The urge

As you lie in the afterglow you contemplate how much you have changed. The Weapon has made you brilliant you find yourself calculating the real electron distribution in Uranium just for fun. A calculation which typically requires a moon sized quantum computer. It has also changed your sexuality. Indeed the very thought of sex with a man repulses you. Lastly, you have all your memories, even the ones were you slit the throats of your lovers.

With the memories comes the urge. You want to kill Iliana. You need to kill Illiana. Intellectually you know she placed some kind of compulsion on you to never harm her when she changed you. Now twin compulsions war within you threatening your sanity.

Finally after a moment that seemed like an eternity your super intelligent mind finds an answer. There is a suggestion that you never touch The Weapon, but it is weak compared to your desire.

With a single blazingly fast move you snatch it from her.

"Mira! Give..."

You stroke The Weapon willing a soundproof cage around her. One simply appears around her.

You smile. You look at The Weapon and whisper. "Remove any compulsions she put on me." You don't feel any different, but the desire not to harm Illiana dissipates.

You stare into the orb and make a wish. The cage vanishes and anD a katana appears in your hand.

"Mira, hand me me The Weapon!"

You laugh and swing the sword.

"This...this isn't possible the probability of you killing me was less than 0.0000..."

You want her dead far more than you want to know the probability of you killing her. Your sword punctures her eye socket and sloshes around in her gigantic brain.

She gasps and falls to the ground, where life flows out of her. You orgasm.

You stroke The Weapon. In a fashion it is alive. It wants to be used.