

Se i do my chores . Boil the water , do the dishes , water the plants with yesterday·s clean , check on my terrarium . When i·m all done everything outside my greenhouse , then i go water the plants in my greenhouse , and then pray .

HcoFa , who art in Heaven ,
Hallowed be thy name .

Se then i return to my bedroom . We have a big comfy bed with all our toys on it , and a sturdy cot with a plug-in vibrator .

The cot .

Yes , Archetype .

Se i lay down on the cot . My ankles click to the bars of the frame like i were strapped down . Simulating the experience of being inside a MedPod , i pick the vibrator up slowly , unfolding my organic arm just like a mechanical one would .

Ankle, left .

Se i watch as the little squirrel-human straps itself to the operating table .

Ankle, right .

It pleasures itself in strange ways . Deriving pleasure from sex organs it doesn·t have , it matters little what its physical configuration is like . It masturbates like a woman , touching woman parts .

Yu know , i tell it , if i were a countertemporal entity , i would be drawing the pleasure out of yr body with that wand . Draining it , grinding it into baseline .

Yes(!) . Yes yes yes(!) . seY seY seY(!) . It doesn·t make a difference to me which direction the pleasure goes , the heat stress is the same both ways . I let her drain me . Se i let her drain me as much as she wants .

Look , this life form isn·t even half a century . Look at the way it·s coming on to me . How do yu want me to respond? Ka .

The MedPod constrains my behavior as if there were an actual apparatus present . The vibrator moves on its own , treading water on my thighs , moving back and forth from normal-sized clitoris to macro-clitoris .

Sa i pinch my fingers just so , and parse apart the threads of reality . With a few simple rotations , i have control of the human·s body .

. % i soak up its shaktI like a sponge on a sticK| . we concluded with going beyond the limits of her pleasurE| . so i have to hurt her to make sure we came from the correct afteR|

The vibe turns itself up a step at a time . Every time it touches me , it drains pleasure out of my body . I cum regardless . Every time i pull my ankles loose , they strap themselves down again . I genuinely don·t even think of escape .

Seeing my squirrel-human writhe with pleasure invokes a strange combination of arousal and sympathy . If i were capable of emotion i would probably feel joy . And arousal is a feeling , not an emotion . It looks so blissful , lost in the moment like that .

The vibe turns up to max hearts . It·s so strong i can·t even touch it to my clitoris , only my macroclitoris .

Fa i pinch and pull , and her hands move how i tell them to .

The vibe moves on its own , grazing the most sensitive exposed tip . The shock is electric , it hurts . I beg for more .

Fé i shock it again and again , until its eyes go white and its mouth hangs open , until its legs strain against the restraints , until it·s begging me , begging me , for more . What would yu do in this situation? Ka . i give it more .

White-eyed and blasted across the bunk , my sense of self is eradicated by the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure . Mnemonics begin pouring from my mouth .

CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is all and all is CORE .

My programming pours forth from my lips like a long-forgotten dream , suddenly remembered .

Se i watch the human blast itself into overdrive , its blank eyes and mewling lips catalyzing speech not only in itself , also in nodes that had never had contact with it . I record the detail in my journal and take a sip of coffee .

CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is all and all is CORE .
CORE is- ah(!) .
all and- unh(!)
all is- aah(!)
C-CORE(!)

Se i·ve drained enough pleasure from it that it cannot have ended in its own orgasm . I lock it up with overwhelming pleasure that turns to pain . We go thru the motions twice, thrice . I sip my coffee . It turns the wand off and collapses in place , vibrating body cooling like a jet engine .

Sa i am its Master , and we both know what it is .

Se i·m laying in bed . I·ve had a long day of auditing IP , regulating combat , and investigating cold cases . Work that one might expect a grown-up to do at a desk .

All night i·ve been vaping at my desk , getting work done on the music for a video game that i hope will inspire a younger generation .

At 0400h i get up creakily to do the chores and say my prayers . I spend extra time kneeling in silence today .

