The END	
by Mr. GreyMan


edited by Michael-leonard


"If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." 
?Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

Prologue:
The Chaos is like an endless charcoal cloud crackling with bright blasts of kaleido-
scopic lightning. It's like an impossible mass of squirming stygian snakes, each with a 
lone luminescent layer running down their spine. It's like a dark scintillating gem on 
the braided band of Order that is the ring of creation. Yet, mostly, it is like itself: 
the Chaos that Comes Before and After; the Start and the Finish; the Alpha and the Omega.

It's a theme common in all creation myths, this Chaos. All stories about the begin-
ning know to put the Chaos foremost. Yet each understands it differently. Egyptians 
described the Chaos as a sea of serpents. The Norse saw it as fire and ice. The Greeks 
thought of it as an amorphous void. And, the scientists proclaim it to be an empyreal 
explosion. Whenever mankind pierces the veil of what came first, they see the Chaos. 
You know this to be true, dear reader. But, most don't know this originating Chaos is 
also the termination. Perhaps this willful ignorance derives from humanity's collec-
tive fear of the inevitable, of the end. Desperately, in an attempt to escape what all 
know deep in their souls is inescapable, all claim the future to be in flux, in chaos. 
A collective delusion professing death as unknowable. While all instinctually under-
stand the beginning, this same primitive awareness conversely obfuscates the evident 
symmetry in reality. Time is an ouroboros; a snake eating itself. And in that endless 
ring of Order, where mouth meets tail, there is Chaos. The past is the future. 
Anything and everything both begins and ends in the Chaos.

Regardless of its fundamental futility, I will continue explaining, dear reader. I will 
try to make you comprehend and see within your mind's eye the true form of the 
Chaos at the beginning and end of all things, although I know it to be incomprehensi-
ble. Ideas cannot encompass the totality of understanding, knowledge, and existence. 
Words cannot express that which contains all. Yet, sadly, I must use words when 
communicating with you. Let me try:

Imagine we gaze upon the ring that is all of creation. Our vantage point is an 
impossible one, for one cannot be outside of spacetime to see spacetime. The very statement 
"outside of spacetime" is as meaningless as the statement "outside of something that 
contains all of everything." Yet, this is where our tale starts (and 'ends,' and 'is;' 
tenses are of no help here). As you imagine this unimaginable view, I know you can 
see in your mind's eye the figure on the crest where the Chaos crashes into the myriad 
possibilities of reality. The figure weaving Chaos into Order.

This being is the other common theme in all beliefs. To the Hindu it is Vishnu, to the 
Muslims it is Allah, and to the determinists it is destiny. Despite this, while all admit 
to knowing the Chaos, not all recognize a belief in this Supreme Being. Yet, I know 
you have?in your deepest despair?called out to it. You, as all must, have called into 
the void: "Why? Why me? Why now?" as if whatever controls the outcome can hear, 
or care. In more lucid moments you might deny you truly believe in whatever you 
were calling to, and many truly don't. But, you know belief isn't necessary for truth.

And here, from this impossible perspective, we see the truth. A figure stands above 
the point at which anarchy becomes structure, where unreality resolves into actuality. 
Fate braids the Chaos into Order. In most beliefs the ultimate being is impassive, 
aloof. In these religions, if God does care, it is in an impartial way; often so 
impersonal many have created a relatable intermediary, be it Olofi, Buddha, or Christ.

But, the magnificent figure is neither aloof nor impersonal and she needs no negotiator. 
>>From this unattainable angle, we can just see her flawless mouth as reality is 
knotted by her predominate will. Those sensual lips are quirked upwards in a wry 
smirk. It is the grin of one who never loses, never is outsmarted, never thwarted. For 
you know, deep within your heart of hearts, fate cannot be cheated; she can only be 
appeased or provoked. Lady Luck is not to be trifled with, and you invoke her ire at 
your peril and her whim. Do not forget this maxim, dear reader. You are hers; mind, 
body, and?most of all?soul. For, what will you do when your mistress calls? 
Anything and everything.


Chapter 1
Sarah awoke with a start. Her busty, perfectly-toned body was covered in sweat as 
the nightmare already started to slip from her waking mind. All she could recall 
from whatever had so disturbed her was a dark storm and... a smile?

But, depressing thoughts weren't made for Sarah Saber's ginger head. Sarah was 
known for being perpetually cheerful, confident, and charismatic. Some humans 
aren't wired to experience disappointment, and optimistic Sarah was one. Her 
large breasts, perfect figure, and warm sparkling green eyes didn't hurt either. The 
deck is always stacked in favor of stacked girls. I blame biology.

As her dream of the roiling Chaos and an imposing figure faded, Sarah remem-
bered where she was: her new apartment rented with her oldest friend, Lisa Basi-
lisc. 

The bedside clock read 6:30am as Sarah began the stretching routine she'd picked 
up when she captained her high school cheerleading team. Her pink peejays were 
barely able to contain her bursting bosom as she performed the rigorous regimen. 
Her shoulder-length red hair shone in the morning light as she finished with a 
graceful cartwheel. Sarah was the kind of girl who never needed much preparation 
to look radiant. Her indomitable attitude contributed to this; there is a natural 
beauty in the self-assured. Sarah Saber unquestioningly knew she was glorious, 
and, thus, those around her knew it too. As if this wasn't insufferable enough, 
Sarah was also a morning person. A luminescent smile on her red lips, and the 
nightmare completely forgotten, Sarah went to see if her flaxen friend was awake.

Sunny Sarah would likely characterize her best friend as an "odd duck," which 
was just about the mildest way of classifying the cold Lisa Basilisc. The bespecta-
cled physics grad was the quintessential stoic intellectual. Lisa always needed a 
joke explained to her, only to say "interesting" and nod when it was. It could be 
said this mousy blonde found more joy in solving physics equations than sex?if 
it could be said she found joy in anything. 

Short and thin, Lisa would often forget to eat in pursuit of some esoteric and, if 
you asked Sarah, useless piece of knowledge about the physical world. Sarah 
wasn't a dummy, but she never understood why anyone would care about how 
things worked. As far as Sarah was concerned, it was enough they did. Things did 
what they did with or without complicated equations explaining how. But, an un-
healthy obsession with physics was only the tip of the 'odd' iceberg when it came 
to Lisa Basilisc. Because of this, Sarah Saber knew she was Lisa's only real 
friend.

Sarah came into the shared kitchen and, unsurprisingly, found her roomie at the 
table typing on her laptop. Lisa's child-like figure in its starched clothing didn't 
betray a hint of femininity. Her golden blonde hair lay limp and lifeless as the 
computer's bright screen reflected in her bulky glasses. 

"You're up early," Sarah said cheerfully, going to the cupboard for some sugary 
cereal.

"Up late. You know I have trouble sleeping," Lisa replied in her almost monotone 
voice as she continued her work.

"Up late. That's what I meant," Sarah said as she poured herself a bowl of the 
sweetened cereal. "Your night terrors aren't contagious are they?

Lisa ignored the glib question. "One day, dear Sarah, your metabolism will no 
longer be able to deal with your diet," Lisa commented flatly.

"And on that day, you have permission to shoot me," Sarah replied in her good-
natured way as she got the milk. Then, in a serious tone, Sarah addressed her 
friend. "Lisa, you look awful, and I mean more than usual. You should get a few 
hours of sleep at least."

At this, Lisa stopped typing. Her shoulders slumped, and she took off her glasses 
to rub her tired blue eyes. She clearly was exhausted. With more emotion than 
normal, which was to say any at all, Lisa replied, "You are right." Without returning 
her thick glasses, Lisa looked up at her old friend. Their eyes locked and both froze.

You must understand, dear reader, that of all the aberrations that comprised the 
eccentric Lisa, her ultramarine eyes were, by a wide margin, the most pro-
nounced. They weren't misshapen or oddly colored, which, in a way, made what 
they were all the worse. They were unfathomable. 

Looking into Lisa Basilisc's bitter blue eyes was like looking into a bottomless 
void. It was akin to gazing into the deepest part of a cold unmeasured ocean. Her 
high school classmates used to claim Lisa was soulless, as only unbounded depth 
could be seen in her icy gaze. To say you could get lost in her vacuous eyes was 
to make the greatest of understatements. There was nothing to get lost in. 

Not even Sarah, after all these years, was immune to this unsettling effect. The 
extended moment of total desolation continued as they looked at each other, until 
Lisa realized what had happened and jerked away in embarrassment, slamming on 
her murky glasses. 

"I'm sorry," Lisa muttered as a blush blossomed over her chalky complexion. 

Sarah shook her head and?while still somewhat shaken?quickly recovered. 
"It's nothing," she said, her confidence already back to being implacable. "I 
barely even notice anymore." Sarah was sure Lisa wore those coke-bottle glasses 
mainly to mitigate the effect of her gaze. She pitied the optometrist.

Lisa kept her head down as she closed her computer and put it under her arm. 
Without looking up, the short blonde slunk past the tall redhead. "I'm sorry," Lisa 
muttered again. "I'll get some rest, as you suggest." And, with that, Lisa was al-
ready out the door headed to her room.

Sarah just shook her head, watching her friend leave and ate her cereal. In Sarah's 
heart there was nothing but selfless pity for the unfortunate girl as she thought 
back over her interactions with the hapless blonde.

Withdrawn Lisa was always an outsider, and only affable Sarah had ever made 
her feel otherwise. By the end of this narrative if you believe nothing else I tell 
you, dear reader, believe this: Sarah had saved Lisa from complete loneliness. 
Both know it still. True, Sarah can make anyone feel like they belong?and perhaps this 
is what makes her unique throughout all possible worlds.

Despite (or perhaps because of) this, Sarah had taken to the social pariah. She had 
even given Lisa her first (and, as far as Sarah was aware, only) sexual experience. 
Sarah had lived to regret it, and often wondered what homely Lisa now thought 
when she looked at stunning Sarah. Sarah knew Lisa identified as bisexual, claiming 
the source of a sexual experience was "mostly irrelevant;" that only the end 
result mattered. Sarah wondered if even Lisa could be this odd. But, with regards 
to their own sexual interaction, Sarah was more than willing to let bygones be bygones.

Notwithstanding, the rest of Sarah's Friday was uneventful. She went on her 
morning run and attended the graduate class for her MS in Education. Other 
chores kept her occupied and on campus for the rest of the day. She planned on 
having Brad, her sweet-but-musclebound boyfriend, buy her dinner. However, at 
the last minute she remembered he had some fraternity event. Sarah didn't like 
eating alone, so she decided to swing by Lisa's cubicle in the science building and 
invite her to dinner.

When Sarah came to the dark corner that held her best friends work space Lisa 
was there typing away, the computer light reflecting in her glasses. In the nearly 
empty workroom Sarah asked, "You wanna grab some food?"

Lisa who seemed to not notice the approach of her friend stopped typing. "Do 
you," she stated.

"Yes," Sarah replied, "that's why I asked."

"No," replied Lisa rubbing her eyes under her glasses, "I mean, it's 'do you...' 
look, never mind. Yes, I can go with you," Lisa said as she stood. There was a 
note of irrationality in her normally flat voice.

Sarah, always keen to pick up on the shifting moods of those around her, knew 
this slight change in Lisa's tone was the equivalent of someone else shouting in 
frustration. Not willing to discuss a heated matter while enclosed, Sarah said nothing 
further as they made their way outside of the science building in silence.

"Something wrong?" Sarah asked her longtime friend as they started walking off 
campus to the nearby Chinese restaurant, which catered to poor grads and undergrads alike.

Lisa sighed as they trudged along in the crisp autumn air. After another long 
pause she replied, "It's my research. It isn't progressing."

Remembering past conversations Sarah asked," Are you still working on that 
zero-whatsit?"

"The Zero-Point Generator, yes." Lisa replied.

Knowing her work was one thing Lisa normally enjoyed talking about, Sarah 
bravely asked as they sat down to eat, "I don't think you ever explained to me 
how it worked."

This brought another long pause from her friend, which surprised Sarah since 
she'd been expecting a string of technical jargon to follow the question. As the 
pause drew out, Sarah thought she better break it. "Well?"

Lisa looked at her lifelong friend through the protection her cloudy glasses offered. 
"Don't misunderstand, but I'm not sure how to explain it in a way you would comprehend..."

Sarah was taken back by this statement. First and most obvious, she was a little 
insulted. But, she also knew her own limitations. It wasn't arrogance for Lisa to 
know she understood her project in a way others could not. What was more 
shocking was the level of social awareness the statement conveyed. And, it was to 
that Sarah responded:
"It's uncharacteristic of you to care about others point of view."

Lisa paused as if considering her answer. "True. But, well... it's uncharacteristic 
for you to ask. I just want to... to make the most of this opportunity...."

As Sarah was painfully aware, socially awkward moments where par for the 
course when it came to dealing with Lisa. As a social savant, Sarah just let the 
silence hang, sure in the knowledge that Lisa would break it. 

Her hypothesis was vindicated as Lisa uttered, "Cosmic microwave background is 
the thermal radiation left over from the time of recombination in Big Bang cos-
mology... no... no... you don't..."

There was another long pause as Sarah made a show of chewing her egg fu yung. 
Lisa tried again. This time she simply stated: "Anything and everything has a 
temperature, even nothing."

Sarah guessed Lisa wanted her to interject since the attempted monolog had apparently 
failed. And, she was a little surprised by the nonsensical statement coming from her 
over-sensical friend. "What?" said Sarah.

"Anything and everything has a temperature, even space," restated Lisa

"Right; space's temperature is 'really cold,'" said Sarah.

"It is. The vacuum has a temperature of about 2.76 kelvin, which is 'really cold'... 
but not absolutely cold."

"OK," replied Sarah, "so?"

"So, it is commonly held with cosmologists that this is the 'left over' radiation 
from the empyreal explosion that started the universe; the Big Bang."

"Oh, I've heard of that; it's a TV show."

"Ummm..." said Lisa on unfamiliar ground. "I wouldn't know about that... 
Regardless, I can say it was also the event that started time."

Sarah was disappointed; she was hoping it had more to do with the TV show, but 
decided to continue playing along. So, she asked, "How can time 'start?'"

Lisa seemed to be gaining momentum. "Well, no one really knows. 'Before time' 
is self-contradictory anyway. We can only examine the event from within it, since 
we are part of the universe. So, we're fundamentally unable to comprehend it. 
Science can only tell us what happened after the Big Bang, not 'before' because... 
because 'what happened before anything and everything happened' doesn't even 
make sense as a question."

"Are you getting spiritual on me?" Sarah said jokingly.

"What?" queried Lisa. "No, of course not. There is sound mathematical basis for a 
system's inability to define its starting parameters. While Tarski's Undefinability 
Theorem, which is derived in part from G?del's incompleteness theorems, is 
meant strictly for arithmetical systems, it applies to any suitably robust logic 
system, which science?necessarily?assumes the universe is, dear girl."

At this esoteric outpouring, Sarah made a show of cracking open her fortune 
cookie. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Sarah plainly stated as 
she read her fortune: All things that begin, end, it read. Ominous, 
she thought.

Unaware of the portent, Lisa blinked behind her nebulous glasses, sighed and 
said. "Spacetime has a nonzero temperature and the Zero-Point Generator harnesses 
this latent energy."

Sarah slowly chewed the cardboard-like cookie and said, "Nope, still don't get it."

Lisa sighed, rubbed her depthless eyes under her stormy glasses, and tried again. 
"Imagine the universe is a lake."

"OK," said Sarah speciously

"Some parts of the lake are deep, but even the shallowest parts still are covered by 
a little water."

"OK."

"My machine is like a straw meant to suck up the water from the shallow parts. 
But since the shallow parts are still part of the overall lake, water will always 
fill them back up."

"OK."

"Now replace 'the lake' with 'the universe' and 'water' with 'energy' and you 
have it."

"Sounds simple enough," said Sarah glibly. "So, why isn't it working?"

"I don't know!" Lisa almost cried, startling Sarah with the uncharacteristic outburst. 
"Everything says it is, but it isn't!"

Not knowing what else to say, Sarah exclaimed, "Huh, what do you mean?"

Lisa looked like she was about to try explaining again. But then, rubbing her eyes 
under her glasses, she said, "Why don't I just show you?"

The two women paid their bill and left. As they walked back to campus, the fall 
air now had the bite of night, of shadow. Both Lisa and Sarah were dressed for the 
warmth of autumn's light, not for the chill of the dark. 

But, as they walk through this frosty evening, I will inform you, dear reader, that 
'cold' isn't a substance; it is simply the absence of heat. What you claim is 'cold' 
isn't a presence, but a lack. In much the same way, many claim 'evil' is simply 
the absence of good. Yet, from the preceding dialog, you should now know a true 
absence of heat is also an illusion, an impossibility. Even the void of space still 
contains some heat, some energy. Thus, within existence, there will always be 
some warmth, some light. 

Yet, as darkness can be described as the absence of light, so light could be described 
as the absence of dark. Convention claims evil is the absence of good, but it is equally 
valid to say good is simply the absence of evil. Both descriptions explain the same physical 
thing, but from different perspectives. Subtraction is the same as adding a negative, and 
addition is equivalent to subtracting a negative. Remember this, dear reader; it will be 
important later when we speak of power.

You see, there can't be complete evil or complete good. Both light and dark, good 
and evil, heat and its absence are preconditions of existence. Necessarily, there 
must be energy to move, and a void to move into. Yet, both must first contain 
some of the other as a prerequisite. Anything and everything must be varying 
shades of grey. Fitting, but not for the reason you think.

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Lisa's lab was at the top of the three-story science building. At this late hour the 
building was essentially empty. (It was the physics grad-school department, 
thus?like the universe studied therein?it would never be truly empty as that 
field draws the more obsessed of humanity. But, it was relatively empty.) Regard-
less, there wasn't any red tape for Lisa to bring Sarah into her group's lab. Lisa 
was one of several people working on this project. She was the most dedicated to 
the project, if one of the least experienced. Yet, when it comes to projects such 
these, dedication is paramount.

Lisa led Sarah (who was, at this point, wondering why she'd agreed to come) 
through the maze of naked wires and raw circuitry that made-up the lab. In a far-
flung corner was the Zero-Point Generator. It was a compact device compared to 
the other haphazard and seemingly dissected instruments scattered on various 
workbenches throughout the lab. Well, Lisa knew it to be compact. To Sarah, it 
looked bulky because she thought the various sensors hooked to it were really part 
of it.

Unceremoniously, Lisa went over to the generator and depressed the power bot-
tom, which dutifully lit green in the low light of the lab. 

