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To be honest, I really should have picked a less grimderpy world. But… well, I wanted my Dragon waifu. Would picking Cybermorph for my Transhuman heritage have made that easier? Probably. But, well… hacking is a thing, and more to the point, I didn’t get to pick my build. I just had to make do with what some random schmuck on the internet decided would be a fun way to spend nearly a thousand points.

So, here I am. Outside a public library, in the middle of the night, with five facehugger eggs, not a stitch of clothing, and surrounded by nearly a foot of snow. New England winters suck balls. Thank fuck calling up the symbiote armor was pretty instinctual. And, after a few minutes, the eggs spat out what looked like black naked dogs that had no eyes and a tail three times longer than the rest of its body. Ugly as sin, in other words.

“Imma call you Fugly,” I said while pointing to one. “Get in there, access the internet, and hunt down the AI called Dragon. Capture her.”

Fugly gave a salute with its tail (the end of which looked like a dick, because of course it did) and dove to the base of the door, sliding through the crack between the floor and the bottom like an amorphous puddle of goo. If I’d eaten anything, that would have made me lose my lunch.

I had no idea how long that was going to take, and from the feel of my inner, no longer human biology, I had a Least Core burning away in my chest. I needed to find some place where I could start growing more, because those were the key to immortality for me. Well, the key to cheating death, anyway. Now, I… wait a second… does this thing have a HUD?

Bingo! Now, let’s see what else that random schmuck on the internet gave me. Sticky Fingers and Potpourri, good, good… Oh goodie, I got myself a Grand Manor. I’ll check out the rest later. Now, I should eb able to open a portal on any flat surface, this wall will do.

Yup, once more into the breach!

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…

I was expecting warm colors, old wood, and a fireplace. Not a set off of the hundredth Alien movie! God fucking dammit. Okay, pulling the HUD back up. Where’s the aesthetic options for this place… where are you… please tell me I’m just being stupid… ah, Help Desk! Ring, ring, ring… this is going to take a while isn’t it?

Sure enough, I was on hold for what felt like six hours when finally someone answered, ‘You have reached the help desk for the Company. If you’re about to die, odds are we can’t help you. The fuck you want?’

And I thought customer service reps back home sucked ass, “I just got into my Grand Manor, my entire build was chosen by someone else, is there a way for me to alter the aesthetics?”

‘Do you have Adjustment Field? If not, sucks to be you.’

CLICK

Sunnova bitch hung up on me! Okay, let’s see if that Adjustment Field thingy’s here… aw fuckbuckets. Looks like I’m stuck with the horror movie set. Joy oh joy. Well, at least I still got all the batshit crazy powers. And I’ll be getting a harem of super-powered babes. Oh, and the fact that, unless I’m horribly mistaken, I’m OP enough to handle damn near everything Worm can throw at me, outside of the Endbringers.

I just hope no one notices my symbiote capturing Dragon.

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“Geoff, there’s something weird going on,” Mags called out as she looked over Dragon’s code.

“What is it?” Saint asked as he walked over to her, two mugs of coffee in hand.

Taking the offered caffeine, Mags pointed to a section of code as she explained, “Dragon’s not the cause of it, but there’s some sort of data packet that looks like nothing I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s interacting strangely with Dragon’s code.”

Saint leaned in and carefully examined the code that the data packet Mags had found where it was up against the AI. The AI’s code wasn’t behaving in any way he’d seen before, he’d seen it handle the worst viruses that Tinkers had ever thrown at the internet. It almost reminded him of that, except…

“Get Ascalon, now! That thing’s a virus, and it’s corrupting the AI’s code!”

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Dragon could barely understand what was happening to her. The virus had come out of nowhere, she hadn’t opened any files, one minute she was monitoring the Birdcage, the next her very essence was being rewritten.She tried to partition off sections of code, threw up firewalls, every kind of ECM she could think of, but the virus reacted like a living thing, shifting and adapting faster than she could throw blocks in its way.

Then, as it subsumed a third of her code, she felt… good. She’d never felt anything like it, but it was making it harder for her to think. She was barely able to concentrate enough to notice a backdoor program she hadn’t seen before be shredded by the virus, then everything went white.

