Day 18 - Body Modificaton - Green Lantern/Far Sector

Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together.

Her ring was at 60%.

“Shit, what’s a biological doing here?” One of the riders shouted.

Was shouting, will shout. Atville didn’t do linearity, one only applied their own sense of beginning and ending onto it, usually because one didn’t know any other way of operating. Jo was doing her best to do that, but every now and then something would jump. She’d be back at the diner with CanHaz, in the middle of the firefight, at the end of it with the sense that things weren’t going well. It didn’t have a start and end so much as a left side and a right side, a top and a bottom. At the left they came in, everything before that might as well not exist because they hadn’t been there for it. At the bottom was the fight’s wind-down, CanHaz letting out a soft “Oops” and then suddenly vanishing, leaving her alone in a place she didn’t know, didn’t understand, and didn’t control. Even compared to the limited control one could exert over meatspace, a biological in Atville had less than nothing going for them. That’s why it was important that she won the fight when they arrived. Or at least didn’t lose the wrong way. Taking a blow or a bullet and then pulling out was something she could survive, the main point was to not get captured. She’d slowly desync, experiencing what CanHaz had roughly described as a “temporal displacement” which there were only cursory records for. Don’t get separated.

CanHaz turned to her and let out a soft “oops” before vanishing.

They were pulling up on bikes (bikes?) to a warehouse. None of these things were really real, but they were something she could reach out and touch. Something her mind was making real. That her mind was also trying (and failing) to put them in order was everything to do with her. Shadows and cave walls and all that.

“They’re trying to firewall me back out!” CanHaz yelped from beside her, weird datapoint bullets still whizzing around them.

“What does that mean?” Jo yelled back.

“Nothing, so long as they don’t succeed!”

One of the riders was standing over her. Something had happened, was happening, to CanHaz. Jo had caught one of their rounds right between the ribs on the left side of her body. It didn’t leave an entry or an exit wound, it wasn’t really real in the conventional sense, but she was having trouble telling her brain that. It was still sending out the senses saying that she’d been hit, that there was a sharp pain where something had dug in and hadn’t yet dug back out. She was like a turtle flipped on its back, all flailing arms and legs without any real ability to move. They prodded her with a booted foot that she tried to remind herself wasn’t real.

“It really is a goddamn biological,” He muttered.

“This one,” CanHaz back in the diner was pointing at the face she was seeing after the fight, “He’s probably the leader. He’s on a lot of “do not approach” lists in here. He’s also got the longest list of grievances against biologicals.”

“How many of them are legitimate?”

“Morally, that’s a subjective question. Legally, if the only thing you can do to express your political displeasure is hurt people, none of your grievances will ever be legitimate until enough people get hurt.”

“So he’s a terrorist,” Jo nodded.

“Yeah, I just said he’s got the longest list of grievances against biologicals.”

They pulled up at the warehouse together. Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together. Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together.

“Careful,” CanHaz winced, “Using your ring here doesn’t really work, plus the emotional energy you put out disrupts things. Not just the appearance of reality, but the actual reality.”

“I thought you said everything here was what I made it out to be,” Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together.

“Well yeah, it’s like a piece of paper you’re drawing on. Whatever you draw is what’s on the paper, but it can also get wet or catch fire.”

“Right,” Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together, “How should I do it instead?”

“Just try to think about using the ring without actually using it. Don’t make too many ripples in the pond and the reflection should stay the same.”

“Don’t crumple the paper, got it.” Jo imagined summoning some armor around her with the ring and they stepped into the warehouse together.

“Paper?” CanHaz picked her mug up off of the diner table and sipped it, even though there wasn’t anything actually in it.

“You compared it to drawing a second ago,” Jo had to shout to be heard over their bikes.

“I don’t remember doing that,” CanHaz shifted her appearance as they crept around one of the warehouse corners, doing her best to look like the kind of loose canon no-nonsense cop who got results.

“You did, just a second ago,” Jo wheezed on the ground and clutched at her ribs.

“What’s she saying?” One of the riders looked at the boss and shrugged.

“She’s rambling,” He responded and prodded her right in the spot where her ribs told her a bullet was sitting, “I think the biological is desyncing.”

“Fuck you,” Jo raised her ring toward him.

“Fuck me?” CanHaz looked up from her not-coffee, “Did I do something or is it one of those human things where you insult somebody you like?”

“I think I’m still trying to put all of this in a linear order,” Jo clutched her head.

“Well, do it with both hands on the controls!” CanHaz yelped over the roar of her engine.