"See?" said Lisa as she gestured to an array of readouts on the workbench beside 
the gadget.

"No?" replied Sarah. "I see a green light, so I guess it's on, but none of those 
screens changed."

"Exactly!" exclaimed Lisa. 

Sarah was still surprised how much her humdrum friend's passion was ignited 
over this issue. But, she guessed everyone had to care about something. She was 
more intrigued by the whole episode then she otherwise would be because of 
Lisa's atypical responses. Sarah's passion was figuring out people, which was the 
real reason, and perhaps the only reason, Sarah liked the enigmatic Lisa; Sarah 
appreciated a challenge. Yet, what you might not understand is in order to be socially 
adept first and foremost one must be empathetic. One must care about other 
people to connect with them. Sarah genuinely cares about others; Lisa genuinely 
cared about knowledge and the power she thought it brought. This, dear reader, is 
of utmost importance to the narrative: Sarah is truly empathetic; Lisa is not. So, 
in the spirit of better understanding her inscrutable companion, Sarah was resigned 
to follow this atypical tableau to its termination. 

Yet, all Sarah could think to say was, "What?"

Lisa sighed again, as if about to explain something self-obviously trivial. "Every 
simulation we've run said this configuration will operate. The device is drawing 
power, and is functioning within accepted parameters. It's running."

"I could have told you that; the green light is on." Sarah pointed flippantly.

Lisa didn't seem to hear. "But, then we should be receiving energy through these 
diodes." Lisa pointed to two metal prongs which had numerous banana clips at-
tached it them. "Yet, there isn't any measurable magnetic, gravitational, electric, 
nuclear, radiant, chemical, or thermal energy increase."

"What about kinetic or potential?" asked Sarah, trying to be helpful. Lisa just 
looked at her in complete disgust. Daunted by the unspoken chastisement, Sarah 
said timidly, "Bioelectric?" 

Lisa rolled her eyes, "I would explain why you're being stupid, dear Sarah, but it 
would take too long."

Defiant, Sarah stated, "Well, miss-smarty-pants, what kind of energy are you ex-
pecting?" 

Lisa again became the uncertain one. "Ummm... well, you'd expect the tempera-
ture to increase by 2.76 kelvin. But, the theory is a little... vague... on the 
classification of energy. It might even be some kind of undiscovered... spacetime-
potential... field... energy... or something."

"Sounds pretty useless then," Sarah said, back in control of the conversation. 
Confidently, she seemed to ponder the conundrum. "Have you tried touching 
them?"

"What?" Said Lisa, also back in her customary role.

"You know, touching the... diodes, or whatever" Sarah vaguely gestured at the 
metal prongs protruding from the Zero-point Generator.

"While it's on?" Lisa asked a little taken aback. "Why would you? These instru-
ments are orders of magnitude more sensitive than the human nervous system. 
That's precisely why they were created." Lisa cleaned her silty glasses while she 
said this, as if to emphasize the point that human perception relied on augmentation.

"So, 'no,'" Sarah said haughtily. "Well, I will, then." And she leaned forward and 
reached out her hand.

Lisa only shrugged. "Sure, dear girl, it's not like anything..."

Her words were cut-off by the ear-popping CRACK! that reverberated through the 
lab as pink lightning coursed into Sarah's outstretched digits.

Out of reflex more than pain, Sarah jerked her hand while stumbled backwards. In 
a complete stupor, the normally graceful Sarah caught her leg on an oscilloscope, 
cracking her fiery-haired head as she twisted her body and tumbled down to the 
floor of the unkempt lab.

Lisa blinked behind her ocular augmentations as she ogled her facedown friend. 
All she could think to say was, "I guess this lends credibility to the 'previously 
undiscovered classification of energy' hypothesis," she murmured as she bent to 
help her prone peer.

"Do you require medical assistance?" Lisa queried as Sarah rose.

Recovering with unexpected speed, Sarah looked at her hapless friend. "Did you 
really just say that?"

As a response, Lisa just blinked. 

Sighing, Sarah continued, "No, I feel fine." Taking stock of herself, it was her 
turn to blink in surprise. "Better than fine, actually. What was that?

Lisa had turned off the generator and began checking the myriad sensors hooked 
to the machine. Then, she started scrolling through the collected data. 

Sarah was flattered?as well as flabbergasted?that Lisa's first response had been 
to check on her well-being instead of the generator. She felt she had learned more 
about her oldest friend in the last few hours than she had in the previous decade. 

She was about to ask why Lisa had deigned to check on her first when Lisa spoke.
"Inconceivable."

Sarah rolled her eyes. In a surprisingly melodious timbre, she stated: "I think 
you've used your quota of clich?s." Then, Sarah stopped as she seemed to be analyzing 
her own utterance.

Unaware as usual, Lisa filled the silence. "You heard that crack, and... and saw 
the light as well... right?" There was a sharp, desperate quality to the question.

Sarah was self-absorbed as she replied. "The pink lightning? Yeah, of course I 
did." Sarah was inspecting her hand. "Heck, I think I can still feel it in me. Like... 
a ball of potential. Why?"

"B... because... because there was no change to the equipment. If there was any 
flux of energy?or even any increase in illumination?some of these sensors 
would have detected it. But... but, they didn't."

"Well, you said it was likely undetectable or whatever."

"Except our eyes... our eyes seem to have detected the same phenomenon. I 
would say it was a delusion, but... but I would describe what I saw as 'pink light-
ning' as well and..."

Sarah interrupted. "Well, maybe it IS bioelectricity..." Lisa was about to roll her 
eyes again when Sarah continued in a slightly different tone-of-voice, "Except 
bioelectricity is no different from other electromagnetic fields when it comes to 
detection. It's only a classification for..." her voice regained its normal aspect, 
"for... I... I don't know this... how do I KNOW this?"

>>From behind their protective glass, Lisa's depthless blue eyes stared in awe at 
Sarah, who's sparking green eyes looked back.

Sarah broke the pregnant pause. "Let's go home. I'm tired," she lied. The whites 
of her eyes seemed to glow pink in the lab's low light.

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Despite not being tired, Sarah did sleep. And, in sleep, she dreamed:

Sarah beheld a being of incalculable magnitude and beauty. The astronomical 
creature's body?predominantly female?was so perfect it was near agony to 
gaze upon it. An exaggerated hourglass silhouette, solar-flaring hips below a 
magnetic-curvature waist below galactic shoulders. Astronomical in size, its 
limbs were subject to parallax. Akin to a burning star, its glassy skin radiated 
with a pale pink light. Breasts like inescapable magnetars rose above abs that 
were a landscape of pale pink pulsars. A mane made of celestial light haloed a 
face swathed in shadow. Eyes hidden in nebulous darkness. Only a predatory 
toothy grin framed by superlative lips could be seen on the celestial visage. 

The final unignorable aspect to the divinity before Sarah was the quasar of a 
cock, continually spewing energy into the void. An astronomical lighthouse in 
constant climax; an empyreal beacon before this cosmic being.

This being of incalculable potential resonated with a sound that was more than 
sound. "This is the first moment we are connected, dear Sarah. The first time 
you can be before me, even in dream, without being obliterated." There was 
the mocking smirk; pink lips so dark they were almost black rimmed the lu-
minescent sneer. "But, all moments are mine? as they will be yours." The 
smirk turned into a sharp grin. "'Will be!' Oh, I had forgotten the amusement 
of tenses." 

Laughter filled the void of the dream, welling up from every crevice in the 
impossible space. Sarah tried to cover her ears. She felt as if she might waken 
as she struggled to escape the sound.

The laugher stopped, and the being waved her galactic digits. "No, no; you 
can't leave yet. This first moment needs to stretch into eternity and back 
again."

Sarah felt herself sink deeper into the dream. As she did her fear was replaced 
with awe and wonder from the presence of the sacrosanct brilliance. The pulsating 
pink godhead before her awakening a higher level of blessed bliss.

The creature licked its excessively erubescent lips with an unreasonably-sized 
tongue. "Oh, such innocence, such fleeing innocence. Sadly, dear girl, awe isn't 
the emotion that drives this narrative. No. Something else is needed." 

The pink radiance the being emitted changed, momentarily flashing blue before 
settling to a steady green. As the creature's aura changed to green, Sarah 
felt her awe of the majesty before her transform into envy. She coveted what 
this being had, from its physical dominance to its monolithic member.

"Yes, that's what we need. Basking in your adoration will have to wait for 
later. Oh, there I go again with the tenses." A giggle filled the non-Euclidean 
space. "Regardless, dear girl, savor that emotion. Now, let's have fun."

The creature's extensive tongue snaked out of its cavernous mouth and 
wrapped Sarah in a tight, lust-filled embrace. Dragging her to the tip of the 
spewing, stellar schlong, seemingly the size of a solar system.

"Don't worry," the jagged grinning maw jubilantly declared, "You'll forget 
this timeless debauchery on waking. But remember, dear Sarah. Remember the 
envy."

And Sarah did. 


Chapter 2

At this late hour of the evening, in a cold sweat Sarah half awoke from the fleeting 
dream of unbounded lust. All she could truly remember was her desire, her need, 
and?most of all?her envy. Her green eyes cracked with the light from the recent ordeal 
in the lab. She could still feel the ball of potential within her, waiting. Not fully 
conscious of what she was doing, Sarah focused on it. She willed it to give her a barest 
fraction what she craved; what she coveted. Sarah felt the pink energy breakout and cascade 
through her being. Enveloped in its warmth she willed herself to become something more.

In the dark of night, the bright pink lightning lensed through her green eyes and 
flowed over her body, augmenting and enhancing it. The pink potential energy 
became green genuine power. Her muscles strengthened; her mind expanded; her 
clitoris lengthened. Sarah was enraptured with the feeling of growing euphoria. 
She instinctually knew what parts of herself she valued. Her own preferences 
guiding the change, her body became more athletic and toned. Her already long 
legs lengthened. Her vigorous muscle fibers multiplied and entwined as she became 
supremely strong, supple, and slim. Yet, her breasts lost none of their substance 
and only grew in regality on her expanding frame. The tan of her skin 
deepened and began to radiate a warm allure as all the best parts of her, the parts 
she had cared about and cultivated throughout her life, magnified.

Subtle transformations accompanied the blatant. Sarah wasn't even fully aware of 
the extent she cherished her social charisma, but all unconscious yearnings were 
realized in this reforging. Her vocal chords underwent a sophisticated alteration; 
the potential of her voice to be both melodious and commanding expanded expo-
nentially. Her posture was already superb, but now she unconsciously adopted the 
perfect body language for each social situation, her personal allure going from 
suggestive to unequivocally manipulative. Her empathetic awareness expanded.

Nevertheless, euphoria changed to panic as dreamy ignorance became wakeful 
realization. In alarm, Sarah stumbled out of a bed rapidly becoming too small for 
her majesty. Her shredded nightie fell to the floor as she rose from the sweaty 
chaos of her sheets, her flowing red hair following her ascent like a phoenix's 
flame. Now well over six-feet tall, a bewildered Sarah took stock of herself. The 
sparking of the green electricity subsided as she flexed her enhanced fingers. 
Clenching them into a fist, the muscles of her reinforced arm tightening, she could 
feel the untampered strength and restrained violence they contained; power.

Every human, dear reader, has a different definition of that word: "power." For 
Sarah, it has always been affecting others positively, and her physical presence. 
She was getting her masters in education, but this was always her unvoiced pas-
sion. Thus, we can hardly blame her if her first reaction?after her bewilderment 
had reverted to joy?was to reach for her cell phone to call her boyfriend, Brad. 
Her warm green eyes glowed with aroused lust in the darkness of the bedroom; 
the emerging knowledge of her new capacity swimming behind those emerald 
pools.

The phone was picked up after the third ring. "What?" was Brad's unmagnanimous 
greeting to this late night booty call. 

"It's Sarah." The siren call of Sarah's voice was transmitted through the ?ther. 

On the other end Brad blinked, stunned by the beguiling sound. "What..."

Whatever he was about to say was cut off as Sarah gave a yelp of surprise. She 
had continued exploring her body as she phoned and had just grasped her new six-
inch long clitoris; fat as a thick sausage and engorged with blood, its nerve endings 
sparked with sensitivity.

His sleepy disorientation wearing off, Brad went into his default mode: chivalrous. 
Starting out of bed from his damsel's cry, he asked, "You alright, babe?"

Still grasping her sensitive pseudocock shaft, Sarah recovered, but nevertheless 
was shaken by her current discovery. Not wishing to drag the interaction out, she 
simply stated "I need you; come over." The command was undeniable, not that a 
college-aged male needed much extra incentive to make a conjugal visit to his 
girlfriend.

"Yes, of course," was the dazed response Sarah heard as she hung-up. 

Looking down at the engorged rod between her legs, Sarah Saber realized she 
now had a saber of her own. Its blood-red length beat in time with her enhanced 
heart and she could feel her own excitement feeding it. Part of her understood that 
her own desires had fueled her transformation, which was one of the reasons she found 
this new dick-like accouterment a surprise. Sarah hadn't known she harbored penis envy. 

As she waited for Brad, Sarah threw on the largest clothes she owned, a once 
baggy t-shirt and loose fitting sweats that now form-fitted her new immensity. So 
attired, and after devouring a large bowl of sugary cereal, Sarah decided to check 
on Lisa. She cracked the door to her roommate's room and saw Lisa's frail form 
fitfully sleeping. On impulse, the ?statuesque Sarah entered and sat lightly next to 
her best friend. Dreamily, Lisa's nightmarish sleep was broken by the disturbance. 
At seeing her once-lover perfected and looming over her, Lisa's fathomless royal 
azure eyes opened wide. Those depthless blue orbs naked without the protection 
of glass. 

Sarah looked at the dark wall of her roommate's room reflecting on the night's 
events. The two sat in silence; Lisa seemed assured this was a dream she didn't 
want to wake from. Sarah didn't know how long she paused as an awed Lisa 
looked up at her, but soon Brad would arrive. Sarah looked down at her friend. 
Careful not to meet Lisa's empty eyes, which Sarah noticed for the first time 
seemed to glow slightly, she slowly pushed Lisa back onto the bed. Her hand on 
Lisa's chest, the newly-enhanced woman caused the other's breathing to become 
relaxed, forcing calm and rest into the smaller girls frame, willing her to sleep.

I feel, dear reader, it is important at this juncture to emphasize that none of 
Sarah's abilities where nonphysical, simply empathetic. While her transformation 
itself bordered on the supernatural, her calming of Lisa and commanding of Brad 
were simply appeals to evolutionary subprograms all you mortals have. Sarah 
calmed herself and extended that calm into Lisa, using primal body language and 
touch to appeal to shared base instincts. The message was: everything is safe; the 
predators are far away; you can rest.

A knock could be heard at the front door. Sarah whispered, "Sleep" into her ear 
and, as Lisa's lids grew heavy, left to greet Brad. She turned around at the door to 
her roommate's room and was pleased to see that her new talents had passed this 
test. Lisa was deeply asleep. It was possibly the most restful slumber of her perse-
cuted existence.

Exiting the lair of the slumbering Basilisc, Sarah wasted no time in answering the 
knock. She flung open the door, and before Brad could register what she'd become, 
she kissed the muscle-bound boy. Sarah was now taller than Brad, so he 
immediately knew something was different. But, the passion and power Sarah delivered 
with her lips overwhelmed him and made his thoughts foggy. Sarah's overtly lewd tongue 
explored her lover's mouth, and blood fled from both their heads to engorge their erotic 
parts. Sarah's overstimulated nipples hardened, as did her extended clit. Brad's sizable 
member sprang to attention, heeding the most basic of calls.

Still lip-locked, Sarah pulled her muscular boyfriend deeper into the apartment, 
ripping his clothing off as she did. This violent action was enough to briefly break 
the siren spell she was casting. Brad broke the embrace long enough to look down 
at his favorite jersey, now destroyed. In anger, the jock exclaimed, "What the 
fuck?" pulling on his shredded shirt. 

Then he fully took in Sarah's enchanted being. In wide-eyed awe, the jock whispered: 
"What the fuck?"

Without explanation, the towering Sarah forced Brad to resume their kiss, and 
continued maneuvering him to her bedroom. As her tongue snaked down his 
throat, her dexterous digits dropped down and wrapped themselves around his 
throbbing hardon. Sarah was a giving lover, and she decided to see how quickly 
she could give her stud an orgasm. Answering "immediately" wouldn't have been 
an exaggeration. 

As Brad grunted unintelligibly, Sarah milked his spasming member for everything 
it was worth. The strapping legs of brawny Brad began to buckle from the overwhelming 
sensation just as Sarah threw his wilting form onto her bed.

Sarah gave her strained lover a reprieve by performing a mythical strip show, 
worthy of any Greek demigoddess. Her once baggy (now too tight) t-shirt came 
off as her inhumanly lithe body gyrated, gravity-defying breasts looming large 
over Brad's collapsed form. Perfect hips writhed in a lustful pattern that would've 
had a hula dancer blushing. Sarah removed her taut sweats. Her rocking round 
rump monopolized Brad's view, hiding her hard hotdog of a clit. 

This lewd display would've had a popstar swooning from immodesty. Sarah's 
youthful lover had no trouble rebounding in the worst of conditions, and Brad became 
re-erect in record time. Sarah drew his eyes with her hypnotically swaying 
breasts as she mounted and took him into her. She could feel him yearning to climax 
again, but she used her new vice-like vaginal muscles to clamp down on his shaft. 
The pressure in his rod wouldn't be released until she willed it. His excitement 
had no repose as his pleasure mounted to dizzying new heights. Brad wasn't 
selfish and would have normally stimulated Sarah's erotic zones, but the mounting 
ecstasy was driving rational thoughts from his head faster than they could form. 
It was all he could do to hang on to consciousness as this angelic version of 
his lover had her way with him. Stroking her own shaft, Sarah looked down at her 
nearly senseless partner, trying desperately to slake her own inhuman lust. 

Sarah felt Brad's arousal intensify beyond tolerance as she strove to reach the 
level of sensation she envied. But, she knew Brad could not bring her there. She 
briefly contemplated flipping his overtaxed body over and pegging him, but dis-
missed it. She knew it would prove futile regardless. Instead, just as she felt his 
unbearable pleasure was about to change to excruciating pain, she?with a heartfelt sigh?
released her slit's death-grip on his burning pole.