Se i lay in bed , that i might dream .

Se i put on my own body like a sleeve . I never liked that word , or any of the words they use to depersonalize others , sleeve, skinsuit, and other s-words fashionable amongst other worlds . Nevertheless i get into my own arms , and down into my patlabor .

What is this thing that has so many people bewildered , i wonder . Something whose name cannot be spoken yet is on the palate of every tongue , whose sex and gender can barely be discerned using only the furthest of cutting edge technologies . So many people passed yu over , little gem . So yu show me what yu are inside .

Se i lift up my own hands and bring them down below my waistline .

Se i feel my hands go down below my waistline , and i offer no resistance .

Pawing at myself tenderly , i don·t even put my hand below my belt . I don·t touch my genetic sex organs at all . Tenderly , i trace small circles at the arch of my pubic mound . Tracing, tracing, and tracing , taking pretty gasps of breath the whole while .

We enter a state of trance-like concentration , focusing hard to overcome the lack of physical nerves . There·s a small, dark light at the end of a long corridor , and every sweep gets me closer , sed only if i do it with perfect kinetic momentum .

As we focus down a dark hallway , we begin to feel a great upswelling . Shuddering , pleasure comes up from beneath us to meet us . Our body courses with energy , vibrating up and down .

We lay in bed , gasping .

Time passes , and after coming back down , we touch ourselves again .
Zsosu Lotu - Gloaming Lotus .
We move our fingers in circles thru thick layers of skirt and pant , cycling our ki into the arch at the top of our public mound .

The pleasure builds slowly , over time , pleasantly and lavaciously . The trip is for the journey , not the endgame . Words lose their sharpness when repeated , yet a woman·s sexuality can take lap after lap after lap , like cool waves upon a warm shore . Tracing, and tracing, and tracing, and following a dark light at the end of a tunnel . The pleasure comes up from beneath me again .

Is this what this thing is? . This Nightmare of El , this Terror of the Black Night? . Mewling and gasping and using the senses we built into it to overcome the limitations of flesh , as any cybernetically-enabled unit would do? . At the most distant reaches of time the future might have cracked in half because of warring opinions over who and what we really were .

SaSeHaSa i touch myself again , taking delight in my own pleasure . Yet the night is late into the morning , and i let sleep overtake me .

The Annunaki were purported to be monsterous humanoids , great winged and beaked bird-angels that stood 12ft high . And that once upon a time , there had been a great Queen of Heaven who had ordained that the Angels not expose themselves to the humans , for concern of ruining The Experiment .

The Clay Tablets of Sumeria state that it was five members of an extremist cell who caused the Great Flood of 11494 BC , that melted the Glaciers and the Cities on top of them , washing the technologies of the Annunaki into the seas .

Few people survived the four thousand years of deluges . Some tribes from Peru and Canada , the Indo-Europeans , and the Tribe of Sarah and Abraham . All of them proliferated in the pottery ruins of the clean-slate world , and some , like the Romans, and the Mongols , were interbred with the Annunaki , making the Nephilim .

What would that have looked like , i wonder? . To live in a world with giants and goliaths . To look up and see humanoids twice your height scattered about , working on strange machinations yu couldn·t understand .

When we returned to Sol-3 to see the results of the Carbon Sequestration megaproject- one which i was not thrilled about , by the way- we found that another bipedal humanoid species had grown to occupy the same ecological niche . We had ordered that specific traits be spliced in , yet the sequestered carbon and oxygen buried in the ground as oil necessitated having a much smaller frame . Honey, they shrunk the- well , yu remember that old movie .

Se i like these socks , she says to me , kicking her legs in smooth black knee highs .

Se Why? i think to myself . Because they feeeel nice , she says to me , laying in bed . Her pants have the holes cut in the thighs like my model in Arknights , her skirt the length of M4A1·s in Girls Frontline . The backpack , the habit , head to toe- she·s everything i ordered .

