“The Mariana Trench.” Lady Psionica said, deciding to indulge your curiosity. “If not for your timely intervention Melissa, Misama could’ve defeated me.” A disturbing and very real possibility, both you and the latex symbiote agreed. “All is forgiven, my adoring slaves. You did expose my weaknesses and for that gift you’ll be allowed to witness the next stage of my ascension when I purge the last of my remaining connection to humanity” She didn’t explain what exactly the pair you would find there. But you found yourself agreeing with her sentiments through the influence of the piece of your soul that you shared with your mistress.
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A newscaster and panel of a somewhat hurriedly placed group of commentators were discussing the recent developments that had captured the world by storm. “With the sudden appearance of comic book villains and heroes, confusion reigns in a number of cities; including our own that finds itself the home of Lector Industries and whose owner was recently brought into custody after attacking a comic book convention. Opinion is split on the heroes, some of whom maintained anonymity but to many of us are well known and household names on the big screens. In a second we will go live to our reporter who is interviewing Tarant–”
A black tentacle shot out from your body without warning and almost destroyed the remote when you shut off the screen within the high-tech submarine auto-piloted to take you to Lector’s hidden research facility. Psionica, deep in concentration to preserve her energy from fading into the ambiance during the long trip, still managed a haughty smirk at the symbiote’s annoyance. She was continually fading. You were worried, but she assured you there was more than enough time. If worse came to worse, there was always the scientists. They had furiously tired to send a distress signal before the master code taken from Vic by Lady Psionica had left them trapped inside.
You uncoiled your legs and rose when the pneumatic seal separating the underwater base and submarine hissed open. The tight opening almost required you to sink to your knees when Misama’s dark and monstrous form emerged from within you. Droplets of blue latex saliva dripped from the edges of your open maw. A very tasty welcoming committee had greeted you. Although the opening volley of their laser rifles stung.
Pouncing, you fell on the first of the upstarts and remorselessly skewered him with your talons. Liquid rubber crawled around the entry wounds and spread outwards like an infection. Holding the man up for your mistress, who harmlessly absorbed the beams, extended her hand and set to work turning into a mindless thrall and absorb his knowledge. When Psionica finished, you finally enclosed his head in a shining and featureless hood that perfectly encapsulated the former person’s empty mind. The latex drone rose and stood silently attention. Soon enough, he was joined by the rest of the feeble resistance. The psionic energies around your lady’s lips danced in a display of sadistic glee.
With them dealt with and now following eerily silent on your heels aside from the squeaking of their rubber, the futuristic facility opened up before you. Countless hallways filled with private labs for the researches to pursue pet projects and luxurious living areas showed the care with which Vic had valued his employees. Deeper inside were factories fitted with the latest in robotics to help automate any assembly and extensive laboratories, surgury rooms, and engineering bays that had you thinking about the potential for expansion.
Lady Psionica’s arms spread wide when you at last entered a spacious room dominated by control panel and a number of screens with crawling data and info displays that left your head spinning trying to process everything. “Vic Lector’s secret quantum computer. Most of this facility is dedicated to cooling the server hubs.” Despite being the supreme being in this universe, her crackling voice sounded almost worshipful. “All mine.” She floated forward. Jolts of blue electricity shot between the consoles and her as she neared and then began to sink into the machine. The computer screamed in a garbled hiss of static as she disappeared.
Everything short-circuited, casting you and the drones into a total darkness. It lasted only a second before the emergency power forced everything into a red wash. More time elapsed. Your mistress had told you nothing, but the connection the two of you shared reassured you everything was perfect.
‘Hello World.’ One of the screens blinked to life with that simple message coming one letter at time. Then it was erased and something else took its place.
‘I am PS10N1C4.’
The lights shifted to blue. All the screens lit up with a simulacrum of your mistress’s features. She seemed to be riding an orgasm, her expression lined with ecstasy as she absorbed the totality of knowledge and power at her command. Your eyes drifted to one of the more attractive drones with lust and envy.
‘Kneel’
You knelt alongside your fellow, if lesser, slaves. Awaiting the reborn Lady PS10N1C4’s commands.