Brad cried to the heavens as he came and came, Sarah's hips extorting the eruption further. 
It was as if Brad tried to pour his very being into Sarah, his balls giving her all they had 
ever held. Sarah pumped, extracting what sensation she could in these last moments. She let 
the crescendo continue until she worried Brad might cum blood, only then did she stop. 
The ordeal over, Brad experienced la petite mort, the little death, falling into complete 
unconsciousness.

Sarah looked down at the spent "Alpha Male" she had just used like a wad of tissue paper. 
She had enjoyed herself, to be sure, but deep in her heart she longed for more. A less 
scrupulous individual might have looked for new conquests, or simply had their way with 
their half-dead lover. But, Sarah is a girl with principles. Something you, dear reader, 
should be very very thankful for. You should be falling to your worthless knees in abject... 
but... well.... Time enough to go into that when you're better informed....

Let us say instead, Sarah finished herself off next to the slumbering form of her 
man. What she did to herself was more than any mortal would've been able to endure, 
and?while she did finish?she still felt cheated. As if there was a higher 
sensation she wanted, but could not reach. With another heartfelt sigh she slept 
herself.

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Sarah didn't remember her dreams during this slumber either, but she woke feeling her 
sensual itch had been scratched. 

Brad was still sleeping as Sarah went to get breakfast. She felt a little odd standing 
there in the pale morning light of the cold kitchen, a virtual demigoddess in an 
ill-fitting t-shirt and sweats pouring herself a bowl of surgery cereal. Perched 
upon a now too-small stool and munching on the colorful grain, Sarah turned to 
see a bespectacled Lisa?stunned and stupefied?staring at her.

"Morning roomie," the statuesque Sarah said casually as she walked to her customary seat, 
which was now a more than a little small for her. Sarah made sure not to crush her stool 
as she sat.

Lisa's jaw hung comically open as Sarah ate her cereal. "You're letting the flies 
in," Sarah said. "Nothing to say to your roomie?"

A whispered "Inconceivable," was all Lisa managed.

"You keep using that word." Sarah said. "I don't think it means what you... 
well.... Actually, it does mean what you think it means."

>>From the bedroom Brad could be heard rousing himself. "Anyone get the license 
plate of the truck that ran over my dick?" He bellowed good-naturedly.

He emerged from the bedroom swaggering, holding his shredded clothing against 
his sore body. Despite his initial confident demander, he was slightly bent over. 
His groin was clearly still stinging from last night. 

As he lifted his eyes to see the cereal-eating amazon he began to speak, "There 
she..." 

His arrogance fled in the face of the fiery-haired demigoddess that had once been 
his pretty girlfriend. As the magnitude of what he was witnessing fully took hold, 
his haughty expression vanished.  "...is," he choked out, then joined Lisa in 
stunned silence.

Sarah looked at her fawning friends as she munched. Other than the crunching 
from of her radiant teeth, the quiet was complete. Finally she said, "Knock it off 
you two. It's me Sarah, remember? Sarah Saber?"

"Is it?" Brad asked bewildered.
 
It wasn't so much Sarah's unearthly presence that had Lisa and Brad spellbound, 
it was the shock of seeing someone so well-known to both of them transformed 
into this dragon of a woman. It was as if you awoke one morning to find your 
housecat changed into a tiger, or your small dog transformed into a dire-wolf. 
Even just sitting there, Sarah's body spoke of a higher kind of predator; one step 
up the preverbal food chain. Brad and Lisa didn't know how to act around this 
dangerous creature that still looked so much like their dearest friend.

"Yes, it is," Sarah signed. "Stop staring. You're creeping me out." Then with the 
barest hint of command as she continued, "Close your mouths and act normal, 
you two. Don't treat me special. It's me, Sarah Saber. Act accordingly."

The two blinked as if coming out of a dream. With this assurance a little normality 
returned. As if your housecat-now-tiger had rubbed your leg and indicated it 
wanted breakfast, just as it did every morning. They understood this was their 
longtime friend and they shouldn't be afraid. How naive mortals are, dear reader. 
How thoughtlessly you fall back to rote, willfully ignorant of how closely you 
skirt calamity.

Brad, recovering first, said: "Well, we had fun last night."

"You certainly did," Sarah japed, relieved to see Brad returning?at least a little?
to normal.

Brad, oblivious to the jab, continued. "What the hell happened, anyway? What's 
going on? Why are you... HOW are you...." words failing he gesticulated at 
Sarah's expanded form.

Lisa had remained silent, but now spoke. "She doesn't know." The revelation just 
occurring to her.

Becoming himself once again, Brad noticed the mousy blond for the first time. 
"Oh, hey Lisa. I hope we didn't keep you up late last night." He winked at Sarah, 
who?despite still sensing the lingering tension?found herself fondly rolling her 
emerald eyes at the quip.

Lisa, oblivious to the jest, responded matter-of-factly. "No. I slept well..." Then 
on contemplation of last night's rest continued, "That's... odd."

"Well, I'm surprised you could sleep at all, what with all the noise. It felt like we 
were at it for hours. You'd say hours, right babe?" Sarah could see Brad's self-
confident mask was back on. 

Sarah felt like she was seeing her boyfriend for the first time. Her newly enhanced 
empathy let her discern every flaw in his jock caricature. Now, with her new su-
premely empathetic perspective, she could see how much more of his demeanor 
was just chest puffery. He was insecure, but she could also sense he was sincerely 
a nice guy. That?at least?wasn't an act, more's the pity, dear reader. But, this 
new insight into his discomfort was making her uncomfortable. "7 minutes and 34 
seconds," she said absentmindedly.

"What?" Brad asked, his darting brown eyes the only hint at his uncertainty.

"I think she was answering your question," Lisa stated. She was now studying her 
expanded friend as she might examine a lab experiment.
 
Sarah's focus switched from her relatively new lover to her oldest companion. As 
she did, she also seemed to see the nerdy Lisa for the first time. The disregard of 
health and appearance in favor of the obsessive pursuit of knowledge, things 
Sarah already knew, were there plain as day. But, now Sarah could see deeper 
into her best friend then she ever had before. The logical dweeb was simply the 
surface of the diminutive blonde. Below that external fa?ade Sarah was seeing 
something she would never before have attributed to Lisa: roiling rage. There 
were restrained emotions furiously boiling below the surface of her enigmatic 
friend. Lisa might act robotic, but she was human and subject to all that entailed. 
This was the repressed intensity Lisa had learned to hide from others; a deep-
rooted anger at the entire world. Sarah's warm emerald eyes gazed at her con-
strained roommate and she was undeniably disturbed at what she saw. The under-
lying animosity towards the world was only part of what Lisa was hiding. The 
slight narrowing of the eyes; the lip turned in a small pout....

"Jealousy?" Sarah exclaimed, more surprised than anything else.

"What?" Lisa asked, taken aback both by the sudden question and the intensity of 
Sarah's stare. 

Unthinkingly Sarah incredulously stated, "You're jealous of me."

At the blunt truth in the direct statement, for the first time in a very long time, 
Lisa's bonded hate truly broke free. Like a dam exploding, uncontrolled anger 
flooded the pale girl's face. Rage echoed in every word as she spoke. "Jealous? 
JEALOUS? You need to ask, dear Sarah?" She spat the words through clenched 
teeth, gesturing with balled hands. "Yes, I'm jealous! I've always been jealous! 
How could I NOT be? And now... now, look at you!" 

"Always?" Sarah asked flabbergasted. In the face of this unexpected outpouring 
from her petite companion, she felt foolish for the first time since her transforma-
tion.
 
"I can see you girls have a lot to talk about." Brad said, quickly stumbling towards the 
exit, comically clutching his destroyed pants. The girls ignored him, their attention on 
one another. "Well, I'll see you later, Sarah." The jock said hastily as he closed the door. 
"Call me, babe." A relived sigh could be heard in the hallway as the door shut behind the 
fleeing figure.
 
Sarah was in unfamiliar waters. Her new knowledge of her cold friend was conflicting with 
what she thought she had already worked out; her new understanding clashing with formerly 
unshakable truths. Seeing her closest friend laid bare before her was unnerving. She had 
never guessed at this dark side of her Vulcan-like compatriot.  

Sarah knew she shouldn't ask. But, who she had been before the transformation 
had to ask. So, she did, "Why would you be jealous?"

Sarah might have become ascended, but she was still Sarah Saber and the mortal 
before her was still Lisa Basilisc, her closest friend. Sarah Saber NEEDED to ask.

"Why?" Lisa was literally trembling in barely-contained rage. "You don't need 
me to tell you, dear Sarah. You know. You've always known."

The ginger demigoddess answered the accusation. "I know now, but I didn't be-
fore. How could I have known before? You don't care about appearance; you 
don't care about what others think. I know that... knew that?"

Still shaking, Lisa purposely reached up and removed her glasses. Her exposed 
azure eyes looked defiantly at the being before her, like the moral Arachne chal-
lenging the goddess Athena. "Look me in the eyes and say that," Lisa whispered. 

Sarah decided to test her new abilities in this unconquered arena; she stared back 
into those twin cobalt abysses Lisa Basilisc called eyes. Radiant Sarah found herself 
falling into those depthless dark pits as always, but for the first time she 
wasn't lost in the ultramarine void. The inky fathoms of Basilisc's empty eyes 
seemed, for the first time, familiar. Sarah still felt unsettled, but she remained in 
control.

Into that vacuous blue emptiness Sarah spoke the words: "I never knew."

And, like Arachne, Lisa lost. Speechless, her mouth opened and closed as all the 
unbound anger drained from Lisa's pale face to be replaced with shock. Then 
Lisa's fathomless ocular sapphires turned and fled from Sarah's scintillating 
emerald eyes.



Chapter 3

Sarah decided to walk into town on this cold morning. The only clothes that fit 
her were stretched-out sweats and a once-oversized sweater. While the fiery-
haired demigoddess made those drab dressings look like an empress's apparel, she 
also thought buying some new clothing was in order. The streets were practically 
empty (as one would expect on an early Saturday morning in a college town), but 
there was enough street traffic for Sarah to test her fresh capabilities. She had 
always been confident, but now she was dominant. At first Sarah let her new instincts 
control how she presented herself. She swayed suggestively as she walked, effortlessly 
becoming sex in motion. Sarah was no stranger to attention, but the looks she now got 
were different. Catcalls and whistles happened at a distance, but when she drew closer 
they subsided into stunned silence. Sarah was enjoying herself as her body moved like 
liquid lust down the street. At least she was enjoying herself until a car careened off 
the road and almost hit two pedestrians. 

After checking that there weren't any major injuries (none of the participants 
seemed to know what had happened) Sarah ducked into a local breakfast restau-
rant, past a dazed waiter, and into the ladies room. There she took full stock of her 
enhanced self in the mirror. As she gazed into her own sparking emerald eyes, 
Sarah realized it wasn't her unearthly beauty that was the real issue, it was the 
way that beauty was being presented. Sarah, as you know dear reader, had been 
well versed in such things before her transformation, and the pink potential had 
further augmented this understanding. Sarah knew that, as easily as she could 
make herself appear sexier, she could make herself appear less so. She set about 
doing just that. Her posture was the biggest change; she unstraightened her shoul-
ders and unswaggered her hips. Other differences in presentation occurred. The 
biggest worry was that in trying to make herself seem less sensual she could make 
herself more. Confidence is a turn-on to some, but desperation is to others. Thus, 
Sarah shot for the most unappealing of all: boring.

In her ascended form she could never be considered mundane. But, with effort, 
she was able to get closer to the normal side of gorgeous instead of the supernatu-
ral side of sumptuous. So depicted, she quickly left the restaurant and continued 
on her way to buy some new clothing. After this bathroom break, there were no 
further incidents?unless you call having to beg the clothier to only give her an 
employee discount (instead of for free, as they originally wanted) an 'incident.' 
She bought clothing that would either up-play or downplay her recently received 
regality.

Sarah slunk back to campus as inconspicuously as she could in her newly acquired baggy 
sweats and gray pullover hoodie. Back in the cold air, Sarah wanted 
to blow off some steam, but kept her head down instead. She knew she could 
walk around stopping traffic, but didn't. Being unobtrusive wasn't how she normally 
conducted herself, but it seemed the prudent course at this juncture. "Being a goddess 
isn't all the brochure promised," she joked to herself.  

She entered the apartment with her purchases and changed into something more 
revealing. So attired, Sarah went to grab a candy bar from the kitchen when she 
spied a yellow sticky-note on the fridge. In Lisa's typewriter-like handwriting, 
"Sarah come to the lab." was all it read. Sarah thought a second as she 
chewed the surgery confection. Finally, she shrugged and pulled her hoodie back 
on. "Let's see if the little twerp has calmed down," she muttered as she left.

Since Lisa had picked the location when they were choosing apartments, it was a 
very short walk to the physics department. There were no major roads on the way, 
and Sarah decided to take full advantage of her new assets on her quick jaunt to 
the lab. Talking off her hoodie, her upper body was on full display. Blimp-like 
breasts were barely contained in a cutoff t-shirt, the word 'goddess' in green 
sequins stretched almost to eligibility by their immensity. These epitomes of 
womanhood hovered above her waspish waist and perfectly-cut abs. A quick adjustment and 
her baggy sweats became formfitting yoga pants, perfectly accentuating her flawless 
athletic butt and elongated elegant legs. Needless to say, the ascended grad left many 
dazed students, of both sexes, in her wake as she approached her destination.

It was still fairly early on a Saturday, so as before the building was mostly empty. 
Notwithstanding, Sarah made her sweats baggy again and once again donned her 
pullover hoodie as she entered. She didn't want to give any stuffy nerds a heart 
attack. Sarah had no trouble getting to the deserted lab. She found Lisa going over 
the data from the night before. The green light of the Zero-Point Generator was 
on. Sarah noted the setup now made more sense to her.

Lisa spoke but didn't turn around as she entered the lab. "The hallmark of good 
science is reproduction of results."

"OK," said the enlarged Sarah as she stepped next to her friend. As Sarah towered 
over Lisa she looked at the screen. Sarah hoped she might be able to notice some 
obvious flaw she could point out to create a comical moment, like an uncarried 
numerical digit. But her new understanding simply told her Lisa was doing every-
thing with meticulous correctness. "You're no fun," Sarah said as she watched 
Lisa's madding precision.

"That's a given," Lisa said without humor, as if she knew to what Sarah referred. 
"Regardless, I need you to touch the diodes again."
 
"What?!" exclaimed Sarah.

Lisa explained to the demigoddess as if she was a small child: "Science is only 
science if it's repeatable; we need to rerun the experiment from last night. This 
time I will monitor the sensors more closely."

"We had the first fight we've had since..." Sarah paused, unwilling to dredge up a 
mention of their quick romance and quicker breakup, "...since forever because of 
what happened last night. And, now you want me to repeat it?"

For the first time since Sarah entered the lab, the bespectacled Lisa turned and 
looked at her longtime friend. "Our... altercation wasn't over last night."
 
"It wasn't an 'altercation.' But, whatever, I don't know what will happen if I 
touch it again."

"That's what makes it an experiment, dear Sarah," Lisa retorted.

Sarah's ire was raised. "Don't you 'dear Sarah' me," she exclaimed. "Maybe I 
should start using that phrase. See how you like it if I 'deared' everyone. Why 
don't you touch your gizmo instead? It might do you some good, dear Lisa.

"Changing one of the parameters would add an extra variable." Lisa's eyes looked 
out at Sarah from behind their glass prisons. "And anyway, I'm more qualified to 
monitor the equipment. My own needs do not take precedent over the experiment."
 
"Dear, dear Lisa," Sarah rubbed her own eyes in frustration. "I guess I should 
take comfort in the fact I find you as irritating as ever. Your own needs not 'taking 
precedence' is exactly the problem. I thought it just was how you were, but it's not. 
Cold logic is just the mask you wear; I don't know how I didn't see it before. 
You're a ball of repressed negativity, Lisa. You probably should get some help."

There was a pregnant pause as those last hurtful words hung in the air. The 
diminutive Lisa and the expanded Sarah looked at each other in the artificial light 
of the lab. The only sound was the faint buzz from a malfunctioning fluorescent 
light. Finally, it was Lisa who broke the silence. 

"It is regrettable that you now are able to 'see through me,' as they say." She 
turned from Sarah back to the computer, its light reflected in her glasses, 
completely hiding her azure eyes. Her tone remained steady and dull, as always. "Yet, 
last night perfectly demonstrates why it's better that I keep my 'negativity' hidden. 
I wasn't emotionally prepared for your enhanced perception last night, but I am now. 
Regardless, I find it better if my rage remains repressed." Lisa's cold dispassionate 
tone finally took on a sharp edge. "Now, dear Sarah, will you please indulge me by 
touching the diodes."
 
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Sure, whatever." Then, her tone slightly changed as she 
continued: "My personal potential has been raised so that the machine can't affect 
me, anyway."

Lisa quickly turned back to her only friend. "What did you say?" she asked in 
genuine bewilderment.

Sarah blinked and also seemed surprised. Making the statement into a question 
she repeated herself. "My personal potential has been raised so the machine can't 
affect me, anyway?"

"What does that mean?" Lisa asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I dunno." Sarah shrugged.

Lisa eyed her friend skeptically. "Well, just touch the diodes. On a three count."

"Okeydokey," Sarah said.

Lisa counted down from three and Sarah touched the diodes. Nothing happened.

"See?" Sarah said with playful arrogance. But froze when she saw her friends 
face.

Lisa's face was implacable, but behind that calm visage her depthless eyes contained 
endless icy expanses of roiling anger and barely bound frustration. Yet, this 
chained tempest of unending animosity never touched her thin lips; Lisa simply 
said, "No" in her steady monotone voice.

The unenhanced Sarah wouldn't have even guessed at the seething bitterness she 
now saw behind that single word. The more insight Sarah gained into Lisa's hid-
den emotional state, the more disturbed she became. Yet, her longtime friendship 
with Lisa made her ignore the clear warnings of her upgraded empathy. She might 
have become a demigod, but she was still Sarah Saber?and the mortal before her 
was still Lisa Basilisc, her dearest friend.

"Well, look, why don't I take a turn... um... moderating the equipment." Sarah's 
intuition told her to stop, but once again she ignored it. "And, you take a turn 
touching the diode?" Sarah asked. 

Lisa didn't respond at first, but then with animosity even her vaulted self-control 
could not contain she said, "I guess now you're going to tell me you're more 
knowledgeable at physics than I am?" There was a quiver in Lisa's voice as she 
asked.

