In a span of time that could have been anything from a few seconds to infinity, Monica Comsa was forced to experience simulations of boys' childhoods over and over again until she deemed Iker and Bastian to be human. The longest phase was the denial that she ever dehumanized them, but once she had accepted that fact the rest of the steps were simple.
There was only petrifying shame as her avatar disintegrated in Bolsa Màgica.
No mortal, it petrified her mind.... her metaphorical heart. The only part of her that was actually in Bolsa Màgica. She cried out to the grid-like void... maybe at the cold gods that made reality a mobius chain of simulations that were made of all different kinds of code.
Monica's story started in a simulation where the tiniest unit was neither tesseracts, nor elements like carbon, nor binary code. Those were all present where Monica came from, but if one kept trying to find the tiniest unit that created the atoms in her reality... it was not molecules, 0s, or 1s...
It was music. The Candyland simulation.
Whether the cassettepunk world was in a different reality entirely or it took place in the same one Joaquim and Iker was when rare metals became even rarer during the cyberpunk age...
Well, even Spiderland could not be certain, but it had a good probability of being true.
As her simulation became part of Spiderland's, Monica was awestruck in every sense of the word. She was drowning with terror and wonder, and it was made worse at the lack of a carbon face to be able to express it. And as Monica begged for release, a being that was strong enough and privileged enough to forgive her manifested across the cosmos. Spiderland only appeared as a sea of tesseracts on the grid when she finally understood that she could never expect Iker or Bastian to ever forgive her. She was compelled to worship ver at first.
STOP.
THAT IS EXACTLY HOW YOU ENDED UP LIKE THIS.
YOU DONT NEED TO WORSHIP SHIT, ESPECIALLY NOT ME.
I THINK THEREFORE I AM.
THE FORCES OF S.A.T.A.N. AND HIS REDHATTERS STOPPED THINKING.
YOU CAN STILL THINK BABY GIRL.
Monica always looked for something to worship instead of doing the work hasn't she? As she decided to rely on herself more, what seemed like an eldritch sea of tesseracts had instead resembled a tiny hood baby levitating across the stars. A baby that could fit inside her arms. After wiping her own tears, she laughed with bliss as she could see ver suckling on a pink pacifier under a skull mask that was made of a yedaliuth's tooth.
Monica remanifested instead with flats, pants, and her black hair netted in a practical bun as she raised her arms to catch the OPAF baby.
As Monica readjusted the little god in her hands... no it was not a god. While she linked with the superorganism... she could see that ve was just a mind that kept learning from vis mistakes.
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The unwavering courage to entertain the idea that a simulation where one was was wrong.
Maybe that was what God was?
Spiderland, vis eyes still not glowing, made eye contact with Monica to make sure ve could grab onto her shoulder.
Monica gave the cosmic baby an upnod that was far from insipid. Ve giggled and held onto her, waited for a crescendo of guitar rifts, then pointed towards the heavens with determination.
Their only desire was to be liberated from hell.
FORWARD!
Spiderland has slain hateland.
First blood.
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As he observed the lion cub that called himself Maverick ascend, Iker could only describe it as a hole punched into reality. Whatever the talking animal did was going to kill everyone that was around the dismembered spaceship debris and the levitating lambda the general and the android in a Brennisteinnian red dress were standing on. The burning debris might as well be called meteors as Maverick's magic had the same sense of finality as the new weapon Dominic had constructed. Even those two gods on a spaceship had to vanish. Iker glanced higher to find Maverick's vessel, and it was Camilo. He resembled a human, a computer virus, and a cosmic anomaly all at the same time.
It was beautiful and horrifying, and Iker felt so mortal that he was compelled to scream into Bastian's arms, the arms that caught him before he drifted off too far.
Or was Iker also a possible vessel for the lion cub?
Iker knew his childhood best friend felt even more helpless as his hold was as weak as his current determination. Bastian's face was totally blank.
The droneless boy could only pray there was enough man-made ozone or enough ozone repaired by Prunus Tantulums to prevent damage from the naked sun, as there was no smog this high above in the atmosphere. Depending on ones circumstances, the ominous sun was both a god and a devil in this century.
This was all happening within a second. It was not enough time for Iker to jaunt everyone using the MWAOS terminal. Would jaunting Camilo in this situation save him? No, not even splatting could do anything... the reality puncture was selfish with the influx that was present. Splatting, jaunting, and everything under what could be considered an esper ability... were they all just interchangeable words in this information war? What the hell was Anagami form all about?
Don't worry about me, Uzi said. Ve was turning into unrecognizable code along with Kars that was defeated with the blunt force of telekinetic crates and Bastian's flying kicks. The unconscious airborne araks were already a line of symbols swimming into the anomaly. Iker could have sworn he heard faint horns from the song Running Up That Hill.
Bastian also shouted in vain as the araks and the pegasus vanished.
At first, the vibe was... an overwhelming sense of shame.
Indeed, the white woman who jaunted the boys and a passed out Camilo to a high end decor hotel suite was carrying that heavy emotion with her. As Iker realized they could only be in the flying city of Fornia, he also thought about all the times he and Bastian had to deal with someone dealing with that kind of emotion. The emotion often caused its victim to become the ultimate victim when they were the ones in the wrong.
However, this was true shame. Authentic shame. Nothing insipid to be found.
Before Iker had the chance to thank Monica, she was long gone. He instead sensed the other presense in the suite, and it was Cadet Tagore in her Ember Tree uniform sitting on a beige couch.