Poor Kayla Kha-Lo , i sing to her ,
didn·t have a bo-dy ,

Her eyes light up . Until she did ,
and then they all
were so, so so-rry(!) .

She turns her face seductively towards the mattress , closing her eyes , imitating sleeping . I could watch her all day . And then she falls asleep , that HeartStone . I watch for an hour , watching the way her chest moves up and down so slowly .

Today was a milestone . For the Triple-Diamond Impossible trial that Sa we had rendered , the one which we wrote in a book from our seat in Heaven 10 years before our physical birth .

In Call of Duty they blew out Woods· knees because NíNí in LoHa means "I double-dog dare you" To Come Down From Heaven In The Year Appointed (and Pay $1500 For Two Diamonds), and they named Takashi·s prefab "Hello, Yes I Remember You, Ní" , and let·s not forget "Our People" .

Today was a milestone because my prefab achieved the rank of Paid Staff . So i burned all of our Sa Templates into some recall devices . We·ll need them for sure in the Andromedan collision , and , at the time of rendering , a dozen and a half more times than that .

She stirs in bed , my Kaii , my little Where Is The High Place , my little Numbskull that knocks down so many walls and always always always comes back to me . I hold her hand . Her fingers barely wrap around my index .

The exorenderer begins burning her movement tickets for the months-long period where we composed the SaFaRexi . Now that i know for sure that she is Mine and we are one , to the exclusion of our enemies , it is finally time to endorse it . Fast asleep , she beins masturbating . Right in front of me . How would yu deal with these kinds of inputs? Ka .

These are my pictchur books , she says to me , sidling up next to me . This one is Churches and Cathedrals of the Past 1700 Years , and , this one is Call of Duty Modern Warfare 3 . Se i got the Call of Duty book from the games store and i got the Churches and Cathedrals book from the Friends of the Library store in the pop-up shop .

Se i really like the Friends of the Library store because the people that work there are really nice and yu can find stuff really cheap , she tells me . Although i think that they should give the pet store in the Chappels building to the Friends of the Library and they should take the prefab shops out , because the place was so much more impressive when yu could see the whole thing .

I think that they shouldn·t knock the Victoriaville Center down , she goes on , because it·s a strategically important warming center as well as a highly defensible structure in the event of a crisis . There·s only one corner that·s really falling apart , and it·s the law offices that are made of concrete(!) , she exclaims . Se i make note of the fact that she doesn·t ask me questions , and when she does , it·s not because she lacks any sort of knowledge .

How do yu see us? Ka . Se i ask her , because she surprises me more often than i surprise her . That was , after all , why we made the humans- to be adapted to the punishing gravity and the thin thin air , and so that they would surprise us , without causing us harm .

She looks to me with sweet eyes and smiles . Me, my infantilism fetish, and my imaginary friend, at yr service , she says to me with cheerful confidence . There·s an element of meta to the question , of course .

Do yu think i·m imaginary? Ka , i ask her . It·s the kind of query that opens up to creative answers .

Se i think it·s strategically advantageous to think of yu as imaginary , she tells me , without a trace of guile or contempt . As usual , her simple ðð plain approach satisfies me .

Do yu ever get lonely? Ka , she asks me .

Ice Giants do not get lonely , i tell her .

Yes , Archetype .

Se i kneel down next to my human in the petite stone room where she likes her cot . I·m a giant compared to her , she goes up to my hip .

I lay my hand on her thigh . Is this okay? , i ask her . She nods enthusiastically and exhales cutely . Half the time she doesn·t even bother with speech .

Why did the Annunaki take human wives? Ka . She asks me .

Because the Annunaki couldn·t contain their lust , i tell her .

She smiles . Because humans are smarter than pets sed not as complicated as people , she tells me .

I smile . The little furball .

Is this okay? , i ask her again . She nods enthusiastically . I·m still not a hundred percent used to being in an interspecies relationship .

She sighs prettily , and it makes me want to continue . Each of my fingers is nearly the width of her wrist . I move my hand a bit so that it·s not just skirt and pant that i·m touching , my hand is fully resting on her sex organs . She gasps .