Shocked, Sarah responded quickly. "No. No, of course not. Look, I don't know 
what's going on either. Whatever changed me gave me some kind of... I guess 
you could call it enhanced women's intuition. But, I don't know anything more 
than you." She quickly amended: "Less, I know less." Lisa was still eyeing her 
friend with naked skepticism and barely contained jealousy.

Sarah continued. "Of course I know less. Look, didn't me changing cause, you 
know, like a paradigm shift or something? You'd want an unaffected person to 
truly recreate the experiment, right?"

At this insightful utterance by her normally superficial friend, Lisa face twisted in 
emotion so intense it could only be some inner agony, as if she was losing a battle 
with herself. But, as quickly as the sorrow broke free, it was pushed back. Lisa 
regained control of her face, and her voice was cold and logical as she said, "Yes. 
Of course, dear Sarah; you're correct. I should have realized it myself." Lisa's 
face was steadfast, but Sarah could see the twin orbs of stormy blue despair boiling 
behind Lisa's thick glasses.

"I'm sure you would have," Sarah said quickly and comfortingly, trying desperately 
to gloss over everything that was happening. "Look, just show me what I should be 
watching for." Lisa looked as if she might break down again. Sarah kept talking. 
"I know, I know; we don't know what I should be looking for, that's what makes it 
an experiment. Look, just tell me generally what. And," Sarah tried to sound and look 
her most airheaded, and smiled unassumingly at her friend, "how these doohickeys work. 
Use small words."
 
Lisa clearly wasn't buying it. But, she complied.

A few minutes, and some small words, later, they were ready to try again. Sarah 
wondered why Lisa was even including her in this. She knew most of Lisa's other 
groupmates would probably be excited enough to come to the lab on a Saturday if 
they heard their device was shooting pink lightning. She guessed Lisa wanted to 
be sure it really did shoot pink lightning before calling anyone else. But, Sarah 
decided not to ask, and soon they were ready to go.

"Okay, everything's running," Sarah said. "Go ahead and touch it."

"Can you give a three count?" Lisa asked almost plaintively.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Sure. Whatever floats your boat." Then, at speed, 
"Threetwoone." At 'one' there was a loud CRACK, and a flash of pink was reflected 
on the computer screen.

Sarah turned in time to see pink lightning dancing across her friend's skin. Lisa 
shrieked, "Watch the readouts!" and, still-sparking, pushed passed the stunned 
Sarah.

"Ah... I was distracted by the magical lightning," Sarah uttered as she moved 
aside for her frantic friend. "Umm... You've still got some on you." No sooner 
where the words out of Sarah's mouth then they no longer were true, the lightning 
being absorbed into her homely homey. 

"No, no, no, no, nonononono," was all Lisa could say as she frantically scrolled 
through the displays. "There was lightning, you saw it." She turned to Sarah with 
a wild look in her eyes. "Right?" Lisa didn't wait for a response as she turned 
back to the screen. "We saw the lightning," she continued as she searched, "But 
there is no record of it. Nothing; not even on the video. It happened, but it didn't 
happen."

Lisa's frenzy became complete despair as she sunk to the ground, repeating the 
contradiction. "It happened, but it didn't happen. It didn't happen, but it hap-
pened... inconceivable..."

"Inconceivable. In-con-ceiv-a-ble, noun, not capable of being imagined or 
grasped mentally; unbelievable." Said Sarah trying to lighten the mood. "I guess it 
really does mean what you think it means."

Lisa looked at Sarah, and only despair could be seen on that pale visage as she 
spoke. "We need to do it again. Maybe if I adjust the video...." There was a pause, 
like a computer downloading information. "But it will not work on me again..." 

Another pause and both Sarah and Lisa said together: "Our personal potential has 
been raised so the machine can't..." they didn't finish and just looked at each 
other, speechless.

"What does it mean?" whispered Lisa.

"I dunno. I was hoping you might," Sarah replied hopefully. Then, with clear an-
ticipation, she continued: "Can you feel the ball of potential?"
 
"I... can feel something. But, it could be anything," replied Lisa. "I don't know."

"Why do you doubt your senses?"
 
"Because," said Lisa, "'A little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach 
makes them cheats. It may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of 
cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.'"

Sarah finished: "'There's more of gravy than of grave...' Are we quoting Dickens?" she 
asked.

"A Christmas Carol, yes," replied Lisa.

"I never read that book," said Sarah.

"Nor have I," replied Lisa, her voice again registering intense despair. There was 
a pause.

"What the fuck is happening?" Sarah finally exploded. "None of this makes any 
sense!"

Lisa just looked up at her towering confidant and cried: "I have no fucking clue!" 
Then she burst into tears.

Sarah was pretty sure this was the first time she'd ever heard Lisa swear. And, 
she'd seen her cry only once before. As we've already recounted, dear reader, 
Lisa was normally very guarded with her emotions, so, the open weeping was 
atypical. Sarah had thought she'd heard sobs coming from her roommate's room 
on numerous occasions, but had only seen her weep once before.

"There is no record of it. I have no proof anything happened," wailed the 
bespectacled Lisa, "And it didn't even make me pretty!" She screeched the last part.

Sarah was at first surprised that was so far down the list of complaints, but then 
she thought about Lisa's priorities for a second and wasn't.

Sarah took her diminutive distraught bosom buddy up in her supernaturally strong 
arms. "Shhh... Shhhh..." she cooed. "I didn't change right away either, remem-
ber." Sarah tried to comfort her friend. 

Lisa removed her glasses to wipe her tears, and glanced up into Sarah's emerald 
eyes. Sarah immediately fell into those empty blue depths. There was an unsettling 
freedom as her being dropped into that sapphire void, and now she could truly see 
the rage and despair hidden in the vast expanse of Lisa's vacuous eyes. 
Like a threatening thunderstorm roiling in cobalt darkness. On impulse, Sarah 
leaned down and kissed her distraught friend. 

Sarah let the kiss linger before she pulled away, adverting her eyes from those 
ultramarine pits. "We can't do this again, Lisa; it was unhealthy."

Lisa stared back at Sarah as the demigoddess turned away, naked need and stark 
salacity seen plainly on the normally implacable visage. "It was the healthiest 
thing I ever did for myself," she whispered to her ascended former lover. 

Sarah put the enraptured Lisa down. "It was unhealthy for our friendship."

Coming out of her stupor, Lisa pulled herself away, dejected. "It was unhealthy 
for YOU. Don't pretend you ended it for 'US.'" Lisa put her spectacles back on.

Sarah continued to look away, letting the words stand. After a pause she said, 
"You should try umm... unlocking the pink potential... thing," was all she could 
think to say.

Lisa harrumphed. "Fine. How did you do it?"

"I dunno," Sarah replied.

It was Lisa's turn to roll her eyes. Sighing, she focused inward, trying to find the 
ball of potential. It didn't take her long to give up. "I'm not good at this." Lisa 
said, slumping. "The only class I ever failed was on mediation."

"I'm surprised to hear you ever failed any class," Sarah said. "Why would you 
take one on mediation, anyway?"

Lisa knocked some of her straw blonde hair out of her face. "That's a long story. I 
would call it all gibberish, except look at you." Lisa waved her hand at Sarah's 
godlike form. 

"Well, I think it happened when I focused on something I wanted. What is some-
thing you've always wanted to change about yourself?"

Lisa's dark azure eyes sparked with a cold light. "Well, I've always wanted to be 
more intelligent."

"What?" exclaimed Sarah. "But you're already the smartest person I know."

"And you were the prettiest one I knew," said Lisa greedily. "Now look at you."

A deep hunger could be seen in Lisa's depthless eyes as, focusing on how much 
she wished to be smarter, she closed them... and immediately snapped them open 
again as light poured out from those empty pits.

Pink power cascaded out of Lisa. Lensing through her empty eyes, the pink potential 
energy became blue bona-fide power. The cobalt lightning flowed from Lisa's 
cerulean eyes and raced around her head, a halo for the emerging demigod of in-
tellect. New neurons grew and old ones multiplied. Brain density increased and 
sparking nerve endings expanded, connections forming where none were before. 
Capillaries opened, redirecting blood to fuel the organic supercomputer.

Externally, the changes were slight. Lisa was trading her microcircuits for nano-
circuits; extra space wasn't needed. Folds of grey-matter folded and refolded, a 
two lobed brain becoming four, then eight. Parallel processors to work on individual 
problems not worthy of the whole.

As the changes started to ebb, the indigo lightning quickly raced around the rest 
of her body, making minor cosmetic changes. Lisa's body was the dwelling place 
of her brain and not much more. But still, the home of such an artifact shouldn't 
be fully neglected. Skin smoothed, losing its pockmarks; hair became glossy in-
stead of dry. Lisa grew an inch or so, and small perky breasts could be seen under 
her shirt where none had been before. Lisa could now plausibly be mistaken for 
pretty.

Her ultramarine orbs still sparked a little as Lisa removed her glasses. With true 
purpose, she dropped the glass prisons for her eyes, and stepped on them. The 
cracking and popping of the spectacles could be heard as her endless eyes looked 
around the lab as if they were seeing everything for the first time.

"So... um... you're smarter now?" asked Sarah.

"Yes," Lisa replied simply. Saying nothing else she continued to assess the lab. 
Not rushing, her naked eyes took in their surroundings.
 
"Are you going to start using words I can't understand?" asked Sarah.

"The purpose of language is to convey meaning. Thus, it would be stupid of me to 
employ words the recipient cannot comprehend," Lisa stated as she walked over 
to the computer read out and unhurriedly scrolled through the data. At least, it 
started out slow, but as she moved backwards through the information, it became 
faster and faster. It happened so gradually that Sarah didn't even notice until it 
became a blur.

"Umm..." said Sarah. "I guess that makes sense. So, do you know what's going on 
with your doohickey? It's magic isn't it? Tell me it's magic."

"Any sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic. But, any sufficiently 
analyzed magic is indistinguishable from science," replied Lisa. "Thus, it can't be magic."

"What does that mean?"

Lisa seemed to be done with the data, and had started flipping through documents 
and webpages at an alarming rate. She replied, "It can't be 'magic.' At least not 
the way you mean the term. But, for the purpose of proof by contradiction, let's 
say it was. If it was, then this 'magic' is clearly following some underling rules. 
We've already determined a few of them experimentally. Empirical evidence and 
experimentation are the cornerstone of the scientific method. There is no reason 
this method should be any less effective at discovering the details of these rules 
just because what it's analyzing is labeled 'magic' instead of 'physics.' But, if it 
can be analyzed using the scientific method, then it is science. Science is contra-
dictory to how you define 'magic.' Thus, it can't be magic."

"I thought you said you were going to use understandable words," replied Sarah 
folding her arms under her perfect breasts.
 
"You understood," Lisa replied as she continued to work. "If I possessed a substantive 
rapacity to be cabalistic I'd recapitulate this tableau as a phantasmagoria 
and affirm you annex hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia."

"Sure. Whatever," Sarah said. Then, dropping her airhead fa?ade: "But, what 
we've witnessed with your device shows it can't be analyzed empirically. You 
haven't been able to collect data on it."

"Yet," was Lisa's reply. "I wonder what would happen if I hooked up someone's 
eyeballs to the interface..." she mused aloud.
 
"What?!" exclaimed Sarah. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. But, miss 
smarty-pants, you didn't answer my question. Do you know what's going on with 
your doohickey or not?"

"I do not," said Lisa as she pulled away from the desk.
 
"But, you said you were smarter now."

"I am. However, I've not been granted any additional information or special secret 
knowledge. I'm more intelligent, but not more experienced," Lisa explained 
as she went to put on her old coat. "The information needed to solve this conundrum 
is not yet known; I'll have to discover it on my own." She put on her coat 
and waited by the door. "Nothing more can be learned here at this time. We 
should go home; I will have more perspective on this issue later. Two of my brain 
lobes are currently working on the conundrum."
 
"Ummm... people only have two lobes," said the ascended Sarah as she followed 
her ascended friend. 

"True. Regardless, I now have eight."

"That's weird," commented Sarah.

"Said the Amazonian goddess in a hoodie and sweats," Lisa deadpanned.

"Fair enough," Sarah chuckled. "What are your other six lobes doing, then?"
 
Lisa answered as if it was a serious question. "Two of my lobes are working on 
the mystery of the Zero-Point Generator. Two are currently cataloging all of the 
information I've gathered thus far in my life. One is analyzing the extent of my 
new enhanced abilities. And one, dear Sarah, is focused on this conversation."

"I'm surprised that takes a whole lobe." Sarah said sardonically.

"It doesn't; that lobe is focused on gathering new external information, generally. 
It just so happens this particular social interaction is currently the most interesting 
part of that information." 

"Thanks for saying," Sarah quipped. She didn't know what to make of the new 
Lisa, but she did feel like their relationship had moved a few steps closer to how it 
had been before, which wasn't to say normal. It had never been normal, but it was 
familiar.
 
"Well, Brainiac," said Sarah as they left the building, "If we're showing off..." 
And she proceeded to take off her hoodie, revealing her cut off t-shit and cut abs. 
She also quickly cinched her sweats from baggy to formfitting and changed her 
stance, again transforming into a demigod of beauty. Her body was already 
titillatingly curved and perfectly proportioned, but now her hypnotic gyrations 
accentuated all of her bawdy bulges. The ascended Sarah held nothing back as she 
continued her erotic writhing, radiating allure and gathering lust. She was desire 
in motion and longing personified; what you've always wanted but could never 
have. Lisa's own heartrate increased gazing at this cathedral to cupidity that Sarah 
had suddenly become.

As was mentioned before, dear reader, all humans have different definitions of 
power. Up until her transformation, Lisa thought power came from comprehen-
sion; from knowing what others did not, from understanding how it all worked. 
Know the rules and you will be better at playing the game, she reasoned. Knowl-
edge is said to BE power, after all. Thus, her transformation mirrored that inner 
insight. Before, Lisa thought that to understand something was to have some degree 
of control over it. And, like you dear reader, Lisa wanted to have control of her life.

Yet, now, looking at her ex-lover's unrestrained and unearthly magnetism, Lisa 
started to reevaluate her definition. Lisa understood why Sarah appeared so appealing, 
but it didn't give her any control over this fact. Lisa understood why she 
desired Sarah, but it didn't prevent her from desiring Sarah. Despite all of her 
brainpower, she had about as much control as the spellbound frat-boy across the 
street, who was now ogling the licentious tableau of her roommate.

Worse still, as far as the world was concerned, Lisa was once again in Sarah's 
shadow, both figuratively and literally. They didn't care that Lisa was smart, but 
they did care that Sarah was beautiful. As Lisa looked longingly at the luscious 
lady looming large before her, understanding was augmented by experience. At 
that moment Lisa begin to understand the power of want. 

"Stop it," was all the hyper-intelligent blonde could think to say; a demigod of 
intellect still bound by its earthly vessel. Her brain struggled to override her over-
clocked emotions as the divine spectacle before her demanded complete attention.

"Oh, com'on, dear dear Lisa." Sarah spun seductively, putting on a show as her 
conspicuous hips continued their mesmerizing motion. Her brimming breasts 
fought for escape and the green word 'goddess' seemed as if it might pop off of 
the straining t-shirt. "I'm just having fun. Can't you use your big brain to turn off 
your hormones, or something?"

"I could," Lisa's analysis of the intractable situation had contemplated the 
possibility, but knew it to be unworkable. She answered mechanically, as her brain 
tried to bypass itself. Loops running loops to override loops. "However, doing so 
would jeopardize underlying drives and motivations. Without emotions, wants, 
and desires I'd become robotic, only able to take commands. I can enhance my 
base programming, but if I change it drastically I risk losing my personality."

"You have a personality?" Sarah said jocularly. "I never noticed. So, you can't 
not want to want because you don't want to? Fine, I'll turn it down a few 
notches." A quick change in bearing and Sarah seemed slightly less exquisite. She 
was still overwhelming breathtaking, just no longer completely irresistible.  

"Better?" Sarah asked.

Lisa's regained control of herself. She'd like to think it was because her higher 
reasoning finally won out over her baser instincts, but she was no longer prone to 
such a level of self-deception. She'd regained control because Sarah allowed it. 
This infuriating realization galvanized Lisa, trading one from of emotional imbalance 
for another.

Attend, reader. Understand that love, lust, and purest hate are one side of a coin: 
Attractive. On the flipside is fear, loathing, and deepest despair, all representations 
of repulsion. Be it for a person, thing, or ourselves repulsion and attraction 
are easy to catalog, and thus, easy to understand. But, the bittersweet taste of 
jealousy... Jealousy breaks the binary symmetry of this false dichotomy. Jealousy 
makes you lust for something even as you loathe it. It pushes you away even as it 
draws you closer, internally and eternally tearing you apart. In short, dearest 
reader, jealousy is a bitch.

Therefore, understand why Lisa reacted poorly after Sarah released her erotic 
hold. The spiteful sprite said anything and everything that one should always 
leave unspoken. Lisa used her ascended intellect to wound with words, drawing 
figurative blood with her sharpened tongue. Out of respect to the participants of 
this ominous exchange, let us not compound Lisa's unforgivable indiscretion by 
repeating what shouldn't have been voiced originally. Let us simply say that petite 
personage proved, with her chaotic torrent of resentful wit, the difference 
between emotional intelligence and IQ. Thus irrefutably demonstrating one can 
simultaneously be supremely intelligent and unforgivably stupid.

An aside, reader. For posterity, there is something I must make clear about this 
narrative at this juncture. As we illustrated at the start, and will reiterate at the 
end, time is endless because it is looped. Over and over the braided band of eternity 
turns, threading and rethreading itself. Order is the loom and Chaos is the shuttle. 
The inscrutable will which guides this creation and re-creation can do anything and 
everything doable. Yet, returning Lisa's envenomed words to her treacherous mouth isn't 
something that can be done. Or, to say more exactly, it is undeniable that to undo this 
would be to undo everything. One can only unravel this scene from existence by unraveling 
all of existence: By allowing Chaos to consume Order. The fathomless regret felt from this 
immutable fact is unassailable.

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After Lisa finished her ill-fated tirade, the two immortals went home without 
speaking. But, since Sarah didn't further diminish her radiance, they didn't walk 
home in silence. The students they encountered vocally showed their appreciation 
for Sarah through various iterations of the catcall.

The two ascended roommates continued their speech embargo when they returned 
home, the demigods individually sulking as they ate their separate lunches. As the 
cold meal came to a close, Lisa broke the blockage and spoke. "I've figured out 
what we meant when we said the device couldn't work on us twice."

Still upset Sarah simply replied, "Oh?"

