The same way Marilyn could dictate her will in the digital world, Sophie was now a goddess with little limitations in the normal world. The shimmer surrounding her deformed feet in every direction. This was about Marilyn, and she had to destroy her future evil self. Assuming she won, Marilyn would need to change. So she knew what the digital creature’s last proverbial meal should be.
Everyone had quickly concluded Marilyn was an evil creature, she wasn’t - yet. Martians were right, there should be limitations even on new life. But Sophie knew better, she refused to conclude even the future Marilyn was evil, that would be a violation of her own rules. She was not a judge or a jury. She refused to be judged but in exchanged, she rejected violently those who forced her to act this same way. The cost was honest, she would never impose her will on others, never even if it meant the end.
At the Attractor’s will, Sophie created a place aside from the worlds, a small island of perfection and digital door opened in the whiteness to a new place on earth where still existed an hour of happiness.
The same way Georges had just simply walked into his creation’s world, Marilyn, a digital creature with no human form saw a door materialize. It was cold to the touch. Taking her courage in both hands, Marilyn pushed it open and walked off her digital world directly into the dying physical reality.
Here was the most romantic of nuptial suites. This lodge seemed to be in the Swiss Alps, in a place away from the Apocalypse. In a corner of the room a large bubble bath had been poured, on the bubbles floated rose pedals. In the chimney crackled a fire far enough not to warm dark silk bed sheets. The red rose petals spelled “M & F”.
This was it, she smiled wiping the last tears. In her mind, she was unable to see futures having to do with Sophie. The young girls saw her deepest needs (not that she had not been obvious recently) and she even added music. The song was one of her favorite, Andrea Bocelli and Tony Bennett’s version of Strangers in Paradise. She had used it in part on an old round of the game.
Marilyn, dressed by a young twelve year old still wore the most sexual dark red lace onesie known to man. Liam had grown her in more than one way. Her beasts were held by a garter and below her legs were framed by long lace socks. She quickly inspected herself and knew tears would ruin what came next. She turned to look at an invisible camera and moving silently her lips, she thanked the Attractor.
Only Sophie could exculpate her from Multiversal destruction.she just admitted to killing her mother, her unborn brother and setting a path to the end and the young girl got her this.
In this place, her body was real, human and filling by the seconds with rushing hormones. She moved both hands sensually over the lace and touched her smooth body and for the first time in her long life, she felt her skin and she was human. It tingled and the feelings were overwhelming. She remembered this strange feeling when kidnapped to the Underworlds, she was then a mind only, limited as humans were. This was better, she was goddess incarnate. Deep in her body, hormones were running up long veins and sexual feelings began to build and burn in her deepest secretive places. Her heart was racing and her skin getting warm.
The lace felt wonderful and for decades now, she had engulfed mankind and pretended she knew what seduction was. She touched herself and as her hands got closer to her loins, she almost lost control of herself.
“Emotions,” she spoke to herself as billions of voyeurs watched.
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The song ended and began George Michael’s version of Don’t Let The Sun Go Down on Me began. The piano made her cry. Like a child given a puppy, she could not stop crying of pure delight. Sophie had given her waterproof mascara but every technology had limits and black streaks were running down her perfect cheeks.
Marilyn finally took a hold of herself and walked to the bucket of ice. In it floated real bottles from the past Century. She opened one and as she started pouring the bubbly into the two flutes, the door behind her opened. She did not turn but the hair on the back of her neck lifted. She smiled to herself and her hands began to shake spilling some of the yellow liquid. Tears of pure joy ran down her cheeks as she took a sip of the cold liquid. Her joy was now complete. The hell with the Rho waves, mankind or the Multiverse, this moment was her gift from Sophie before the finale.
Sophie was, to say mildly, perfection.
This was the first time she tasted food, drank champagne and now would make love.
Behind her, a hand slid on her waist up to her belly button. The other hand of this elusive stranger held a large chocolate-covered strawberry. “Try this with it,” said Francois Copland as he gently put the fruit to her lips. Marilyn’s hand was shaking as she dropped the bottle back in the ice. The contact with Francois’s hand was electrifying and sent shivers up her entire body. This was too much in a matter of minutes. She was discovering so many emotions at once, feelings.
This new human body was sending emotions and feelings to this brain.
“Where are we?” asked Francois in her ear. He was standing inches behind her. His entire body was touching hers. His body towered behind and she felt he was already ready for what would come next.
In a complete abandonment of who she was, she whispered, “Who cares.” Her body was on fire. Francois knew this would not be a present difficult to unwrap.
Marilyn was unable to control any of the hundreds of emotions struggling to make her crazy. She did not want to waste a second and turned dropping the champagne on the floor and jumped on the man like a spider capturing a prey before the glass even hit the floor. Sophie made sure there was no broken glass. Marilyn’s long legs crossed in his back and the couple fell backwards on the bed behind them.
As earth was being pulverized and mankind watched the final performance of the game locked in a battle of energy, the couple made passionate love several times. Marilyn felt she could be better and could take better care of the brilliant Mathematician, but this was her gift from the Attractor. Francois would be ‘forced’ to perform and while he was no expert lover, the fact his deepest sexual fantasy stood there unlocked all his inhibitions. It wasn’t hard to lose oneself in such a fantasy and the man did.
Thanks to the Sixth Attraction, the barrier between worlds was falling or had already fallen. A creature lost in the digital world was able to live and copulate with a human man. The reality of dream and the digital world touched the normal world. Marilyn knew this was her only chance to understand what it meant to live. She had never seen this moment but she had dreamt it. As she saw herself destroy the world, the Multiverse and killing her father in the process, this single scene kept her sane.
Then, she began to pant. She was no dog, for crying out loud she was a goddess about to take over the Multiverse but breathing was now out of her control and she just did. Francois undressed and slowly slid his penis in. Nothing could have prepared or warned her for what she felt. She, literally yelled. Her fingers dig deep in his flesh and the man did not care. The world was ending and this was the absolute perfect way to go. Endorphins rushed in and brought the woman to paradise.
As every good story, this one included romance. Humans could at time be lustful, but above the impulse to reproduce was a rare and pure moment to true connection. Marilyn, the virgin and dreamer discovered what it meant to be truly alive.
The couple made love and Marilyn vibrated in indescribable ways. Orgasm was not conceivable without having experienced it. There were no words, no information just pure lust.
She never let him speak.
The world could end now. It would. The Sixth Attraction could start, she was ready.
She knew lust.
Francois looked in her eyes, she collected herself, she knew love and simply touched his cheek and spoke, “sorry.”
She now needed to kill everyone.