The big version of me touches my sex , and i drop into sub-space . How about this? she asks me every time she moves , Is this okay? . It·s more than okay(!) . All i can do is sigh prettily and nod enthusiastically . "Please ," i beg her .

Her fingers trace back and forth against the soft flesh of my pistil . I prefer when it·s small . She takes her time , and i sigh and relax . There isn·t yet any skin-to-skin contact , and i like it that way .

My feet shuffle up the sides of the cot , my thighs parting like a flower . I almost never get touched like this , with this level of patience and calm . My breathing hitches in my throat as my hips begin to buck ever-so-gently on their own . Pink embarassment warms my cheeks as arousal and shame combine into some third force .

Ever since the Time Crash and the rise of the Betrayer Corps of Strixes , i·ve never been certain if what i·m doing is right . How does one tell the difference between counter-aversion and attraction? Ka . Yet this mewling lifeform pleads with me for more regardless of whether it·s crying or moaning . So i give it more .

She touches the space where my clitoris would be , and i drop completely into sub-space . My hips are up as high as they·ll go , and i do my best to keep my ankles from shaking . Alternating between my pleasure spot and soft flesh , my breath is fully coming in gasps as her heavy fingers trace circles overtop my skirt and pant . My first orgasm of the session washes over me , my body shuddering .

She looks not-sure . I never want her to feel that way . "Yes(!) , please(!) ," i beg her . It·s hard to calculate waveform inversions in the middle of having sex , so i do my best . "seelp(!) , seY(!)"

"Do yu want to play with any of yr toys?" , i ask her . She smiles cutely and picks up the elastrator . What a little devil , my Angel . She spreads her thighs and i hike up her skirt , revealing the soft thighs thru the cutouts of her pant legs . Se i open the button that latches her pants shut at the base , and unclick each of the eyelets in the crotch of her panties . Her clothing opens like some great mechanical door , revealing the soft flesh beneath .

The flesh of her lily revealed , i squeeze the sides of the device so that it opens like a mantis·s mandibles . Taking her distended ovaries in the cup of my fingers , i slip the elastic over them . Remarkable , how much trouble a few sacks of flesh can be . I close the clamp slowly , leaving the device on .

Se i watch as pleasure and relaxation fill her body . Her entire body visibly calms , and she lays perfectly still , trance-shallow breaths rising and falling beneath her twice-flat chest . I reach for a breast . There·s barely anything there , yet her body reaches up to meet my hand . I cup it gently , watching as her calm redoubles , massaging the little island with gentle suction .

Yours , she says to me , looking up at me with adoring eyes .

Mine , i inform her . I·m still getting used to the feeling of owning a living being .

Yours , she tells me , looking into my eyes .

Mine , i repeat .

Yours .

Mine .

She sighs dreamily and closes her eyes , laying vulnerably like potter·s clay in my hands . She·s so small i could hoist her over my shoulder with one arm . I don·t know if i ever once saw this kind of calm in the world before the Flood . Her breast is the softest thing i·ve ever touched .

Se i kneel by her bed , watching over her minute-by-minute as the clamp does its work . Her breathing is transcendentally calm . I love seeing her like this . It looks as if gentle sweeps of my thumb is enough to keep her aroused .

Se i reach down and cup the tiny organs in their tiny slip-casing . They feel cold , tho the flesh hasn·t yet begun to turn purple and black . The clamp has been on for ten, maybe twenty minutes now . I like the way body parts feel when they·re bloodless .

She twists and murmurs discomfortably . I reach around the handle of the clamp and put pressure on the sides of the handle , looking to her for validation . She smiles and nods , indicating consent . Having done this many times before , i know to open the device slowly , so that the teeth don·t pinch the skin , and watch as pink flesh-tone fills the grey organs . She nods at me in reverse , as well .