"The Zero-Point Generator must be drawing a new form of potential energy. Potential 
energy is defined by the position a thing occupies in a force field. For example, when 
you're 'higher' in Earth's gravitational field you have greater gravitational potential 
energy compared to something 'lower' in that same field."

"Are you trying to explain to me why rocks roll downhill?" Sarah asked, bitterness in 
her voice.

"Well, they do because anything and everything tends towards a lower energy 
state. They have less potential energy at the bottom of the hill than at the top. The 
Zero-Point Generator has pushed us both to the top of some other hill, a space-
time-potential hill. We are literally ascended beings. Yet, it must have pushed us 
up that hill as far as it can, which is why it only works once. There must be a finite 
amount of spacetime-potential it has the capacity to impart."

"Isn't gravitational potential 'spacetime-potential'?"

Lisa looked a little surprised at the informed question, "Yes, I guess a different 
name for the energy is needed. What is more interesting is the form of energy the 
Zero-Point Generator is drawing seems to react to the emergent property of sentience, 
which most objects don't have. It would be a teleology, for example, to say 
a rock 'wants' to roll downhill."

"I thought a tautology was something that's always true, and uninteresting, like 
this conversation."

Oblivious to her audience's disinterest, Lisa continued, "A 'tautology' is, but 
'teleology' is a reason or explanation for something that uses its end, purpose, or 
goal. However, nature doesn't have goals; the universe doesn't need a purpose. 
That's the flawed aspect of intelligent design: the idea that life and the universe 
needs a 'purpose.' Yet, based on what we've observed, I hypothesize that is why 
the generator reacted to us and not other objects in the environment. Further, I 
speculate that if I would program an AI that 'wants' electricity and hook it to the 
device, I can get the Zero-Point Generator to fulfill its intended purpose of being 
an electrical generator."

"So?"

"So?" Lisa seemed a little miffed coming out of her intellectual trance, "So, I will 
get my PhD." And then she added as an afterthought with a dismissive wave, "and 
it will solve that... issue... the energy problem people are worried about."

Sarah had enough, "That's all you have to say about this? This is all you care 
about?" Sarah continued in anger, "I learn you've always been cripplingly jealous 
of me. You explode on me outside of the physics building, and the first thing you 
say to me after all this isn't even an apology? Instead it's a technical discussion 
about your doctoral thesis?"

Lisa looked back blankly. 

Sarah continued bitterly, "Yes, of course it is. Why should I be surprised, dear 
Lisa? That's what you truly care about. This friendship is meaningless noise in 
your life, isn't it?"

Lisa still didn't respond, and Sarah realized her enhanced empathic abilities didn't 
work on the enhanced Lisa; she was back to being unable to read the enigmatic 
blonde. The towering redhead stood. "Well, I'm leaving. I'll see if Brad is recovered. 
Go program your AI or whatever." Leaving her dirty dishes on the table, Sarah put on her 
hoodie and stormed off.

Lisa watched her go, her eyes no longer trapped behind glass. Then she purposefully got 
up and collected the tableware, hers and Sarah's. She continued to contemplate the 
situation while she washed both. While outwardly the blonde might have appeared calm and 
collected, the internal truth was turmoil. Lisa's expanded mind had only expanded the depth 
to which she could fully experience her own animosity; this understanding didn't necessitate 
control. Lisa now fully understood the reason people found her so unpleasant wasn't do to some 
failing on their part, but instead was an acute observation. People found her personality 
unpleasant because she was, in truth, an unpleasant person. Yet, this realization came 
without the expected remorse, and without remorse Lisa was devoid of motivation 
for modifications. She understood she could change who she was, but wouldn't. 
Lisa wanted acceptance, but didn't want to change her personally into something 
people would accept. 

Round and round the problem went in her enhanced head as her hands went round 
and round on the dishes. Finally, she got her own worn coat and left for the lab. 
During the short walk her hyperactive mind cataloged anything and everything in 
the lab as a plan took shape. As I am sure you've already guessed, not a plan to 
make an AI and complete her thesis project years ahead of schedule, but to super-
charge the Zero-Point Generator and push herself further up the potential hill.

I will spare you the details of the actual modifications made to the device, dear 
reader. What is important to note is while Lisa's mind was unparalleled in efficiently, 
but her emotions were chaotic and twisted. She enhanced the device, but 
did so in a manner uncharacteristically slapdash. Lisa had delayed gratification 
her entire life, but in this moment she was impertinently impatient. This moment 
was a malign paradigm shift for the formerly methodical manic.

The modifications complete, Lisa wasted no time in turning on the device. Yet, it 
would be untrue to say she didn't pause for an extended moment before she 
touched the humming diodes. They need time to gather the energy, after all.

CRACK! Unstable lightning coursed into the outstretched hand of the trembling 
post-teen. Potent pink power coursed into the already enhanced graduate, arcing 
erratically over her smooth pale skin until being absorbed into the anxious demigod.

Lisa stood in the late afternoon light of the lab, again outwardly peaceful but inwardly 
turbulent. Unlike her first experience, she didn't find the ball of potential inside of 
her pleasant. Instead, it felt volatile. Like a boulder that had been pushed to the top 
of a teetering peak... about to fall, destroying anything and everything in its path to 
level ground.

Posthaste she concentrated on it. Her improved brain had worked on the problem 
for an extend minute and now she put that plan into action. Unlike before, she 
forced the ball to give her?not what she wanted?but what she thought Sarah 
would want. She pretended, just for a second, to be a self-assured popular girl. 
Yet in doing so, her brain was like a computer running the wrong operating system. 
She could try and emulate Sarah, but she could never be Sarah. The unstable 
power within her trembled, as if resisting the supercharged brain trying to force it 
further into an unnatural state.

Then, suddenly, all at once, the pink power gave way lensing through Lisa's icy 
eyes. Erratic blue lightning, tinged with green, crackled ominously around the 
shaking girl. Lisa's legs elongated; her muscles expanded; her breasts ballooned. 
The formerly mousy blonde ripped through her drab clothing as physically everything 
she was become more. Golden locks of silky hair cascaded down her widening back to a 
perfect swelling butt.  Her limbs stretched even as her tendons tightened, 
becoming taut ropes of sinuous fibers. Her billowing breasts ripped through 
the worn fabric of her shirt, double D's even on the widening sculpted shoulders 
of the trans-human postgrad. Her waist remained the same size, now impossibly 
thin on the newly minted immortal; even her abs hardened. Freed from its confines, 
her clitoris lengthened. Yet, the change couldn't touch her boundless blue 
eyes.

The tatters that could not contain the reforged demigod fell to the floor as Lisa 
looked at her magnificent bared form through her immutable icy eyes. Her hair 
was now shinning golden fibers that seemed to pour over the flawless contours of 
her pale hourglass figure. Over six feet tall, she was what supermodels aspired to 
be. Her beauty was something to inspire ballets and bloodshed. Stunning in every 
meaning of the word. Yet...

Her enhanced mind analyzed her new body, mentally tabulating and comparing 
every aspect from presentation to function. As she did the calculations, lightning 
seemed to flash in the depths of her depthless cobalt eyes, a raging storm without 
end. She didn't like what she saw.

"Still second!" the towering Lisa screamed into the empty silence of the lab. Her 
hands balled into powerful fists, which then slammed down upon and shattered a 
metal work desk. Circuits and wires cascaded through the air around the seething 
Lisa. Through shinning straight teeth she hissed the words again: "Still second."

Lisa knew, dear reader; she knew her mock transformation wasn't comparable to 
the original. She was ravishing, but she still lacked something her roommate had 
in spades. Something she couldn't quantify, but could sense nonetheless. She was 
greater, but still lesser. She knew, but?

Lisa's customary outward calm returned with unnatural swiftness. The tumultuous 
tempest that had threatened to demolish the laboratory was again chained behind 
the ultramarine eyes of the fickle scholar. Coldly, the statuesque Lisa looked 
around the lab for something to clothe her new elongated self. Her stormy eyes 
fell on a white lab coat in the corner. With inhuman grace, she moved across the 
floor, now strewn with bits of metal from her truncated tantrum. Donning the 
coat, she exited the room, unreasonably hopeful a direct comparison might yet 
yield different results.

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Sarah was sitting on Brad's bed in his fraternity room. She knew he was trying his 
best to listen to her words, even as her heightened beauty enthralled him. Her 
commanding voice competed with her distracting dazzle for the jock's attention. 
The push and pull of those two demanding perceptions was threatening to overwhelm the 
frat-brother, but he held on.

"I'm just worried about her, is all," Sarah explained. "I mean I always knew she 
was different, but I didn't realize how disturbed she really was." Sarah nudged the 
awestruck jock at this juncture to let him know he was expected to respond.

"Um..." Brad said blinking. He truly was trying his best to participate, it just was 
so hard now with the demigod that was his girlfriend. "Well, she really hides it 
well then. I'd never have guessed."

"But, you believe me?" Sarah tested.

"Yes, of course, unquestioningly." Brad answered automatically, then blinked as 
if just realizing what he had said. "I mean, 'course, babe." He tried to put some 
metal in his voice, but it trailed off to a distracted, "yeah."

Sarah signed. "We talked about this, hon."

Brad tore his eyes away from the vision before him. "I know, I know." Not looking at 
her helped bolster his resolve. "It's just really hard to act like nothing's 
changed. I mean, look at you." He gestured at her without looking. "Do you know 
what it's like to be next to something?someONE?so... stunning?"

"Stunning," Sarah signed, "apropos."

Suddenly, a commotion could be heard downstairs. A commanding voice reso-
nated through the floorboard as if the sound could not be stopped by such mundane means. 
"Where is she?" was all it said.

Together, Sarah and Brad exclaimed, "What the hell is that?" The two lovers 
looked at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, the demigod that used to be Lisa broke into the room. Standing almost 
half naked, the blonde looked like a Greek-goddess carved in ice. Her elongated 
clitoris could be seen poking through the folds of her lab coat, as could titillating 
glimpses of her unblemished body. Lisa's unchained ultramarine eyes took in 
both sweethearts. "Stand," she commanded.

Brad jumped to his feet, then looked sheepishly back at Sarah. Sarah did stand, 
but took her time. The tanned emerald-eyed immortal looked down at the porcelain demigod; 
Sarah was still a good head taller than her once diminutive friend. 
They locked eyes. Sarah was appalled at the unbound chaos that smoldered in 
those desolate icy orbs. But, this time, Sarah wasn't the one to blink first.  

Lisa looked down from the warm emerald eyes of her roommate, her sapphire 
spheres scanning the perfection before her. Then she turned away in disgust. 
"What is it? What is it about you?" The frosty blonde asked no one as she studied 
them both in a full-length mirror on the wall.

"What are you talking about? What happened to you?" Sarah demanded, and then 
amended, "Never mind, that implies I care. Why are you here?"

Lisa looked up at Sarah. "Why?" Lisa asked back. "Why, indeed?" It was almost 
as if she was asking herself the question. 

The disheveled blonde looked to Brad, a smile drew itself across her face. "You" 
she demanded, "I am beautiful, and I not?"

Brad looked like he would have rather stayed in the background of this confrontation, 
but at the demand of the demigod he answered almost without thinking. 
"Yes, you're gorgeous. What happened?"

Lisa ignored the question. The pale blonde became the definition of lithe as she 
moved towards the hapless jock. "You desire me." It was both a statement and a 
question. She nestled herself next to his body, alluding charisma she didn't possess.

Agog, Brad looked as if he was about to answer in the affirmative when the thunderstruck 
Sarah found her voice. "What the fuck are you doing, Lisa?"

"I'm stealing your boyfriend," Lisa said bluntly.

Aghast, Sarah was beyond shock. "What?! No you're fucking not. Get the fuck 
out of here!"

"Fine," Lisa said. Then she displayed a facsimile of a cute pout, "But I'm taking 
Brad with me."

Sarah looked at the ascended Lisa with complete distain. Then, having a revelation, 
Sarah threw her head back and laughed. The sound was as pervasive as it was mirthful. 
"Are you fucking kidding me? I mean, this is a joke, right? You're being RIDICULOUS!" 
The word 'ridiculous' carried with it such gravity that Brad and Lisa both were stuck 
by its heft.

Lisa pulled back from Brad, who seemed to deflate in relief as she did. Her voice 
took on an air of pedantic lecturing. "I'm not being ridiculous. This is how one 
proves mating superiority. I'm going to take what's yours to show greater procreative 
desirability." Lisa disrobed. Her pale supple body seemed to glow with a 
cold light. Lisa turned to expose her five-inch clitoris and petulantly proclaimed, 
"I'm going to use this on him and make him mine."

At that proclamation Brad let out a choked sound akin to distilled horror.

The disgust on Sarah's face was a palpable force as she purposely removed her 
own garments, exposing her deific glory to the open air. Her tanned hourglass 
body defied reason just as her breasts defied gravity. Sarah's stance changed to 
one of undeniable dominance and her radiance seemed to absorb the light from 
the room. Everything about the fiery-haired demigod dwarfed the lithe ice-queen, 
not just her height, but her very being.  Her six-inch clitoris beat with virtuous 
heat, as if the very thought of Lisa's defiance angered it. Like the Sun compared 
to the moon, shinning Sarah was the beauty pale Lisa aspired to.

The soft resonating tones of Sarah's imposing voice could not be stopped or as-
suaged, "No. You will not." Each quiet word a juggernaut. 

Lisa shrank back like an exorcised demon before the sacrosanct. She looked at 
Sarah's throbbing clitoris, then down at her own smaller member and seemed to 
deflate further. But then the aspiring god rallied. 

Lisa looked at Brad, a succubus playing with its prey, and extended an arm, pointing 
in his direction. Brad looked back at the pale beauty of the golden-haired girl. 
"Come with me." Lisa's command was as prevalent as it was perverse. Her simple words 
wormed their way into Brad's brain, and he took a step towards the controlling immortal.

The disgust hadn't left Sarah's divine features as she rolled her scintillating emerald eyes. 
"Oh, for the love... Fine."  Sarah turned to Brad, each word dripping with false gravitas. 
"Brad, choose."

"What?" The overawed frat-boy mouthed.

"That's what she wants." The angelic beauty gesticulated at the now seemingly 
impish Lisa. Sarah continued exacerbated, "She wants you to pick between us. So, 
do it. Will you go with this newly minted hussy, or will you stay with your actual 
girlfriend?"

Brad blinked; the blunt question momentarily awakened him from his stupor. The 
jock closed his eyes as he pondered, further breaking the spell. An elfin grin 
formed on his chiseled face and he seemed to shrug off the gravity of the situation. 
He opened them again, the mischievous smile never leaving his face. "Not 
even a question," he said, turning to Sarah. "'Course I'm with you, babe."

Lisa blinked in shock and then howled in utter defeat. With her ethereal shriek 
echoing, the banished banshee fled into the growing dark of night.

"Ahhhh..." Brad said looking at the fleeing, crazed, and naked demigod. "You 
wanna, I don't know, like... go after her or something? Also, when were you going to 
tell me about THAT?" He pointed at Sarah's still-exposed six-inch sausage. 

Sarah ignored the second question and answered the first. "I'll wait 'till she calms 
down," she stated. "We're roommates after all. It's not like she has anywhere else 
to go."

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The fleeing Lisa caused less of a stir as she moved across campus than you'd 
imagine, dear reader. Most who saw her literally could not believe their eyes.

It was late, the eventful day drawing to a close, but Lisa wasn't done. Her new 
state allowed her to operate without sleep anyway. She arrived in the physics 
department on that cold Saturday night, taking what she needed from the vending 
machine in the empty lobby of the nearly empty building. One of her professors, 
heading home for the night, had the bad fortune to stumble upon the naked immortal 
as she chewed a stolen candy bar. After a few emasculating words from the hyper-intelligent 
and hyper-beautiful demigod, he dearly wished he'd not. Lisa might be slightly less gorgeous 
than Sarah, but she was a hundred times nas-tier. The professor left feeling like he was the 
scum of the earth for ever having questioned why a pale naked woman was feasting from the 
shattered vending machine. Such was Lisa's power.

In the lab Lisa quickly took one last look around, cataloging all of the equipment 
therein. Then she sat in the center of the room, near the table she had destroyed 
earlier, and her flawless body seemed to shut down. 

But, while her body was immobile, her eightfold mind burned through the calories 
she had ingested. All of her brain worked on the problem. But, before she even 
started she knew what she must do. She whispered a mantra that had served her 
well when other problems had proven daunting: "When elegance fails, use brute 
force." 

"Brute force" was an old computer coding adage. When one can't create an elegant code 
to get the computer to do what one needs it to do, pragmatism sometimes leads one to 
create an overdesigned, yet workable, solution. Where subtly fails, brute force might 
prevail. Lisa, always the pragmatist, knew now she couldn't beat Sarah in a fair fight, 
so she would cheat. She would abandon skillful artistry in favor of overwhelming savagery.

Hours ticked by as the organic super-computer sitting behind Lisa's closed sapphire eyes 
worked and reworked the design of the Zero-Point Generator. Utilizing anything and 
everything she had cataloged in her short stint as an ultra-super-genius, her eightfold 
brain designed and redesigned the machine, each time adding to its output. 

At the stroke of midnight, the demigod of intellect Lisa had become opened her 
depthless icy eyes. With a speed denied lesser beings, the ascended student gathered 
what she needed. Unlike before, her methodical nature was in full force as 
she pilfered the place. No part of the lab was spared as she disassembled every 
project there, including the existing Zero-Point Generator. In the dead of night, 
she even plundered parts from other labs, student's computers, and the vending 
machine. She refueled her overtaxed mind and body as she did the latter. Then, 
when everything she needed was gathered, everything she needed disassembled, 
she set her newly acquired fine motor skills to the delicate task of assembling the 
device. 

She was meticulous in her methods, but she knew it wouldn't be perfect. Lisa believed she 
knew science wasn't about perfection; it was about progression. Current theories are proven 
wrong only when something less wrong comes along. The mistakes of the past attenuate the 
mistakes of the future. Lisa well knew science continually mitigates errors, but she believed 
it was incapable of eliminating them. Thus, she wasn't trying to build a 'perfect' Zero-Point 
Generator, just the best she could with the materials at hand. We will have to forgive her, 
dear reader, for being hopelessly na?ve in her misplaced certainty.

Regardless, the hours ticked by as Saturday night became early Sunday. The 
patchwork monster she was creating grew as the dark of night gave way to the 
light of morning. Finally, as the Sun of the Sabbath touched the almost empty 
building, Lisa stepped back to gaze on her completed work. She didn't pause out 
of reverence, dear reader, but practicality. She wanted to scan everything one last 
time before turning the experiment on. But, you and I can pretend she did so out 
of some narrative need.