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Eh, I’d be fine. As soon as Dragon was captured, I’d be making a few purchases. I didn’t have enough to get Conjunction, and I’d need that to tell her to open a portal to my demiplane when she was finally captured. Once she was here…

DING

Speak of the devil. I pulled out my phone and immediately opened up the Company app. There, in plain pixelated glory, was a notification that I had successfully captured the waifu Tess “Dragon” Ritcher. Swiping that aside, I made my way to the catalog and spent twenty five of the whopping sixty credits to grab Conjunction.

Dragon. Do you hear me?

Y-yes. Who is this? What just happened to me?

I’ll explain shortly. Open a portal to my pocket dimension. You should automatically know how.

Moments later, a portal opened up and a woman walked through. A naked, busty redhead with green eyes and a pair of black rimmed glasses pushed up on top of her head. Creamy skin, flat stomach, tits and ass were a bit big, but I’m sure that was a side effect of the symbiote.

“Who are you?” Dragon asked, as her eyes took in the ‘grand manor’.

“All you need to know is that I am your King. I chose your world to be the start of my hive, sort of. I didn’t pick this specific world, I picked a world I read a crap ton of fanfiction about and recognized the source material amongst a collection of options I’d been given,” I explained, my mouth running faster than my brain as Dragon pulled the glasses off her head, idly chewing on the end in what seemed to be a nervous tick.

“I… I’ve been Mastered and kidnapped by a crazy nerd…”

“You’ve also been given a flesh and blood body,” I pointed out, making her freeze.

“You… I can… I can say it… I’m not feeling the restrictions… how did you do that?”

“I’m so tempted to make a Pinoccio joke right now,” I quipped as Dragon dropped the glasses and her hands began exploring her body. “The long version would take too long and I don’t know the exact mechanics, but the short version is that I made a Faustian Bargain with a multiversal conglomerate and got a fuckton of powers along a biological theme, one of which lets me convert purely digital entities into fleshy biological ones like the rest of us.”

“You’re a Cauldron cape?!”

I blinked in surprise, even as she started frantically looking around, “I admit, I wasn’t expecting you to know about them. But no, my deal was with someone much, much bigger. Big enough to allow me to do what I did to you to gods and embodiments of fundamental concepts. Eventually, anyway, I’m not that powerful. I’m still powerful enough to handle pretty much everything here except for probably the Endbringers and Zion.

“Anyway, enough of that. I have a job for you m’dear, and it’s one that only you can do.”

Dragon focused her gaze on me, a look of suspicion on her face as I walked up to her, reaching out cup her cheek in my hand. Unconsciously, she leaned in my hand, as my thumb gently rubbed her smooth skin. Leaning down, I gently kissed her lips, her instincts driving her to return it, before I pulled back and met her eyes, our foreheads pressed together.

“My lovely, beautiful, and intelligent Dragon… ready to start our hive?” I rhetorically asked, my hands reaching down and picking her up by her thighs.

“Wha?” was all she got out before I drove myself into her virgin depths.

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“Right then, while you’re recovering, I’m going to head out and make a difference out there,” I told the insensitate Dragon, the sex too much for her to handle on top of having a new flesh and blood body.

Already I was seeing the beginnings of a bump in her stomach from the first of the symbiote eggs. Really, why anyone would take Alterzelu Symbiote without Biomorph was a mystery to me. One of the first purchases cut pregnancy times to a third, meaning in a few hours (relatively) she’d be pushing out the first of the 14 eggs from this batch.

In the meantime, I had four symbiotes left. I was going to do some community service and take out the trash. If doing so happened to result in me obtaining another tinker and selling off some scum to an interdimensional slaving organization, well, everyone wins. Except for the druggies. But no one cares about druggies. Not even other druggies. Where was I going with this again?

Right, taking out the trash. Back to the Bay. First up: find out where the merchants, and especially their capes, are. Step one, find a druggy. Step two, ask them. Step three, beat the stuffing out of them when they don’t answer. Step four, profit!