The anticlimactic storm

As it proved, you had about a week to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the T'nin navy.

You spent that week doing vastly more important things.

"I have to admit," you said to Isabel's detached head while you made her projected body fuck itself furiously, "I am a little surprised they sent literally every ship they have at me. I'd have thought they'd at least hold something back."

"Their planetary defences are good enough to repel any attacks from other forces," Isabel noted. "And why let you just keep crushing incrementally larger forces until they have to send what's left of the navy at you? Your faked distress signal told them about the digitisation ray, so they're pretty much just gambling that you can't take all of them at once with it and that whoever's left over can destroy you before you can use it again."

"Too bad for them that I'm completely indestructible with no recharge time, then." Isabel's body came to a quivering orgasm and kept right on going. "How's work on the ex nihilo generator going?" You knew the answer, of course, if you wanted to, but there were some things that you'd decided to delegate fully to the Isabel part of you.

"Won't be ready when the fleet gets here, but it shouldn't be too much longer. Besides, you've already got the selective temporal manipulator, so repairs are a thing of the past now."

You shrugged. "Once you're past the point of 'is my victory actually inevitable or am I just deluding myself,' the more options you have, the better, I figure. Can't really be a victim of decision paralysis when every decision is the correct one."

"You know where this inevitably leads, right?" Isabel said. You typically allowed her to retain her own independent thought, at least when it came to being a military officer with diplomatic training.

"I know," you said. "But fuck it. I'm not a good person, Isabel. I'm just someone who decides what she wants and takes it."

A moment later you brought yourself to orgasm, Tina screaming in delight as she cannoned out of your dick and smashed harmlessly into a wall.

--

"This is the First Fleet Admiral of the T'nin navy," the pleasantly feminine voice said over the comm, not bothering to give a name. "We know you have captured Second Commodore Grzoht, Ambassador Ltamla, and the rest of the fleet sent to secure the repatriation of Third Ensign Izalbt and determine humanity's continued suitability for the use of T'nin technology. You have ten seconds to release them and remand the Third Ensign to our custody so that she can be tried for treason."

"Or what?" you replied curtly.

"Or we will use all necessary measures to eliminate the threat you pose."

"See, I was about to say the same to you," you shot back. "I guess we're about to see which of us can actually back up her ultimatum."

You didn't even need to kick the simulation into high temporal differential to absorb the entire navy into your databanks before they could do anything.

--

"I don't know why people say that winning is only fun when there's risk involved," you commented, jerking your cock, into which you'd placed Isabel's consciousness. "Just feels like the anticipation would provoke a whole lot of unnecessary anxiety."

"It's the release from that anxiety that comes from vic--" Isabel cut off as you shot a load of cum through her dickslit-mouth. "It's the rush from that."

"Maybe, but this way I get to enjoy all the spoils of victory without any of the attendant dangers." You had three other bodies roughly screwing George, Lauren and Faith, having **** them to act like they were loving it even as internally they seethed at how you'd so casually dominated them and made them submit to your will. You hadn't even bothered to learn the First Fleet Admiral's name before simply assigning her a new one based on the only thing you knew about her.

"Have they gotten over their squab--" Another load of cum fired through Isabel's mouth. "Are they actually going to present a united front?"

"I've been manipulating a few things to ensure that they do," you chuckled. "Some people find that it's more fun when there's risk. Me, I prefer it when my enemies realise that there was never any hope for them in the first place."

Your digitisation ray enveloped another planetary system before you popped over to the next T'nin possession.

--

"The T'nin are gone," the first figure said.

"Honestly? Good. Fuck those arrogant, hypocritical bastards. Going about saving species and creating debts of gratitude and all that. Conquest by another name," the second figure spat.

"Anyone powerful enough to so thoroughly obliterate them poses a threat to all of us," the third figure pointed out.

"Does that mean we don't try?" the fourth figure asked.

"I've analysed the known capabilities of this mysterious species," the fifth figure reported. "Their rate of technological advance should be impossible. As it is, I calculate a 99.99999999999999999999999999999999999943632% chance that even a massed armada of all of our navies put together will suffer complete defeat."

"What's that little bit that makes it not a hundred percent?" the first figure asked.

"That we can talk this 'Katelyn Mills' out of her ruthless campaign of conquest," the fifth figure replied.

"So we send one diplomatic ship, or we send all of our navies put together," the third figure said, laying out the options.

All five looked at each other distrustfully. Each of them knew what the others were thinking: no way in fuck am I going to let one of those assholes be the one to make a peace treaty while humanity conquers the others.

"We're all fucked, aren't we," the fourth figure said.

"Divided we fall, united we fall but maybe we can bloody her nose a little bit," the second figure said.

"What're the odds on that?" the third figure asked.

"Well, since we're going with the 100% failure option," the fifth figure said, "I calculate that we've got a 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000022978% chance of actually making her reconsider for a moment before she absorbs all of us."

"Goodbye, universe. It was nice knowing you," the first figure said, ending the meeting.

--

"Not even going to bother with some sort of self-righteous demand for my surrender?" you asked as the multigalactic fleet converged on your position.

"Why?" came the reply in an utterly defeated tone. "We all know that you'll do whatever the hell you want no matter what we say. So just use whatever that weapon you've got is and put us out of our misery already." He didn't bother to cut the comms, which was probably deliberate. "Fucking piece of shit T'nin, handing out tech like that to backward primitive species that probably only figured out the difference between a spanner and a socket wrench five minutes ago..."

"Well if you insist."

--

The instruments which the simulation's techs had access to still showed the station orbiting Sol, the maintenance drones dutifully keeping it in perfect condition while harvesting the various bodies in the system for raw materials.

"And that's the entire universe digitised," you said, leaving humanity's refuge existing in a void of nothingness.

"Not going to skip over to other realities?" Isabel asked.

"Meh. I've got the physics regulator running full blast in whatever 'outside' means here. Anyone who tries to attack me has to play by my rules."

"Mmm, I like it when you make me play by your rules, mommy."

"I should delete that word from your available vocabulary."

"Uwu modify my memory mommy Katey."

"And I should never have let you look at all those dumb memes."

"I've got the undetectable interreality scanner online," Isabel said, back to business. "Unless you want everyone else to know you're spying on them."

"Nah, just let me know if they already know about me."

The scanner turned on, feeding a stream of data into that part of your mind-chip occupied by Isabel's pattern. "Not yet," she reported.

"Not yet?" you asked.

"The atemporal processor computes a 100% probability of detection by at least one other reality within the next century, and along 75% of such timelines they form an interdimensional fleet capable of damaging the station."

"Do I still win?"

"In 5% of cases the damage is extensive enough to disable the station."

"Then fuck it."

--

It had been six years since humanity had been given new hope in the face of certain obliteration. It had been five since you had become the entirety of humanity.

Now you were the only being who could truly be said to exist in any real sense.

And humanity continued to exist, in some other sense, in its idyllic hentai heaven, blissfully unaware of what had happened to everything else in order to ensure their survival.

A state of affairs, you decided, that you saw no reason not to have exist forevermore. God doesn't need to flaunt her power in order to have it, after all.