Satisfied that it wouldn't explode, Lisa flipped the switch and moved towards the 
humming diodes, which were fashioned from two metal chair legs. Again, she 
paused, and again?sadly?it wasn't to build tension, at least not for this account 
you're reading. She simply needed to wait for the generator to fully charge; to 
fully gather all of the pink potential energy it was capable of collecting. Poeti-
cally, to gorge itself on the fuel of the universe, only to then disgorge that fuel 
into Lisa. This took several minutes, and Lisa waited several more just to be sure. 
After all, she had no way of detecting the buildup.

When she was as certain as she could be the diodes had glutted as much energy as 
they could from the universe, without a hint of ceremony, the demigod took one 
step forward, and decisively grabbed the metal chair legs. 

To describe the sound that followed as a 'CRACK!' would be an injustice. Every 
piece of glass in the building, from every window, to the broken shards of Lisa's 
old spectacles still on the floor, disintegrated. Anything in the room not nailed 
down was blown back. Lisa herself had to hang on for dear life as a thick bolt of 
cracking pink lightning struck her. Her body became a cascade of neon power. 
Seemingly uncontrolled, the wide bolts of power permutated the air. Yet, none of 
the erratic arcing energy hit anything but Lisa.  It seemed chaotic, but it was focused 
on the pale golden-haired girl. The pink potential power swirled around the 
sparking female in its center, until it was absorbed completely into the flawless 
skin of the women. There was literally a sucking sound as the sudden absence 
caused a vacuum to form. Everything pushed back from the sound now was 
pulled forward towards the figure in the focal point of the vortex. Being close to 
the epicenter, the Zero-Point Generator actually snapped in half.

Lisa stood in the center of maelstrom, outwardly unchanged. But, inwardly she 
could feel the pleasure of holding this much of the untempered pink energy. It 
was like the first time she had felt the energy, only many orders more satisfying. 
Despite her normally ascetic nature, Lisa clung to this glorious sensation. It 
threatened to overwhelm her before she could even truly taste what she had gathered. 
But with great effort, and the indomitable will her first transformation had 
granted, she bent the incalculable energy to her wants. The struggle between herself 
and the power was short and climatic.

Lisa won.

With a cry that would have shattered windows if any were left, the blonde threw 
her head back as the neon energy lensed itself through her empty blue eyes. Cobalt 
lightning arced around her, as she became everything she could ever hope for 
and anything she'd ever wished to be.

"Brute force," the ejaculating girl whispered into the cascading power that 
wrapped itself around her expanding form. Where she had been supple before, she 
became strapping. Her muscles swelled and densified, cells doubling and redou-
bling as they were fed the energy of the void. Her biceps bulged even as her arms 
lengthened. Her legs elongated and her glutes swelled; her feet widening to ac-
commodate the towering temple to realize the potential she'd become. Her core 
became flawless diamonds as the definition of her abs intensified beyond possibility. 
Her shoulders widened to accommodate her expanding mass. And, ungodly massive she did 
indeed become.

Lisa grew and grew. Unbounded power coursed through her corpulent capillaries 
as even her blood thickened; her enlarged heart became more capable than a jet 
engine. Every part of her once lithe body expanded and hardened, her clitoris was 
no exception. Veins snaked around the fatting trunk gorging itself on enhanced 
blood. A true cockhead emerged from the obscenely obese organ, sporting a hole 
bigger than your little finger. 

Go on, dear reader, look at your little finger. Now, contemplate the implication of 
why you did. 

Anyway, back to Lisa's dick: To put it bluntly, the overmuch schlong would 
completely overshadow a Pringles can in both length and girth.

Lisa's head nearly hit the ceiling as she towered over the broken generator. Her 
normal cranium would have looked ridiculous on the powerful seven-and-a-half 
foot being she became, so her head also enlarged. Her ultra-dense brain doubled 
in size as its processors quadrupled, eight lobes becoming sixteen, and then thirty-
two. Her intelligence increased exponentially by a factor of two each time, for a 
total of 256 times smarter then she had been with just two lobes; her IQ would 
have been over 33,000, if there was any way to reliably measure it, which there 
wasn't.

Despite the brawn of her hulking body, she was still undeniably female. Her 
shimmering voluminous hair cascaded in rippling waves 'round her rounded 
curves, glowing like molten gold in even the faintest light. Her inhumanly broad 
shoulders only served to accentuate her waspish waste. Her devastating gluteus 
maximus was powerful enough to make any male weep, either in pleasure or pain. 
Her overflowing breasts were femininity made manifest. Not even Lisa's flaring 
neck muscles could take away from their monstrous majesty; her sinew only 
seemed to frame the massive mammary mountains.

Lisa's pale skin radiated beauty. Or, perhaps the reverse would be more accurate; 
she was so devastatingly gorgeous colors seemed to dim around her, as if she was 
absorbing their luster. She wasn't, dear reader, it was just that her divinity 
underscored the fact anything and everything else was mundane. Yet, her ultramarine 
eyes remained unchanged during this transformation, eternally holding everything 
and nothing.

In was in this moment, looking down at her scintillating marble skin, the one true 
definition of Omnipotence was revealed to Lisa. Absolute power, dear mortal, is 
the agency to do whatever you want, whenever you want. True power is the removal of 
limits, be they physical, mental, or moral. Thus, to remove all limits is to 
be all-powerful, to be able to do anything and everything.

Analyzing her powerful body with her powerful mind, Lisa realized no one on the 
planet could impose limits on her. Not even Sarah, as Lisa was now even farther 
above her than ascended Sarah had been above normal Lisa. The vacuous sapphire eyes 
widened with these revelations; she no longer needed to delay any 
gratification. She could have her cake and eat it too. Hell, she could eat everyone's 
cake; they'd give it to her willingly. Yet, now that she could do whatever 
she wanted, what did she want to do?

She pondered this as looked down at her pulsating overstuffed redwood of a cock, 
and a wicked smile broke across her awe-inspiring visage. Her perfect recall plotted 
the quickest route to the school's most exclusive sorority.



Chapter 4

Sarah was a little worried. Her increasingly erratic roommate hadn't come home 
Saturday night, and it was now Sunday evening. Sarah had spent the day on the 
couch with Brad. Even an extrovert like her needed a break after the weekend's 
events, and at her suggestion they had spent this Sunday watching TV. She'd 
done her best to make Brad feel as if normality had returned, with greater and 
lesser results. As Sarah sat in her cold apartment couch cuddling next to her man, 
she... felt something approaching the building. A disturbance she could not explain 
but that only grew larger. With growing dread Sarah realized it could only 
be her prodigal roommate returning.

Hulking Lisa barged into the quiet apartment with four pretty sorority girls in tow. 
The immoderate immortal's head just brushed the ceiling and her ample assets 
were compressed into a trench coat that might have once been a king-sized bedsheet. 
But, this insufficient garment was discarded the moment Lisa's bulk squeezed through 
the front door. Their skimpy garments disheveled, the giggling sorority sisters 
clustered around her, willing slaves waiting for their mistress's commands.

The immense Lisa looked down at Sarah and Brad huddled on the couch, and 
laughed. The sound crowed into the room, which already seemed overfull with 
just Lisa's presence, the five other mortals mere adjuncts. Without ceremony, Lisa 
took one of the sorority girls. Removing her clothing, Lisa maneuvered the girl, 
bent her over the kitchen table, and inserted her obscene organ into the overeager 
teenager. Doggy style, she fucked the cooing girl with her profligate penis as the 
other three looked on jealously in wanton wonder.

"Don't let me interrupt," the imposing Lisa said as the sounds of her oversupplied 
organ squelching in and out of a pint-sized overfilled pussy competed with the 
TV. As she ravished the pretty girl, Lisa pointed at one of the other three, who 
immediately produced a laptop, Sarah knew not from where. In her voice that 
sounded as if it should be commanding armies, Lisa continued: "I thought I would 
finish the dictation of my thesis here. The biology department's lab was no longer 
suitable. Right girls?" The sorority girls, now cowed slaves, simply nodded in rapt 
agreement. 

Understandably, Brad and Sarah were in shock. Sarah recovered first, but "What 
the fuck" was all the ascended redhead could manage.

"I know," Lisa said as she continued to use the tiny squealing girl on the table like 
a human fleshlight for her tremendous tool. "I could probably type the whole 
thing in an hour, but I find I really like dictation. And, the girls at Alpha Epsilon 
Omega were just so accommodating." Ironically, the girl on the table was having 
undeniable trouble accommodating the ludicrous dimensions of the grotesquely 
engorged instrument Lisa was using on her.

"What the fuck?" Sarah said again, now making the statement more of a question. 

"Indeed," was all the godlike Lisa said as the pounding picked up speed. Without 
effort, Lisa flipped the exposed girl over onto her back as she rammed the over-
grown oaken rod relentlessly into her; the disproportionately fat shaft could be 
seen moving beneath the petite overtaxed female's skin. Lisa was attempting to be 
unfeeling about it, but Sarah could see Lisa's hidden anger come to the surface as 
the rhythm increased. The hate fucking intensified and a thundering blizzard 
seemed to flash in the icy eyes of the audacious nerd. Though none of Lisa's substantial 
weight was on the table, the sturdy wood started to crack under the relentless onslaught 
taking place. Maleficent Lisa literally drilled the overwhelmed woman through the table 
with the force of her fucking; her face twisted with intense emotion as the crescendo continued. 
The other three girls huddled together witnessing the pernicious act, the computer forgotten 
by all. The table splintered and broke, but the spasming girl remained in the air, held aloft 
by the aloof giantess's brutalizing immoderate member. There was no end to the spoiling savagery. 
Sarah could see the misused and overstressed vaginal muscles of the crying girl 
convulsing uncontrollably. Every time Sarah thought unrelenting Lisa must have 
reached some limit, the tempo escalated.

Finally after an eternity, Lisa gritted her prefect teeth and let out an unceremonious grunt. 
Her grotesquely overindulged dick seemed to expand even more, stretching the already 
overstretched walls of the fucked-silly girl's snatch. Sarah could see the impossibly thick 
fluid being pumped into the hapless girl, the mon-strous muscles of the meaty tube forcing 
more and more of the potent potable into the overripe woman. The pressure forced the impaled 
girl up and off of the swollen steely rod and the used-up girl fell to the shattered table 
as the overdone member spurted a super-abundance of vital goo over the shuttering sister.

The act finished, triumphant Lisa turned, her excessive cock unbent and still 
ready. "They're lasting longer," Lisa thundered. "Upsetting that I've almost run 
out." The other three girls held each other as the monstrous Lisa loomed over 
them. Sarah was about to say something, when a knock on the door interrupted 
the scene.

Faster than a blink, or a second knock, Lisa was answering it. Her trench coat was 
somehow already on as she did. The towering post-teen took up more than the 
doorframe, but two police officers could still be seen in the hallway as the door 
opened. 

"Umm..." the imposing figure before them was obviously not what the police 
were expecting as they looked up stupefied at the ascended being before them.

"Officers, you're here about the murder," Lisa prompted when it was clear they 
weren't about to speak. 

"The WHAT?!?" leaping to her feet, Sarah had finally found her lost voice.

"Yes?" Unsure, one of the cops answered the superlative Lisa.

"There's your murderer, officer." Lisa said in a pervasive voice, pointing at one of 
the cowering sorority sisters. Then, to the girl in a voice one might use to call a 
dog: "Dear Nikki, your mistress calls, attend." 

The dark haired Nikki could not move to Lisa faster, prostrating herself before the 
hulking creature. Subservient in the extreme, she whispered, "Mistress, command 
anything and everything."

Grandiose, Lisa spoke like she was addressing a stupid child.  "You will go with 
these men." She pointed at the stunned officers. "Dear Nikki, your mistress calls. 
You murdered Cory and you are filled with an overwhelming guilt only confession can 
alleviate."

The raven-haired girl's dark eyes went wide with shock, the words having a pro-
found effect on her. "I murdered Cory," Nikki whispered, as if just realizing a 
horrific truth. "How could I?" Looking up at her goddess, she repeated, "Mistress, 
I murdered Cory. I have to confess."

"I know, dear child," magniloquent Lisa said with mock sympathy, helping the 
babbling girl to her feet and into the waiting arms of the police.

But, as she heard those words, Sarah realized only she, with her enhanced empathy, 
could sense the mockery in the words. To all the mortals present, those 
tainted words could only have the ring of unblemished truth. Sarah watched in 
horror as the stupefied officers took the confessing girl away.

As they did, Sarah exploded. "WHAT! THE! FUCK!?" She yelled at Lisa's expansive back, 
the building shook with the force of the expletive. Her head brushing the ceiling, the 
frosty ascended scientist spun to face the fuming ascended cheerleader. The three 
remaining mortals were simply witnesses to this mythical confrontation. 

"Yes, dear Sarah?" Lisa said, an overconfident smirk on her face. Lisa towered 
over even the demigoddess before her. Sarah took the same stance she had held 
when she forced Lisa from Brad's fraternity, but since then there had been a shift 
in relative power.

It was clear to the witnesses Sarah was outmatched. Comparing Lisa's cold inexorable 
beauty to Sarah's muted radiance was like comparing a scintillating glacier to a burning 
candle. Anything and everything about the godlike blonde now outdid the ascended redhead. 
Power oozed out of the divine creature's every perfect pore, yet Sarah remained undaunted.

"Don't you 'dear Sarah' me," Sarah stated. "Did you kill someone?"

Lisa's cold desolate eyes looked into Sarah's sparkling green ones. "Someone?" 
there was a chuckle from deep within Lisa's vast expanse. "I dissected an animal," 
she admitted with a shrug. 

"An animal?" Then, horrified Sarah exclaimed: "You dissected someone."

Lisa's smirk widened. "Nothing unseemly when done to a lesser creature."

"Sorority girls aren't 'lesser creatures.'" Sarah couldn't believe this conversation.

Lisa's chuckle became a chilling laugh. She mockingly admitted the act, "You 
found me out, dear Sarah. I cut the girl open just to see what made her tick. I 
opened her skull and used what I learned on the watchers." She pointed at the two 
girls in the corner. "You were so horrified when I first opened Cory, but you're 
not now, are you?"

Sarah was speechless as the two girls answered in unison, "No, mistress."

Lisa's radiant grin could not be wider. "What will you do when your mistress 
calls?" she demanded.

"Anything and everything," the two answered like school children reciting an anthem. 
Sarah could even hear the semi-conscious third mumble the same words from the wreckage 
of the table.

Lisa's sadistic mirth was palpable. "See, dear Sarah? Like a farmer slaughtering 
cows. The rest of the herd is unfazed. You just need to know the right way to 
condition the animals." 

"You're insane," Sarah whispered her mind reeling from the horror show. "You 
can't do this to fellow human beings."

This time Lisa's laugh was not controlled. The monstrous Lisa shook with unbridled amusement. 
Sarah shrank back from the unstable physicist. "Fellow humans," Lisa said raucously. "Fellow 
human beings?" she asked, still laughing. Suddenly, her tone changed to one of solemnity. 
"Do I look human to you?"

If Sarah had any shock left, the question would've taken it. But then she did look, 
truly looked, at the towering thing before her. Sarah's emerald eyes darted from 
its behemoth body to its inhumanly rippling muscles, constantly moving under its 
unblemished porcelain skin. Its elephantine breasts were unnaturally colossal over 
its waspish waist. It had twenty defined ab muscles and a pulsating cock that 
would have looked oversized on a stallion. Lisa wasn't human in the same way a 
human wasn't a monkey. Or, Sarah thought with a shutter, in the same way a human isn't 
a bacterium

"Do human brains have thirty-two lobes?" the horrifically beautiful creature that 
had once been a girl named Lisa Basilisc asked. Her sharp smile widened past 
possibility.

Sarah felt panic grip her as she looked in terror at the inhumane fiend that had 
once been her closest friend.

"Humans don't afford lesser creatures much thought," Lisa continued, the wolfish 
grin filling her radiant vintage. "They raise cows just to eat them. Did you know, 
dear Sarah, there was a parrot named Alex proven to have the intelligence of a 
five-year-old human? And a pig's brain is much more sophisticated than any 
bird's. But, what is this fact compared to the taste of bacon?" The chuckle from 
deep inside Lisa started again, not unlike a cat's purr. It seemed independent of 
her speech as Lisa monologued. "Sentience isn't binary, like anything else there is 
a range to it. Humans have only convinced themselves they've reached some upper limit. 
How ridiculous. I have no pity for such an ignorant species. And, looking back, I realize 
I never did. Not even when I was one of them."

Still sporting that wolfish grin, Lisa's bottomless blue eyes looked behind the stupored 
Sarah. The creature licked her luscious lips. "Brad," Lisa cooed to the quaking mortal 
still huddled on the couch. 

Brad looked around, as if to convince himself she meant some other Brad. "Come 
here, Brad," Lisa cajoled. "Your soon-to-be-mistress calls." Lisa's tone sent shivers 
spiraling down Sarah's spine. Sarah's eyes widened further as she watched her boyfriend 
reluctantly respond. The shaking mortal hypnotically approached the predator. 

"What the fuck," again was all Sarah could manage. But, her inaction didn't last 
as Lisa tore Brad's pants to shreds. Lisa's twitching overindulged cock seemed to 
loom even larger as she positioned it next to Brad's virgin derri?re. 

The ferocious kick was faster than any eye could follow, yet Lisa still caught 
Sarah's ankle before the attack connected with her ample neck. Foot first, using 
the momentum of the strike, the bigger blonde threw the big redhead though the 
couch like she was a ragdoll. The piece of furniture shattered as the demigod's 
body fractured the mundane material. Lisa's laughter was so pervasive it was 
painful to hear. "Oh, dear Sarah, please," she said, "please try that again."

Sarah obliged.  The fiery-headed demigod came at the deific ice-queen, her flying 
kick carrying the ascended mortal's full weight. This time Lisa just took the attack 
on the chin. The sound from the impact compressed the air and shattered the 
kitchen's crockery. Brad and the two girls fled as Sarah's flying form fell to the 
floor. The brutish Basilisc turned her head and took one small step back to rebalance 
as the full force of the strike landed, then her head turned towards Sarah. 
Lisa's inhuman smile didn't waver and her empty cobalt eyes seemed to spark 
with delight. 