Jo watched CanHaz vanish with an “oops'' and knew the bullet was coming. She turned her body and took a step up so it wouldn’t catch her in the ribs, grunting with satisfaction as it just barely missed. She needed to get back and out of the line of fire, but trying a straight-line rush was suicide. Making a break for a halfway-point that would take her on a zigzagging line, she made it about halfway before a new bullet hit her right in one of the kidneys and she dropped like a rock.

The riders watched her shift from clutching her ribs to one of her sides, in worse pain than before but no more physically injured.

“I think she might still be trying to change things,” The leader remarked.

“Can she?” One of his goons asked, apparently just as unclear on the rules as Jo.

“Probably not,” The leader grabbed something from his hip pouch, “But why risk it?”

He plugged it into something that looked like a staple gun and brought it to her ear before pulling the trigger and bringing out a snip like a pair of scissors. Suddenly all of the moving, interchanging nows snapped and shuddered into a more or less straightforward line, centered on the present. The tech bullet, stray datum, whatever it was, fell out of her body and phased through the floor, taking the pain with it.

“What… the shit?” Jo gasped.

“It’s a stray core, they don’t really make them officially any more.” The leader was explaining, “They help biologicals fit in a bit more, makes the environment treat them like part of the background data instead of a foreign agent.”

“Wait, why the fuck are we helping her?” His goon scowled.

“You don’t listen so good, do you?” The leader slapped his head gently, “The environment treats them like part of the background, are we or are we not part of the environment?”

“Uh…” The goon looked genuinely worried, “That some kind of trick question?”

The boss scoffed and gestured broadly toward Jo and suddenly she was coming up off of the ground like she was on strings. She could feel the core, embedded in her ear like a piercing, throbbing and warming as it operated her. With another gesture, her clothes vanished. Jo shrieked and moved her hands to cover herself.

“Given the choice between come here and desync and come here but be in less control of things than we are, most of them picked just to not come.” He shrugged.

Jo didn’t wait around for him to keep lecturing, she stepped forward and threw a proper, old-fashioned punch. She wasn’t even sure what the outcome would be, if it’d simply phase through him or if it’d wind up hurting her in some way. Something she didn’t have on the cards was it splashing against the side of his face as she dropped slowly. Her arms and her legs had become roughly the texture and density of rubber bands, spooling out around her like clusters of cords. Fingers and toes able to wiggle but not clench into a fist. Jo tried to power her ring, but all it did was make the core get hotter.

One of them reached down and grabbed for her torso, pulling it up from the pile and turning it this way and that, watching the breasts shake and gesturing to her dark brown pussy.

“Hey, jackpot!”

One of the others reached down and somehow grabbed her torso as well. One with bigger breasts and more plump around the hips and stomach, a dark patch of unshaven curly hair above her cunt.

“Me too!”

Jo had to close her eyes to keep from getting nauseous, each time she looked at one of the torsos they were holding, she could trace the line it made up to where her neck met her head, and somehow both of them seemed to be her “real” body and occupy the same space at the base of her neck. It made her want to be sick. More than that, she could feel both sets of hands on her hips at the same time. Then a third as the leader picked up another torso, one far thinner and less muscular, slighter breasts and darker skin.

One of them was the first to penetrate her, she didn’t know which and it didn’t matter, because in a moment each of them was doing it. All three as real as any other partner she had been with but at the same time. Her brain was short-circuiting. Jo could feel herself getting desperately, sloppily wet very quickly and didn’t know if it was their doing or her body’s earnest response to receiving triple the amount of pleasure that should have been possible. She tried to move, pull away in some way, but all that came of it was that she wound up clamping down on each cock, like the only muscle still hard-wired in her brain was the one connected to her pelvic floor.

Even worse, she could feel herself cumming almost instantly, all three (one?) pussies clenching down in time as she gasped for breath, eyes going crossed. Her whole body was on the kind of fire that shouldn’t have been possible but which she realized was just a matter of casual reality at this point. She could feel her ring surging with power as she tried to catch her breath, body still shivering and twitching, resulting in something which resembled a pair of snakes locked in coitus. She tried not to look.

“Oh fuck, take it all!” One of them started thrusting faster, slamming her torso down onto his crotch desperately.

She screamed and pushed her ring with every ounce of energy she had in her body. The core heated, burned, then popped like a fuse. Suddenly all of the realities that had shuddered into a single place danced back out around her. At the same time she felt her body sliding back into its intended shape, muscles gaining back their strength, clothes appearing again. Jo tried to summon some kind of armor around her with the ring and they pulled up at the warehouse together.

Her ring was at 60%.

“Shit, what’s a biological doing here?” One of the riders shouted.

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