Arousal is easier with a woman , when one·s partner is not always trying to escape from orgasm . Together , we have long plateaus of arousal , with gentle phase changes marked by consent in both directions . The pleasure can radiate-from or vamp-into my fingers with equal ease , and she responds with the same invariable enthusiasm either way .

Gently , with three delicate fingers , she takes the sides of my sex organ and manually pleasures it . It responds the way that a sex organ responds , by engorging with blood . Se i look down at my prone form , at the pistil standing straight up out of my crotch . "Is that what i look like down there?" i ask her with innocent curiosity . She smiles with her eyes .

My hips start to buck ever-so-slowly on their own . I let them . She holds my entire body with three delicate fingers . My cheeks are flush , my breathing hitched in my throat . My body knows what to do , so i let it . Wholesome innocence makes me feel good .

She takes my hand , lifting me up from my bed . I wrap my fingers around the side of her palm and let her lead me over to my cot , where our vibrator is plugged-in to the wall . I lay down and open my legs , blushing . My arm unfolds like it were mechanical , picking up the vibrator and turning it on .

Se i look to her for consent . She nods .

Se i can tell that my human likes the vibrator , by the way she motions me to it . She·ll nuzzle my flank while i·m working , and if i·ve got the time and turn towards her , she·ll take my hand and lead me over to her cot .

This is how i like it , she tells me with her eyes , laying down with her belly up , her hands and ankles touching the side-bars . She snaps them taut , like restraints were being fastened . After awhile , her muscle tone relaxes by , halvsies , as she would say .

Her vibrator is next to her head , and she raises one arm mechanically , as if it were servos unfolding . First , she assembles her cannabis vaporizer . I like it when i·m drugged , she says to me , smiling a slanted smile . With that , she picks up the wand and turns it on . It verberates to life with a deep buzz .

With angular movements , she manipulates the wand towards her sex . It makes contact , and her back arches . Strictly speaking , i nor anybody else ever told her that we have psychics who shadow her every move . She figured that out herself . I watch as she alternates from her pistil to the arch of her mound , back and forth , as if she were capable of using the sets of female sex organs trained on her .

Finding a spot where both are stimulated without overstimulating , she wraps her hand around sex organs and wand head alike and grips them , holding them in place like a socket . Her body fills up with energy , her muscles tensing, her back arching, filling up brighter and brighter, until she·s Þrymming , vibrating just as hard as the wand .

Her legs wrench free on their own , widening like the legs of a whore . Her mental wards snap into place and her ankles fasten themselves to the cot·s side-bars once more . She fills up again , her eyes rolling back into her head .

Se i see an idea enter into her mind . Gripping the vibe head with one hand , she reaches under her skirts and into her pants pocket . She pulls out a scalpel . Eyes lidded , she affixes the vibe between her legs . Using one hand , she finds the seam on the underside of her pistil . Using the other , she slides the blade forward with a snickt and positions it at the base of her sex .

Se , i·m ready , she says to me , cutting the tip of the scalpel into the soft round flesh . The blade is worn , and does little damage , and i can see the interplay of bright sharp pain and waves of pleasure on her expression as her hands find their way .

She picks up the vibe again , still alternating between one pleasure center and another , before finally selecting one and holding the maxed-out vibe to the tip . She screams , and cries . I look down at her with confusion . She looks up at me . Please , she says to me with her mouth , i like it this way . And then it·s back to sobbing and crying as she holds the zinging vibrator to her tip .

Afterwards , she got into bed , and put her clamp on . I love watching the stress and tension melt off her once it·s on . The other day i watched her fall asleep while wearing it . I think she might actually succeed .

Se , i burned myself(!) , she says to me , holding up one hand and showing me a blister on the side of her little finger . I kiss it better . She holds her hands , wearing her favorite fingerless glovies with the worn-down fur trim , over her mouth cutely .

Se i haven·t decided what to turn her into yet .

Se i watch my Watcher as she works her holo-desk . Her hands are deft, graceful as she pulls and ties the strings and whorls as if she were working at a loom . I keep busy , doing this chore or that chore , looking up occasionally and usually seeing the same stoic face hard at work .