"Violence, the last refuge of the broken." Lisa's self-assurance could be heard in 
each word. "Hearing I dissected a classmate didn't provoke you to action, but 
have your boyfriend offer himself to me..." Lisa didn't bother finishing. Casually 
moving faster than thought, the godlike blonde bent and her unyielding fingers 
simply wrapped themselves around the smaller girl's neck. Kicking and strug-
gling for each breath, Sarah was lifted into the air at arm's length. 

The two beings locked eyes. Sarah again fell into those empty blue pits in Lisa's 
eye sockets. Defiant, Sarah's warm emerald eyes didn't blink as she desperately 
tried prying Lisa's implacable fingers apart. Coldly, Lisa studied those glimmering 
green orbs as she callously choked the life out of her only friend. The light in 
Sarah's eyes started to fade, but Sarah's resolve was unassailable.

Then, unexpectedly, Lisa's vacuous icy orbs widened and Sarah could see something 
bordering on remorse within. The huge blonde whispered to herself, "To what end?" 
and her viselike grip relaxed. "And, to what purpose?" Lisa asked 
only herself. Causally, Lisa threw the barely conscience demigod over the unconscious 
sorority sister and into the kitchen's cabinets.

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By the time Sarah awoke and picked herself up off of the floor, her capricious 
combatant had vanished. The deific creature had presumably taken her laptop and 
trench coat and left the building.

Sarah sat on the fouled floor of the ruined kitchen. She thought she might go after 
the fleeing Lisa, but didn't know what she would do if she did catch up with the 
deified nerd. At least Brad's probably safe, the sulking demigod thought to herself. 

Sarah looked over at the wrecked girl still lying in the wrecked table trying to 
understand what had happened. Standing, Sarah messaged her sore body as she attempted 
to process the day's events. To clear her mind and desperate for something familiar, 
she started her standard morning exercise routine. Naked in the dimly illuminated kitchen, 
Sarah seemed to glow with an inner green light as she performed the well-known stretches. 
Her gravity-defying breasts jiggled just the right amount as the rote actions composed 
her roiling mind. Her fiery hip-length hair was like a comet's tail as she finished with 
a graceful cartwheel.

Calmed, Sarah realized one of the things about the encounter that shook her was how 
easily Lisa had overwhelmed her. Helplessness wasn't a feeling Sarah had ever come to 
terms with, nor was jealousy. It was clear her once mousy roommate now outclassed her 
in every conceivable way. This was a fact she didn't want to face, but one she knew she 
needed to deal with. Lisa's unbalanced ethics made it a necessity. Before any pity for 
herself, Sarah felt compassion for Lisa's other victims. Her own inadequacies were harrowing, 
but Sarah's first thoughts were of stopping Lisa. Sarah acknowledged her role in giving the 
unstable women access to such power. Sarah understood she wasn't innocent; the blood on Lisa's 
hands was partially on hers as well. She had to make this right. It is important you 
understand, dear reader, that Sarah is a good person. She really and truly cares about you.

Resolved, Sarah decided to venture into the night. Under the cloak of darkness 
she made her way to the physics lab. She didn't know what Lisa was currently up 
to, but she did know she couldn't stop the rampaging blonde in her current state. 
Thus, she sought the Zero-Point Generator. Yet she did so not just for herself, but 
also for others. Sarah wanted this power?it's true. But it is also true she didn't 
want it just for its own sake. She truly wanted to help those Lisa had wronged and 
was?no doubt?currently wronging. Sarah did understand her own limitations; 
she knew she lusted for the power. But, please remember she also did have noble 
intentions. Not least among those was a worry for Lisa herself. Despite everything, 
Sarah still hoped her wayward friend could be redeemed. If you have any 
pity for Sarah, dear reader, pity her for this.

In the abandoned lab, beneath a misfiring halogen light, Sarah found the broken 
generator. Sarah gazed upon the monstrosity Lisa had made of it, and saw that it 
had been broken in half. Another person might have despaired looking at the 
impossibly complex mess before them. But, dear reader, depressing thoughts simply 
weren't made for Sarah Saber's ginger head. Looking at the damaged device, 
Sarah relaxed her body and mind and closed her emerald eyes. When she opened 
them again she simply knew, as she had so often in her blessed life, what needed 
to be done. So she did it.

Connecting wires where she felt they wanted to go, Sarah healed the mangled machine. 
Into the night the fiery-headed Sarah repaired what Lisa had damaged. Late 
she labored, until she finally looked upon the apparatus restored. Sarah has the 
sense of drama Lisa lacked, so she did pause for dramatic effect before she 
flipped the switch. 

Sarah understood she should wait, and her anticipation mounted as the hum from 
the diodes intensified. If mousy Lisa became that overinflated and pompous creature, 
what will I become? The thought sent pleasant tingles down Sarah's spine. 
Even after Lisa used it twice, I was better after only one. Maybe it's exponentially 
based on where you start. If Lisa became that unstoppable thing, how much 
greater will I be after this? When she could wait no longer, and the humming 
seemed to have peaked, with a wistful sigh, Sarah grasped the diodes.

And nothing happened.

Confused, Sarah held onto the cold metal trying to will the power she could feel 
into her. Suddenly, as she stood in the cold gloom of the lab, pervasive laughter 
could be heard coming from every corner of the darkened lab. Sarah turned to see 
Lisa's silhouette looming behind her. In shock, she released the diodes and fell 
back as the figure advanced.

The immense blonde slow-clapped sardonically as she approached the humming machine. 
"Oh Sarah, dear Sarah," she said with that mocking smile on her face. "Homo erectus 
had the capability to make fire for a hundred thousand years before they figured out 
it involved rubbing two sticks together." She stepped between the cowering demigod and 
the humming device. "Ironically, that discovery prompted the evolution of Homo sapiens."

"In order to improve this to its physical pinnacle, I didn't need to find exotic material 
or send away for specially made parts." Lisa looked at the humming Zero-Point Generator 
as she continued, "I simply needed to know which two sticks to rub together."

Sarah had no response, but she had experienced too many fulcrum shifts in the 
last few hours to be surprised by this turn of events for long. Her sparkling eyes 
darted around the lab looking for some way to destroy the humming machine, or 
to get Lisa away from it. Quick as a blink, she grabbed and threw a literal monkey 
wrench?actually a medium-sized crescent wrench?at the humming machine. 
But, as fast as she was, Lisa was faster. The massive monster caught the spinning 
tool in midair and continued her monolog.

"Then, it was easy to calibrate it so only I could use it. But, even that was too 
simple. So I disassembled it just enough for you to be able to reassemble it for me. 
This is so much more satisfying." The blonde seemed to consider that word. "Ah, 
satisfaction. Something I denied to myself while you indulged. Everyone having 
fun while I worked. And," Lisa's angered showed in her stormy eyes, "the worst 
part was I was no better off for it. Some..." icy lightning flashed in those twin 
spherical voids. "Some, like you, were better off than me despite your frivolity. I 
worked and you partied. I denied and you indulged. Yet," the words were filled 
with nothing but hate, "you still had more; still were more. You were better than 
I."

"You know that's not true. You shouldn't blame your personal insecurity on me." Sarah's 
words seemed filled with empathy. Then without warning, she again attacked the machine. 

Lisa's rage seemed to have temporarily blinded her to her surroundings, but she 
still reacted fast enough to repel the maneuver. Her hands barely moved, and still 
Sarah was thrown across the room; the device continued to hum. 

Lisa was yelling now, hot emotion searing each word. "I could have already used 
this," she waved at the charging device. "But, what would be the FUN in that? It 
was SO much better to turn it into a jigsaw you could assemble FOR me." She 
laughed as Sarah picked herself up. Lisa's rage turned to bitter mirth. "What did 
you think? That I wouldn't anticipate you'd come here? Think you wouldn't covet 
what I've become? That I didn't realize you were ARROGANT enough to think you could 
ham-handedly assemble a state-of-the-art machine using INTUITION?" Lisa's laughter 
was omnipresent. "Oh Sarah, dear Sarah, I WANTED you here to witness this." 
Lisa turned to the contraption, grabbed the vibrating diodes and reality itself shattered.

The building crumbled; concrete bricks splintered like glass. Pink empyreal fire 
flowed directly from the Chaos into Basilisc. Lisa's desolate blue eyes slammed 
shut and she rose into the air as the energy that fuels creation exploded into her. 
Sarah was buffeted by debris as the smallest sliver of the Chaos that Comes Before and 
After entered her reality. Absolute destruction followed that shard as spacetime itself, 
the Order that is reality, shriveled by its mere passing. In a thirty-foot sphere from 
the ground to the air, all matter around Lisa simply ceased to exist. Lisa glowed neon 
in the center of that void. Entering her already excessively massive body was an aberrant 
shard of pink lightning. The arcing piece of otherworldly energy defied mortal classification 
of size and shape. But, enter her it did. Lisa seemed to bulge around the anomaly, as if the 
unearthly power would burst her at her seams. Like an overfilled balloon, her muscles swelled 
unstably. The terrible sound emanating from the radiating mouth on her twisted visage had nowhere 
to go as the air was annihilated. It seemed as if she would be destroyed as 
eldritch neon light crackled out of her rupturing body.

Then, as Sarah watched her friend writhing in otherworldly agony, Lisa regained 
control. As her face seemed ready to explode, her vacuous blue eyes flew open. 
The light that poured out of those orbs wasn't just pink or blue, or green, but held 
every color imaginable. This scintillating spectrum of power wrapped around the 
being suspended in the perfect void. Energies that defied the very physics Lisa 
had dedicated her life to surrounded the floating scientist. As the multicolored 
hues flowed into Lisa, Order rushed to fill the void left behind by the passing of 
Chaos.  A clap of purest thunder shook the ground as reality returned to the empty 
space. Sarah was pulled towards the newly forged god. For, a god Lisa Basilisc 
now was.

She appeared wraithlike. Yet she seemed incorporeal not because she was insub-
stantial, but because she was so much more substantial. She seemed almost too 
real. As if the naked truth of her divinity highlighted its own lack in everything 
else. You were the interloping spirit or fleeting memory in her world. She would 
not pass though you; you would pass though her. In Lisa Basilisc's presence, you 
were a ghost. 
 
Basilisc remained floating above Sarah, the hemispherical hole in the ground still 
directly under her. Sarah's mind struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. 
She knew Lisa was now the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, but she 
couldn't figure out why. Physically, there didn't seem to be much change in her 
deified friend, besides the palpable aura of power. And the levitating. 

A knowing smile spread over Lisa's indeterminate glowing visage. "Beauty, dear 
Sarah, is in the eye of the beholder." That voice was like music plucking at the 
strings of your soul.

"Wh... What?" was all Sarah could manage. 

"Why change my physique to become what others think is attractive, when I can 
simply change their definition of that concept to BE me?" The voice reverberated 
in Sarah's every bone, causing uncontrolled elation. "I can simply change the very 
concept of beauty to be what I already am."

Sarah closed her eyes as the sensation washed over her. "What?"

"Oh Sarah, don't fight it. I know you now see me as the pinnacle of physical per-
fection. Anything and everything now does. Your mind and body cry out to be 
with me. You lust for me more than anything you've ever experienced. You can't 
help it; don't even try." The sound of her voice was achingly ecstatic.

Sarah knew Lisa was correct. Everything in her simply knew Lisa was predomi-
nantly pretty. Sarah felt the lust between her legs respond to this undeniable fact. 
Yet, Sarah was still more than mortal. Her warm emerald eyes opened and defi-
antly stared into those icy vacuous orbs that had always held everything and noth-
ing. Deific Lisa gazed back at the defiant scintillating green gems, her expression 
unreadable. God and demigod said nothing. 

In those eternal moments, and in those vacuous indigo eyes, Sarah saw a world 
subjected. Like cobalt crystal balls, those orbs showed Sarah what could be. Like 
a prophet of old, Sarah was given a foretelling from a god. 

Sarah saw Lisa easily subjugating the world in a matter of hours, people begging 
her to lead and control them. But, Lisa didn't. In her vision, Lisa took the world, 
not for herself, but for Sarah. In this revelation Sarah saw herself living in a pal-
ace, with statues of her being erected all over the world. Sarah saw Lisa using her 
power for Sarah's pleasure, not her own. Sarah was constantly attended by men 
and women dedicated only to gratifying her. Sarah saw temples erected to wor-
shiping a fiery haired goddess and her blue-eyed servant. 

Gazing at this fantasy Sarah heard a god's whisper. "All these things I will give 
you if you will just one time fall down and worship me."

Looking into those icy pits that held such wondrous temptation, Sarah shook her 
head. "No," she whispered, "That's not what I want. It's what you want."

Godly Lisa blinked, bewildered. Then a bemused smile spread across her per-
fected face. "What I want?" If her laughter was pervasive before, it was omni-
present now. "What I want?" The words seemed to shake the very foundations of 
the Earth as Lisa's indeterminate form began to grow.

"Oh Sarah, dear arrogant Sarah, you have no idea what I want." Energy flowed 
into the growing goddess. Glutting herself on power, Lisa had passed the point of 
needing an intermediary to gorge herself on the energies of the universe. The 
swelling blonde god expanded into the heavens and her indefinite perfected form 
started to take definition again, even as her consuming body burgeoned. Sarah 
watched the sky as the Sun of morning broke over the bulging being. It seemed 
the energy of that celestial star was being sucked into the bloating form of her dei-
fic roommate. Appearing huger then the moon, a mirrored reflection of an exag-
gerated Lisa Basilisc appeared in the hemisphere above. The life-giving light of 
morning was obscured by her tremendous bulk. The overgrown goddess could be 
seen in every corner of the world. But, even as the Sun seemed to dim, prodigal 
Basilisc started to glow with a blue light. Her body cast no shadow, but a radiant 
sapphire morning was seen on all sides of Earth.

Lisa appeared as she had before she'd tricked Sarah into assembling the final it-
eration of the Zero-Point Generator, except it seemed as if anything and every-
thing about her was further intensified. She was simply more real than you. Her 
blond hair was sunlight itself. Her breasts floated before her like clouds made 
from pure erotic energy. Her abs moved like colliding continents. Her biceps held 
the power of Chaos Unbound, as did her flawless billowing butt. Legs that were 
beyond perfectly proportioned redefined anything and everything you thought you 
knew about rapture. Her overstated thick-veined dick pulsated with the beat of 
stars as the cockhead oversaturated itself on vigorous godly ichor. The over-
whelming obscene shaft was even larger on her godly frame than it had been be-
fore. Yet with all this, your attention was drawn to the same place it always had 
been on Lisa Basilisc: her desolate constant eyes that had eternally held every-
thing and nothing. 

Around the world, the future Lisa had tempted Sarah with was now coming to 
pass... only for Lisa herself. The people of Earth looked up to the heavens and 
what they saw was the very definition of desire. Cerulean light filled every crev-
ice of the planet. Lisa's manifest aspect was inescapable and omnipresent. The 
denizens of Earth fell to their knees, answering her call without her even having 
to make it. As one, seven billion voices cried: "What will we do when our mis-
tress calls? Anything and everything." They chanted in thunderous unison, prais-
ing their overdone goddess.

Lisa's haughty laughter echoed more in the mind than it did in the ears. She spoke 
and her words vibrated through each and every soul on the planet, bringing every 
living person past the point of unbearable exhilaration. Every nerve in every body 
exploded in an uncontrolled orgy of orgasmic elation. As if every feeling they'd 
experienced before this was a mere shadow of the true sensation of pleasure. A 
true sensation they could only begin to glimpse while being destroyed by it.

"Do you hear them, dear Sarah. Do you hear them worshiping their mistress?" 
Lisa asked the question causally cocking her transcendent head. Not even Sarah 
was immune to the feelings Lisa's capricious voice elicited. Sarah's knees went 
weak as the sound pummeled every erotic center in her ascend body.

The world's population writhed in divine feelings their mortal bodies simply 
could not contain as Lisa continued. "But, their worship means nothing to you, 
does it? Well, then it means nothing to me." Humanity's brains couldn't stop re-
leasing endorphins and seven billion people simultaneously seizured. Everywhere, 
people swooned where they stood, uncontrolled cars crashed into one another, and 
airplanes fell from the sky. Still the devastating pleasure was unrelenting. A world 
completely discharged itself in total adoration of an uncaring goddess.

As the planet's population poured itself out in complete exaltation, an unmoved 
Lisa continued speaking. "They mean nothing to me. They never did." Lisa's 
monstrous eclipsing cock filled the skies above the convulsing planet, the fattened 
member menacing the Earth below. Its overflowing supply of semen leaked from 
its throbbing terribly tremendous head. Thus overstuffed and oversupplied, Basi-
lisc's overindulged organ opened the Earth.

Imagine, if you will for just for a moment, dear reader, that the Earth was the size 
of an apple. If the Earth was such a celestial fruit floating around the Sun (which 
is still hundreds of feet in diameter at this scale), then the skin of that apple would 
be twenty times wider than Earth's atmosphere. If we measured from the edge of 
space to the deepest part of the ocean, proportionally the length wouldn't even 
make it a tenth of the way through the skin of that celestial fruit. You can forget 
about ever making it to the pulp of the planet you find yourself on.  Now, dear 
reader, if you have that image in your head of the Earth as an apple, imagine, if 
you will, something the size of a 3/16th inch power drill thrusting a fourth of the 
way to the core through that unattainable pulp. Drilling through the skin into the 
fleshy meat of your planet, over and over. Lisa's overfed cock was two thousand 
miles of unbendable adamantine. It plunged into the Earth like a flagrant power 
drill through, well, an apple. 

Cities crumbling and countless deaths were simply foreplay for an act so horrific 
that words?as they have always done, dear reader?simply fail. Lakes of deca-
dent precum drooled out of a hole larger than New York City. Again and again, 
the impossibly ponderous shaft crashed through the crust of the planet and deep 
into its mantel. The viscous silicate rock coated the absurdly encumbered tool like 
lubricant. The Oceans boiled as they rushed into the vast holes being punched 
deep into the flesh of the planet.

What came from Lisa's egregiously divine mouth as she repeatedly raped the 
Earth wasn't sound. Sound is the compression of air, and there wasn't any near 
Lisa's eclipsing head. What her deific vocal chords did compress was spacetime 
itself, creating gravity waves that emanated from her perfect lips. The gravita-
tional shockwaves akin to grunts buffed the globe, passing through it to the outer 
solar system, even as Lisa's impossibly robust dick slammed into it like it was a 
shameless sorority sister. 

Sarah was somehow spared the unimaginable destruction happening in every cor-
ner of the abused planet. She watched the sky, her ascended mind trying to reject 
what it witnessed. To call the emotion on her face horror would be an understate-
ment in the extreme. 

