A hard future.

<Note: I don't want to write this in the third person. First person from here on out.>

Jeannie pissed me off but after I walked around my block and felt the cool on my face, I allowed myself to realize the scope of the situation.

I am omnipotent.

Any limits I have are the ones I put on myself. I can do whatever I want, for as long as I want to do it.

I've read this story before.

I don't want to get bored. I know the tropes, being immortal with no one to oppose or any real equals is going to make me really lonely and mentally mess me up. Not to mention, I have the potential to become a really messed up guy. I should set some limits on myself, to keep life interesting.

I'm horny as hell.

I really need to think about this with empty balls, superpowered sex sounds fun as hell. I could jack off... but... I wonder what I can get away with in terms of supersex? I don't want to **** anyone... I wonder...

Activate horny-vision!

Immediately, a UI showed up in my vision. Nothing obtrusive, but a path marked with white striped faint lights on the ground was guiding me around the corner: Currently guiding towards the nearest willing sexual partner. It was leading to my neighbor's apartment. A single mom and her daughter. Okay. That works, I need a reason to go there. I queried my omniscience: Who is in the apartment right now?

Salah Priabad. 39 years of age and Yasmin Priabad. 19 years of age.

Which one am I being guided towards?

Yasmin.

How would Salah feel about me having sex with her daughter?

She would respond protectively and would attack you or prevent you by whatever means necessary.

Well her daughter is willing... god damn it I need to fuck someone. Jeannie teased me a lot, okay. I need an excuse to go in. How about... I picked up their mail by mistake? Sure! One quick trip to the mailbox and one lockpicking minigame later, I had my neighbor's mail in my hands. It was honestly kind of sobering. The mail was multiple bills due, final notices, and a letter from the FBI thanking her for turning in her husband who was a ****. He was probably the one who was supporting the family before he was arrested. She stood on principle and now her family was paying the price.

Well, this gives me an in. I can be as much of a wealthy benefactor as I need to be.