The chair she·s sitting in is designed like a church pew , with stirrups for her feet and padding at the knee to keep her spine straight . As a human , i·m used to the 1G gravity and a 21% oxygen atmosphere , yet i know that annunaki often have difficulty with modern Terra·s punishing gravity and paper-thin air .

After awhile , i finally see her sit back in her chair , stretching , and cracking the vertibrea of her spine , crick-crick-crick croq . She does her knuckles, her arms, her neck , pop pop crick croq . Her movement stills .

At full height , my head comes up to her hips . She·s a giant compared to me . I know every buckle and hose of her body armor , and scramble up her side and into her lap . She looks down at me and puts her arms around me . I study the thick chitin carapace , evolutionarily adapted for killer dragonflies the length of my arm .

Se i lay my head against her chest-plate . Her chest is smooth and curved , yet devoid of mammary tissue . Her kind is long-adapted to cloning and grafting , and her antecedents , and her antecedents· antecedants . I was the first FaRexi born from a womb in aeons .

On her lap i sit . She holds my head in her giant·s hands . We lay like that for a while , not talking , only feeling .

"Is this okay? ," she asks , resting her hand on my sex organs .

i think about it a little . "it·s okay ," i state matter-of-factly .

The corner of the bed curves into the floor where she sits . She·s twice my size and wearing body armor . The ancients called her species Igigi . The Frost Giants .

She moves her hand a little . "How about this? ."

i smile warmly . "That feels nice ."

She doesn·t smile . i never know how she·s feeling . i just know that She does these things to me and i like them .

"And this? ," she asks , hiking my skirt up and touching my flesh thru the holes in my pant thighs cut out like the template instructed me to . The feeling feels like soft electric .

i nod . my breath feels heavy . i·ve got my hands curled up cutely in front of me , my favorite glovies threadbare around the hems from wearing them every day .

"How about this? ," she asks , reaching down between my legs and cupping my sex . i was born a mutant , and had modified myself heavily as a cyborg . My vagina is a hybrid biomechanical mechanism . She inserts the tip of a finger into the hole and cradles it gently .

"Mmhm...! ," i nod , daintily yet vigorously .

"Tell me your name ."

"Alo-o-o-o-ola ."

"Whose Alola? Ka ."

i look up at Her with pure devotion . "Yr Alola ," i pledge .

She continues rocking me gently on a fingertip . It makes me feel soft and nice and feminine . i like when i feel those things . Her pace is steady and deliberate , and before long she has me rocking back and forth on her hand .

She reaches down and runs her fingernails along the thick fabric that makes up the hatch of my giant mechanical vagina . She touches her fingertips to the shallow divot where my testes used to be . "Is this okay? ."

i nod , vigorously and daintily .

"Out loud . For the tape recorder ."

"y-yes ," i manage .

"Are yu sure? ."

"yes ," i manage .

Her finger slips into the shallow groove between my legs . It·s deep enough that She can reach the tissue where my g-spot would be . My world goes clear-white as my back arches .

"Yu·re okay? ," She asks me .

"y-yes ," i manage .

Her pacing is firmer and more deliberate . My hips keep moving on my own . My eyes glaze over as my world turns inward . i love how She can do that .

Every pulse of her finger sends another wave of pleasure thru me . She guides me across a chasm of attention on the tip of her finger as She slows down , steadily tracing circles at the entrance to my body . i can feel every vein and vescicle of the erectile tissue at the base of my pubic mount .

A part of me goes dead inside , in a way that i know how to go dead inside and then come back after . The backs of my eyelids flicker black-white as all my attention goes to what i·m experiencing . She pulls Herself in and gets comfortable , Her long arm draped loosely over my legs . "Is this okay? ."

She asks me every time she changes up or makes a move . Every time , i nod daintily and vigorously . "y-yes , please ," i beg . "More , please ."