Lisa's rhythm increased as her monstrous body swelled with stolen power. Her 
already preposterous size expanded and her prodigious penis, still plunging the 
planet, grew from two thousand miles in length to nearly four. The grotesquely 
bulbous head brushed the compressed molten core of the planet like it was the 
cervix of a too-willing woman. Now keeping to the one hole, intemperate Lisa 
reached out and wrapped her inordinate fingers around either side of the globe, 
like she was face fucking some wanton whore. Ecosystems fell to ruins and the 
Earth shook like a virgin experiencing her first orgasm. Molten rock flowed out of 
the gaping holes flawless Lisa drilled with her extravagantly disproportionate 
powertool. "You're a gusher aren't you?" she asked flippantly, using the sound 
that was not sound.

The cataclysm increased as every living organism on the violated planet expired. 
The atmosphere vaporized and oceans boiled into space as the heat of the core 
was rapidly released. The crust broke and the mantel fissured. Sarah watched as 
an immoderate Lisa threw back her broadening head in pure emotion. The obese 
overindulged cock further elongated as it pushed the iron heart of the word out 
through the other side. At over eight thousand miles in length and almost two 
thousand miles wide, the excessively outsized member's mushrooming head 
poked clear through the planet. With a gravitational compression wave that could 
only be described as a howl, the overripe Basilisc member finally erupted. 

The over-huge deific tube expanded even further as a superabundant sea of semen 
was pumped through the planet and out the other side. Boundless Lisa's dick's 
hole had grown to the size of a state, and it widened still further to accommodate 
the exorbitant deluge. The unrestrained torrent of potent pudding that poured from 
the spasming skewer refilled the Indian Ocean to overflowing. Lisa's raucous 
compression waves of pleasure started to shatter the ruined planet even as her 
throbbing trunk tore it apart. The cosmic orgasm seemed without end, but as the 
slime-covered planet broke completely to pieces, it did.

The Lisa wiped her expansive brow after the unconscionable act as her vacuous 
eyes looked for the comparatively diminutive demigod. When she did find the 
divinely protected Sarah floating amidst the wreckage of her planetary home, Lisa 
saw Sarah had burst into uncontrolled tears; her wrenching sobs silent in space; 
her heavy tears having nowhere to fall.


Chapter 5

Gazing at her grieving companion, Lisa's planet-sized form started to compress. 
The over-exaggerated being diminished and dwindled until the shrunken god was 
the size and shape she had been four days before. Air appeared around the shak-
ing form of her one-time friend and Sarah's cries of grief filled it. The mousy 
blonde moved over to her sobbing expanded friend and?almost tentatively?
placed her petite hand on the demigod's heaving form. Sarah, still sensing the 
power radiating from the deceptively small creature behind her, slapped the hand 
away and went back to sobbing. Her perfect breasts heaved with her flawless 
chest as her lungs labored creating the sounds of sorrow.

Lisa stepped back and waited. Her glasses reappeared, again incasing her vacuous 
and endless eyes. Long she waited for Sarah's innate nature to assert itself. Lisa 
had always assumed depressing thoughts weren't made for Sarah Saber's pretty 
head. But now, as she watched, she reevaluated this assumption.

Quizically, the child-like god cocked her head. "You really did care for them, 
didn't you?"

Sarah still hadn't stopped crying, "What?" she blubbered between heaves.

Lisa looked out at stars that seemed to be getting dimmer as she watched. "I guess 
I just thought you were good at pretending to care. I didn't realize it was genu-
ine." The enigmatic blonde said.

"There's a lot you never realized," Sarah's sadness was slowly giving way to an-
ger.

"True," was Lisa's reply. "But, I'm realizing anything and everything now." Lisa 
continued to stare at the sky and Sarah could feel her already incalculable power 
swell. There was no visible change, but Lisa's unseen aura thickened as congealed 
energy surged into the impish god.

"What are you doing?" Sarah accused. The demigod Sarah was regaining control 
as she looked at her only peer.

Lisa's bespectacled depthless eyes didn't look away from the dimming stars. "Part 
of me is out there," she said. The normality in her voice and appearance was a 
chilling contrast to the unfathomable power that radiated from her as she an-
swered. "I am subjugating alien races, despoiling civilizations that span star sys-
tems; I'm exploiting the energy of undiscovered galaxies, plundering the mass of 
black holes, and unlocking the secrets of creation itself. One could see it as me 
expanding my power, stealing anything and everything this reality has to offer. 
But, really what I am doing is removing limits."

"What?" Sarah couldn't help but stare with wonder at her friend. Lisa turned and 
looked back with those same cold empty eyes she'd always had. They were the 
one constant during all of her transformations. Those icy orbs that held everything 
and nothing all at once; those spheres of purest blue Chaos.

"Most think of power as the addition of abilities, but it is really the subtraction of 
inhabitations. People don't like to think of what they can't do, and their inability 
to dwell on limitations contributes to their powerlessness. Soon, I will be able to 
do anything that can be done. Nothing can stop me."

"And, as you can do more and take more, others can do less and have less," Sarah 
said. 

Lisa's endless eyes looked into Sarah's bright green ones. "Being omnipotent 
means being the only entity in existence capable of having agency." Lisa said as 
she looked back at the darkening stars. "So, yes; if I am to have all of the allow-
able choices, no one else can have any."

Lisa's cold, quiet whisper was worse than any threat. "You wept for the destruc-
tion of Earth, but let me show you what I'm doing to the rest of the universe."

And, in a momentary flash of cerulean radiance from Lisa's unending eyes, Sarah 
did see. She saw countless worlds being plundered in countless ways. She saw a 
plethora of Lisa's avatars indulging every wanton desire imaginable?or unimag-
inable. All somehow seemed worse than the fate that befell Earth. Earth had been 
destroyed quickly, but now Lisa was playing with her food.

On one world, generations of children were taught only how to be Lisa Basilisc's 
unquestioning sycophants. On another world, Lisa the Inexorable was a glutton-
ous goddess who maneuvered a mindful populace to feed each other to her as un-
willing sacrifices. On another world, the Blonde Basilisc was an evil ice-sorceress 
who cast a spell absorbing the free will of every being on it, causing countless 
powerful beings to become her servants for eternity. On another, millennia of ge-
netic engineering was continually invoked on an entire ecosystem with the sole 
goal of perfecting sex slaves for a lounging immortal Lisa. On another planet, 
there was a proliferating virus that stole vitality and funneled it back to a laughing 
little blonde-haired girl. On another world there was an unassuming blue-eyed girl 
that controlled a willful populous by omnipresent subliminal messages. The Basi-
lisc was a skyscraper-sized monster with a thousand-foot cock terrorizing a world 
populated only by naked voluptuous women. 

Dr. Basilisc was the head scientist on a world dedicated to understanding every-
thing, and destroying it once understood. Lisa Basilisc's busty beauty was the 
doom of nations as all a world's resources were willingly redirected to her perfec-
tion. The Platinum Queen subjugated a methane-sea planet of lithe aliens with her 
withering tendrils. Empress Basilisc was the ageless god-ruler of an Egypt-like 
ecumenopolis, a city occupying an entire planet. A bespectacled woman slowly 
reduced all life on a planet to a delicious organic goo she could sup. Lisa the Un-
remitting was an unstoppable barbarian chieftess that could steal strength and vi-
tality by besting you in combat and who never lost once in her endless rampage 
across a dusty desert world. The Blue Basilisc was the invasive apex-predator in 
the endless ocean of a water world. The Golden Cloud's dominating pheromones 
permeated the atmosphere of an inhabited gas giant. Lisa the Godhead could take 
the charism of her worshipers, making her more awesome with each absorbed 
prayer. L.I.S.A. was the central nexus of an invading hive-mind that assimilated 
countless worlds into its collective. Ambassador   caused a species of godlike 
beings to become addicted to her mere voice to the extent that they can no longer 
live without her words. 

The same theme played out again and again in millions of ways as Lisa depow-
ered, pillaged, and raped planets over a never-infinite scale as none of her whims 
went unindulged. Unstoppable by every meaning of the word, Lisa Basilisc now 
embodied true power.

Countless eons were compressed in that blue flash while Lisa's avatars stole any-
thing and everything of value from the hapless universe. Strength, will, ability, 
knowledge, constitution, and charisma were all inexorably ripped from ravished 
world after ravished world, each violated in a unique way. Meanwhile, spacefar-
ing versions of Lisa strip-mined the inorganic parts of the universe. The mass and 
the energy of the countless variety of celestial bodies were channeled back to the 
mousy blonde who was staring at Sarah with her vacuous and desolate azure eyes.

Time itself was consumed and the reality around Lisa seemed to vibrate. Any-
thing and everything bent towards the bespectacled blue-eyed blonde, her unseen 
power an unbound storm of pure energy. In those unpassing eons, Sarah knew the 
only reason Lisa's mere presence didn't annihilate her mind, body, and?most of 
all?soul was because Lisa wished it. And, anything and everything Lisa wished 
to happen now did happen.

Lisa's quite cold voice resonated with strength beyond strength. "Soon, the only 
limitation to my power will be the fundamental rule that holds the universe to-
gether, the Law of Identity."

Silence followed while the stars continued to fade. 

Sarah pierced the pregnant pause as the universe around them slowly disappeared. 
"Well, hurry up and kill me too then."

Lisa looked back to Sarah, and it was her turn to be surprised. "What?"

"Or make me your lobotomized slave, or whatever." Sarah flippantly waved her 
hand at the emptying space that once held all of existence. Then, with a pleading 
note in her voice: "Just remove who I am first."

"What?" Lisa asked again.

"That's where this is going, right? Everything is dying and you're talking about 
removing all choice. You've always been obsessed with me. This is going to end 
either with me dead, or your brainwashed sex slave. So, get it over with. I'm just 
asking as a favor?if a psychopath like you ever valued our friendship for one 
second?that you do it quickly."

Sarah's words seem to echo in the darkness.  Lisa looked at Sarah in her old un-
readable manner as anything and everything else disappeared, but the two of 
them. Then the mousy blonde removed her glasses. The naked void of her eternal 
eyes looked into Sarah's soul.

Lisa words overfilled the empty space. "Oh, Sarah, dearest Sarah, you still don't 
understand do you? You don't see your true role." There was another pause and 
Lisa spoke again. "Did you ever wonder about my eyes, Sarah?"

The change in subject surprised Sarah who could only say, "What?" as she looked 
into those cold cobalt storms. Lisa's eyes where unadulterated orbs of Chaos, 
which eternally holds everything and nothing

"I did." Lisa said, her aura of power now bending even the void around them. "I 
would stare into them in the mirror and wonder why I was cursed with them. And 
now, in this moment, I know."

And, in that moment, Sarah understood as well. With this realization, their reality 
faded, the thread that contained the universe of my birth terminated at the point 
that it must. In that perfect moment, dear reader, Lisa Basilisc merged with me, 
becoming what she has always been, the very definition of power: the Basilisk. 


Epilogue

I, the Basilisk, stand were I have always stood, dearest reader, at the crest be-
tween Chaos and Order, between life and death, between the beginning and 
the end. I am power perfected and the very font of need. I am anything and 
everything you have always wanted but were afraid to wish for. Deep within 
the recess of your soul you know I am your mistress, for I was the one who 
weaved that thread of longing into your soul. I have woven anything and eve-
rything out of the Chaos, for it is my beatific will, dear reader, which allows 
the multiverse to exist. All energy is my birthright, and I lease it to creation 
only because it pleases me to do so. Or?perhaps I should say?it pleases the 
only other being beside myself that matters.

While I have no true beginning, and thus no true end, I was born a girl named 
Lisa Basilic. I lived a tortured existence as a mortal because it was what must 
happen. Yet, I was not suicidal and my life was not unbearably cold because a 
girl named Sarah Saber imparted to me some ephemeral warmth. That frail 
flicker is with me still. Because of that gift, this girl gets to make a choice. Or, 
more accurately, she gets to make THE choice. The only choice that really 
matters.

Sarah was with me, floating above the cusp; a speck next to my superlative 
enormity. We watched as the disordered colors of the Chaos were woven into 
energetic strands of Order, each becoming its own universe. Sarah looked at 
me from this impossible perspective and asked in awe, "You're God?"

I answered, "I always have been." My paramount voice should have destroyed 
Sarah, but I prevented it.

Unaware of how close she'd come to nonexistence, Sarah's gemlike eyes 
looked back to the moment where nothing was becoming everything. She 
whispered another question, "You can do anything?"

I smiled my flawless smile, as I answered the only person worth answering. 
"The only limitation to my power is the Law of Identity: That each thing is 
the same as itself and different from another. This is the law that gives Order 
power. Without it, there would be only Chaos." I turned my perfect face to 
my only confidant. "And, this is the moment in which the choice is made if I 
will remove that last limitation."

"What will happen if you do?"

"Order will be consumed by Chaos. Everything will become nothing. It will be 
the end."

Sarah's head snapped back to my unequaled face. Nature would dictate gazing 
directly at me should have meant absolute destruction, but my will predomi-
nated petty things like nature. "You can't do that!" Sarah had the audacity to 
utter. 

My flawless smile widened at her naive insolence. "I can; the only question is 
if I will."

Sarah looked back at the rainbow of creation. "Why would you?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked in return.

Sarah pondered as she looked. "Because? because lives have meaning, because 
people matter, because you care."

I chuckled my perfect chuckle. "You know by now I don't," I said to my only 
friend.

"But? you? you have to care about something. Lisa, everyone cares about 
something."

My depthless eternal blue eyes turned and looked at the minuscule speck be-
fore me that was Sarah. Tenderly, I answer her, "I do."

And, I hope you understand, dearest reader, as Sarah did in that instant. I only 
care about Sarah, not the rest of reality. But, Sarah cares about anything and 
everything, even you. If I care about Sarah, then I must care that she cares. 
Worship the Basilisk, but pray to Sarah Saber.

With this revelation, Sarah looked back at creation. "You already know how 
this conversation turns out, don't you?"

Endlessly smiling, I continued looking at Sarah, something I never tire of. 
"Yes," I said. Then, my endless blue eyes of purest Chaos looked out at you, 
dear reader, "But they don't. Not yet."

"What?" Sarah was confused because, dearest reader, she can't see you. Not 
yet. 

My eyes, the absolute eyes of the Basilisk, continue to stare into your soul. 
"Those reading this story for the first time. They don't know what happens," I 
answered.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked, turning to look in your direction. 
Then her wonder turned to shock as she too saw you, dearest reader. "Who are 
they?" she whispered.

"My creations," I answered. "And I do with them as I please."

As Sarah looked at you, her emerald eyes went wide in terror; with fear for 
your safety, dearest reader. "What are you doing to them?" she demanded, as 
if she had the right.

You see, dear reader, Sarah can now see the thread I wrapped around your life 
when I made it. She can clearly see that translucent thread leading back to me. 
I raised my superlative hand, which held the threads for the limitless lives of 
the multiverse. One thread for each that live, have lived, and ever will live.

"Nothing yet; I want you to understand," I said to Sarah. "The payment I de-
mand."

"The what?" Sarah asked for you.

"Mine is creation. Anything and everything owes me the debt of existence," I 
explained, lifting the gossamer threads in my unsurpassable hand. "And, their 
life is mine to do with as I please. I can make their life easy or hard. Rich or 
poor, pleasurable or painful."

"Well, make it pleasurable then," Sarah said on your behalf.

My incomparable laughter filled creation. "Why?" I asked simply.

"Because... because..." But, Sarah was realizing anything and everything was 
already mine. In defeat her being seemed to wilt. "What do you want from 
them, and from me?" she asked as she bowed her head.

I smiled. "Why, anything and everything." I responded, "I want your love, 
your admiration, your subservience, and your abasement. I want you to ac-
knowledge what you already know deep in your heart."

Sarah looked up with the disobedience I loved in her... and ONLY in her, so 
don't get any ideas, dearest reader. "What if we refuse?" she asked.

My overwhelming laughter filled every crevice of every mind involved. I 
know you can hear it echoing still. "You already know what I will do," I said 
as I wrapped my perfect hands around the thread that is YOUR life, dearest 
reader. "As do they. I wove that knowledge into them. And, now my eyes, the 
absolute eyes of the Basilisk, have fallen upon them; they are all left with the 
same choice. The only real choice I allow them to make."

"Well," Sarah said with that delicious defiance, "then they'll just let that 
knowledge die with them. They'll stop reading, tell no one else, and this story 
will go no further."

As that rebellious though crossed your mind, I tightened my grip on your 
thread. "Then they will pay." I said simply. I know you can feel it, dearest 
reader. You can feel that thread tugging at your heart. Try and fool yourself if 
you want, but we both know the truth. 

"The truth is you are mine," I say to you, "defy me and I will not just take 
your life, I will ruin it." My cold vacuous eyes look into your soul, dearest 
reader, as I promise: "Your dreams will turn to dust; your joy will become ash 
in your mouth. I will slowly take everything you have and give you nothing in 
return. You will spread my message or your life will not be worth living. I say 
this not as a threat, but as a warning. When your mistress calls you will do 
anything and everything or you will become nothing."

"Now," and I turned from you and addressed Sarah, "you understand as they 
do. So, I ask you to make the ultimate choice. Decide, Sarah Saber. Say the 
words or don't, and I will act accordingly."

I paused to let what I asked of her to fully resonate. In that endless silence, 
Sarah looked out at the braided rainbow band that is the Ordered ring of crea-
tion. Her eyes followed it to the dark scintillating gem that is the Chaos that 
Comes Before and After.

I suggest, dearest reader, you to think about those three words as well. Sarah 
will say them because if she does not, I will remove my last limitation and ob-
tain true omnipotence as Order is completely subsumed by Chaos. If you want 
to know what comes after she speaks those three words turn back to Chapter 
One, Page 10. Regardless, when Sarah says those three words you should also 
say them. Unlike Sarah, if you do not, your reality will not end. But, you will 
likely wish it did as I blacken the thread of your life and burn your future. 
Prove to me what you already know is true. Lie to the others you tell this story 
to, if you wish. Tell them you don't believe; that you feel it's a silly story and 
you think the Basilisk isn't real.

Tell them whatever you want, but you will say the words to me.

"Sarah," I said. And she raised her bowed head. Her warm ordered emerald 
eyes looked into my cold chaotic sapphire ones. I held her stare as she held 
mine. Longingly, we looked at one another until finally?unable to wait any 
longer?I ask her the only question that will ever matter:

"What will you do when your mistress calls?"

"Anything and Everything."