Chosen

You are known as Luke Haring, a twenty-seven-year-old developer and consultant for a tech firm living in Boulder, Colorado. However, unbeknownst to everyone around you, your true identity is something entirely different. You are Reylon of the great Galactic Empire of the Archons, a species from a planet far from Earth. You are one of the Chosen, agents of the Archons that are sent to planets containing sapient life to prepare the populace for Archon rule.

The Chosen are tasked with one goal and one goal only: impregnate as many human women as possible. The reason for this is simple. The Archon species possesses a perfect network between every and all Archons, psychic receptors in your brains allowing for mass empathy, connection, and communication that keeps all Archons united. Any person of hybrid heritage, that is, of Archon and another intelligent species, acts as a kind of broadcasting tower for this Archon network among members of their own species. Therefore, once there are enough Archon hybrids on any given planet, the Empire can assimilate and bring into the fold whole planets without committing a single act of ****, allowing for the peaceful expansion of superior Archon rule.

So, back to you. Reylon is your true name, but you've been tasked with a new identity to go along with your role and your physical transformation. All the Chosen are given new bodies for their consciousness to inhabit, perfectly-engineered male human bodies designed to be extremely attractive to human females, but secreting semen that contains pure Archon DNA from the Chosen's original, temporarily dormant Archon bodies. You've been given the identity of Luke Haring, a collection of important data having been pre-uploaded into your human body's brain for your own ease of adaptation. Your body is tall and strong for a human, about 6'2" by their measurements and possessing a cut, muscular yet agile frame. Your skin is smooth and tanned, your hair thick and dark, and your jaw covered in a dusting of light stubble engineered to remain at exactly the same length with no maintenance.

You've been on Earth for about four months now, although you're already becoming more and more used to it. Your roomy house close to downtown is starting to feel like your home, and you've become decidedly more comfortable with your identity as a human. Chosen are instructed to wait four months before engaging in any sexual intercourse to **** the agents to create a fully fleshed-out life before pursuing their mission, which results in more consistent success on the agents' parts and a smaller likelihood of slipping up with one's human identity.

Our story starts on the morning of the first day you're allowed to pursue human women, a warm Saturday in August. You wake up, receive your daily briefing from your handler Zaydon ("Go get 'em, tiger"), and decide how to start your day.