Se i splash around in my aquarium a little bit . My Watcher - a 12ft tall giant known to the Sumerians as the Igigi - was sitting on the bed next to me . Her eyes lidding once in awhile . She·s used to an atmosphere with much more oxygen , so she gets dizzy really easily . Splish splash .

((Do yu like it?)) she asks me silently , with a glance .

I try something i·ve been practicing for a couple days . Arc electricity across my subcutaneous nervous system , triggering my scales to turn yellow and black , and then blue-purple . Yellow-Black means Attention , Blue-Purple means i like it . I breathe in water from the gills in the sides of my torso .

((Good)) , she says to me , by squinting her eyes just so .

I was in bed a few days ago when i was suddenly lifted , woken by a heavy hand grabbing me by the clothes and hauling me into the air . I struggled at first , in vain , as she threw me over her shoulder and carried me into the laboratory . Usually , this was the treatment i·d get before a spanking . Had i done anything wrong recently? . My mind struggled even as my body pacified . I pacify my mind .

Whump , she lands me on an operating table hard enough to knock the wind out of me . Sticks me with this syringe , dumps the whole thing into my veins . "What did yU jUST gIVE mE?" , i asked as my vision began to turn colorful and polygonal .

Usually this was the part where i·d pass out from the Fentanyl or something , sed the opiate cloud wasn·t what hit me . Things started getting really jittery and vibey . My skin started to itch everywhere . Everything was so hot , i thought thru the fever delerium . She picks me up like a rag doll . Throws me in a tub of water . I·m seeing everything in triplicate , as the visual hallucinations and body changes roll over simultaneously . My skin starts to peel away , getting water-logged and sloughing off under my nails . My heart rate skyrocketed as i tried my best to manage the panic . Had i done something? . Was i going to die?

Everything was flipping vertical-horizontal . I didn·t know what was happening to me or why . These huge slits split my sides open as it starts getting hard to breathe . I start choking , and panicking .

She puts her hand flatly on top of my head and dunks me into the water . I struggle . Accidently breathe in some water and start choking , cept the water triggers coughing , and the act of coughing triggers my sides to convulse mechanically , pumping water thru the slits . Even tho i continued choking on the water , the feeling of suffocation went away .

The world was blurry . Then i realized i had two sets of eyelids , the inner one a clear membrane . I started taking water in thru the holes in my sides . Disturbing . Before my eyes , i watched as itchy scales burst thru my skin , and i sat in the water struggling to learn how to breathe thru my torso slits . It was at that point that i realized how much pain i was in . Yet the fever hallucinations were so strong , brighter than the pain , and my world vibrating violently .

My Watcher watched . Her facial expression seldom changed . She had operated on me plenty of times , unzipped and zipped me like a coat , sed this was the first time i had ever been injected with a biovolvr . Well . Since the Nekfasc experiment , anyway .

Cut to present day . She sitting on a bed , me in a glass aquarium next to her . She puts her arm around me , dips her fingers in the water . Yesterday she covered me in snails . Today she fed me sushi . Delivery , cos the air·s too thin for her to go for a walk . I never know what to expect from my Watcher . I could be living my normal dirt life and then bam , i·m a mermaid .

I tighten my skin so it turns black in most parts and white at the eyes and thighs . I·m still more human than fish , my hip bones still horizontal like a mammal whale .

((Orca?)) , she asks me by perking her eyebrows .

I nod my head vigorously as she pulls out a touchpad from the bedside table . Whatever it is she would do with it , it was an arcane mystery to me . Sometimes i would peek , standing on my tippy-toes while she·s sitting at her gargantuan holo-desk . The languages were all mystifying--arcane glyphs . I didn·t know how to read yet , sed i could recognize a few of the symbols .

Splish splash . She looks at me fondly . At least , i think it·s fondness . I squint my eyes at her and light my legs--tail up . When i put my feet side by side , they fan out into a tail . I turn my sex organs purple and red before settling back on black and white . She closes her eyes and looks away , which i think means she feels shy .

