The weight of a life

The group sped back to the Beacon. On the way Jasmine did start to regain some movement. When they arrived, the gynoid rushed the partially paralyzed reporter to their healer.

After parting with Jasmine, the technomancer led him to a lounge. The design of the room was simple: blue walls, two comfy looking couches, and a few chairs scattered around. He felt the room was a little barren, but just welcomed a place to relax.

Along the way he had explained the buff Gaia gave to him, so they were expecting it to end soon. Before leaving Reimi requested the corpse of the kidnapper then excused herself after passing it over to a drone she called.

Alone in the room, the Gamer was relaxing his body when the buff's duration ended. Suddenly his feelings were no longer being altered by the abnormal status Gaia had put him under to ensure his survival. The weight of taking another human life was beyond his comprehension. No matter how much he prepared, there was no way for him to know he would react as he currently did. Guilt wracked his mind. Sure the man was a monster that separated him and Meadow, but the man was a living breathing person.

Trembling with fear, images of the man’s pierced head appeared before him. Even though he washed up after retreating, he could swear his hands were drenched in the blood and brains of the man he murdered.

Tears began to stream down his face as he was lost in thought. ‘****, was that ****? I ended the life of another person. How am I supposed to live with that? Before my awakening, the closest I remember coming to taking another life was throwing a mouse stuck to a glue trap into the dumpster. Sure, it probably died, but I didn't see it. The scary part is how easy it was, I barely reacted as Jasmine tortured him right in front of me. Fuck, I need a distraction.’ At first he intended to call Reimi using the telepathic connection, but she had taken the earpiece and even told him that she had deactivated the network.

He took out his phone, intending to play a mobile game, but changed his mind. “Fuck, why did they leave me alone? Reimi even said she expected me to crash. Do they want me to get through this on my own?” he asked no one; the room was empty besides him. “I guess I’ll go find someone.” He just sat and stared at the wall for a while. Eventually, the Gamer peeled himself off the comfortable couch in the lounge area and made way for the door. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away any snot or tears that might remain.

Opening the door he saw the technomancer crouched across from him playing with an unfamiliar handheld device. “Sorry to leave you alone. Dad said if you wanted help, you’d ask for it. Most of us were very young when we first went through what you’re going through. Apparently, Jasmine’s advice to you yesterday was mainly to get over it. That meathead.”

A sigh escaped as she stood up. “I don’t think I’m the best at it, but I’m pretty sure I could have been more understanding than her. Jasmine’s fine, by the way, one of our brothers is quite adept at healing. He’d probably be fucking her if she weren’t still partially paralyzed. Actually, knowing her, she would have egged him on to do just that.”

“Haha, that does sound like something she would do.” A smile cracked on his tear-stained face. “Speaking of Jasmine, were you able to get any information out of the list, that kidnapper–” thinking about the pyromancer he killed caused him to pause mid sentence.

“Don’t worry about that. I may be here chatting with you, but I’m currently using my abilities to scour the net for leads using it as a basis. For now just worry about your mental health. Okay?” she responded in an attempt to reassure him.

“Yea, uh, sure, I guess that makes sense. I just want to find her as soon as possible,” another dreary response was given to the concerned woman.

“Ok, let's get your mind on something else. How would you like to distract yourself? Do you want to go home? Your mom is snoozing, but if you give her a bit of a shake, she should wake up with no effort. I won’t try to replace your friend, but I’m sure I have some games that will easily help you think about anything else. I’m not as good at it as Jasmine, but I could, uh, help you out using my body." The pink haired technomancer did her best to strike a sexy pose. It came off pretty adorable to John.

“I, I don’t know. Going home would probably have the opposite effect. It took me a while to get to sleep last night. And well, I feel guilty gaming, but it has always been the best way for me to escape. As for, um, sex, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you a bit after what Gaia did,” he guiltily admitted. A knot had formed a bit in his stomach thinking about the multiple times he used the busty technomancer's mouth. Especially now that her mouth was essentially a sex organ, all because the supreme deity was picking on her.

Rolling her eyes the woman flicked his forehead. “It’s embarrassing to admit so listen up. Gaia is, as far as I’m aware, completely omniscient. From what I know, she may be playful, but she never completely removes free will.” She paused, holding her head with her hand, and let out a long sigh. “I was already thinking about how to do things with you. I think Gaia just used my fantasies against me the same way we did with your stories. Don’t feel guilty, be happy you got two hot sisters craving your cock.”

“Yea, dream come true. Actually, I was thinking earlier that if it weren’t for Meadow’s situation, this would be my ideal timeline. Superhuman powers, no bullying, sexy women at my side. Probably every nerd's wet dream. Thanks, Reimi, I actually calmed down a bit. If you don’t mind, I would like to try gaming, or the, uh, something else, whichever you prefer.” The last bit came out nervously, his face a shade of pink.

“Hey, I embarrassed myself and was honest. It's your turn to be honest. Say the words, or don’t expect it,” responded the virgin woman, with a blush of her own to match his.

“Could we play some games and do some sexual exploring?”

The innocent way he asked made the pink-haired woman laugh. “Sure, follow me. You’ve been doing a lot of exploring lately, haven’t you, John?” she joked, playfully leading him toward her workshop.

“To be fair, Jasmine did most of the exploring. I was more like an enthusiastic participant. She gave me instructions and I obeyed. It’s not every day that a drop-dead gorgeous woman orders me to fuck them. Or just grabs my dick and starts using it to interrogate me. The closest I had to exploring was when I took control of your head. Well, that and when you gave me the key, but that was also not my doing, that was all Gaia and– ”

“Wow you really do overthink the most random things,” interrupted Riemi. “Dude I was being cheeky, I know my sister pretty much took advantage of you sexually. Heck, if someone told me she assaulted you, I’d one hundred percent believe it. There are plenty of things to rack your brains over, but this stuff isn’t one of them. I literally told you not to feel guilty about what happened with me earlier like a minute ago and your brain finds another reason to go off on a tangent. Anyway, we’re here. Behind that door is my room slash workshop slash gamer cave.” Each time she said ‘slash’, she did a chopping motion.

Opening the door revealed quite a massive room. It was split into two halves, one side looked like a chaotic workshop, the other seemed to be her significantly less chaotic bedding area. An L-shaped wooden workbench took up most of the wall space on the back right corner of the room. There were a variety of tools scattered around, some on the bench, others hung above it on the wall. A giant steel table was covered with mechanical limbs similar to the gynoid that had saved them earlier.

Along the left side of the room was a desk with a bed mounted above it. He was surprised to see that her pc set up seemed pretty standard, just a monitor and PC. A massive television was mounted on the wall, across from it was a simple couch with a pillow and blanket on it. There were various sex toys littered around the room, mostly around the desk and couch. There were two phallic objects fixed to each of the chairs in front of her desk and workbench.

Scratching her head with an embarrassed smile and nervous laugh, she said, “Uh, please excuse the mess. I’m not used to getting company outside my family.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cool, it’s cool, and uh, where do we land on the gaming slash sex scale?” He did the same chopping motion. “Asking for a friend,” joked the Gamer.