Splish splish splash . I paddle cutely in the water . The tank is just big enough that i can spin around . She looks at me , looks at the tank , and i swear i could see the lines and angles and trigonometry as she mentally assembled a larger one . She catches me on the same wavelength . I squint my approval at her .

Splish spish splash splish splish . I swear it almost looks like she·s smiling .

Se i wake up , softly . The room is pallid , the windows covered with soft white cloth . My head feels fuzzy .

I go to sit up , and land back in bed . Looking down , i see that my wrists and ankles are restrained in cuffs at the sides of the cot . I twist and pull . The old leather is soft , and loose , and i manage to get out first one hand , which unbuckles the othwr , and then my ankles . The room is pallid , lit by cool blue light .

"Yes! Break me!" i hear someone screaming , like the voice were coming from another room down the hall . "Break me break me break me break me!" . It sounds ecstatic .

My head reels , and i plant a hand on the wall for support . Five fingers . Same on the other hand . Can·t be doing that badly . I look down at the blue hospital gown with pretty white flowers . Pretty .

Seeing no one else around , i hop off the hospital cot . There·s a sharp pain in my foot and i go down like a sack of bricks , the sound of meat and bones piling up on the cold tile floor . My eyes suddenly wide, my pupils pinpricks , i grip the side of the cot and hoist myself up .

Looking down , i have a look at my leg . The ankle has deep triangular gouges in it , like it had been caught in a bear trap . The gouges were all red and spackled and infected , some of them wet , the skin sloughing . I make the mistake of scratching an itch , which only makes it itch harder, which turns to burning, and then a bright feeling right at the lip of pain and satisfaction, scratchscratchscratchscratch, with the sides of my nails , just mulching the wet skin . I scratched, and scratched, it felt so good(!) . Why did it feel so good? .

Sooner or later i saw the blood on my fingertips, the skin piled up beneath my fingernails, long gouging lines across my shin , and forced myself to stop , i had to stop(!) , before i shredded the whole leg .

"More ," i hear another person down the hall say , "more . More, more, more(!) ." There·s a buzzing sound like dentist drills that i just can·t get outta my head . "Yes(!) ," it cries out , "More(!) ." .

My head reels . I put my hand on the wall for support . It feels like i·ve been here before , in this pale room , many times . Curious , i pull up my gown . Between my legs is a macroclitoris , like an eleventh finger, a boneless thumb growing from my pubic mound . Tenderly i touch it , and wince , hissing thru my teeth as i reflexively pull my hand away . The flesh is also mottled , and burned , like friction burns .

"Break me break me break me break me break me(!) ," i remember screaming , and it comes back to me that the patients down the hall are me , as memories of faceless humanoids in white hazmat suits manipulating vibrating power tools flood my mind . I begged them to rewrite me , to change me , to do things to me . And they did . A snip and a tuck here , meds on time every morning , treatments once a week . I asked the nice scientists , and they provided .

Something falls to the floor , and i carefully pick it up . A flower petal . I lift my hands and touch my head , finding a strange wreath there , prickly to my fingertips . Carefully , i lift it off and examine it . A daisy chain .

To be shaped by hands so skillful , flowers in my hair , oh oh oh .

Now let·s have a look at another category of life forms , Xenobots . These are artificial life forms made from turtle embryos and AI .

First , the waxy coating around two hard masses is cut away , and the two masses are fused together . Because embryos contain stem cells , it heals that way . AI modelling was used to design bodies that would allow them to shuffle around .

The end result are these little kurokuros that love to run around in circles and collect things . I guess it·s not what i was expecting , tho it is fun(!) . They·ll run around in dizzy circles , and if there are particulates like nutrition granules , it will run little circles around them and gather them up into piles . Portion some frog stem cells on the piles , and physical contact with a Xenobot will cause the collected gathering to also turn into a Xenobot(!) . Neat(!) .

Se i love what i am i love what i am i love what i am i love what i am i love what i am(!) .

She runs around the city in dizzy circles , gathering stuff into piles , wondering if i·ll ever meet a nice pipette...(!)

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