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[NSFW] - Big Brain in the Dungeon (Danmachi Jumpchain)

 

Honestly, for all the spite I hold in my heart for overpriced shitholes that exist for seemingly the sole purposed of ripping money out of your wallet, there's a sort of grandness to Orario.

You can tell very clearly that there were gods that had had a hand in designing it over the centuries. Sure, sure, the tower in the center is held up only partially held up by good design, the rest being divine will, but I mean the city layout. I hesitate to call it 'modern', but there's a streamlined efficiency to it all that brings the thought to mind.

I can only imagine that with there lifespans and voyeuristic 'people watching' habit, there were gods of industry, civil works, architecture, and other various related topics that had seen countless city plans rise and fall. With perfect memory and the benefit of sheer time, Orario carried a sort efficiency to it that married it's medieval design.

I suppose it's a bit like if you took a modern city planner and took them to the past, then gave them free reign over a city's layout with the materials of the time.

Having gotten up so early, the crowds were thin. Merchants beginning to set up, deliveries getting made, early risers rising and night owls heading home. There was a sense of oddness, but familiarity. I'd never been anywhere quite like it, and yet, there was a spirit to it that felt like any and every city I'd been to.

"The sun is going to rise soon," Hestia murmurs, hand in mine.

I hum in agreement, "Within a half-hour to an hour. Lets grab a light breakfast and coffee from Omphale's Maids."

Hestia cocks her head at that, a teasing smirk on her face, "A maid café?"

I chuckle, "Yeah, but not like you're thinking. I always chose that one because they have a rotating staff through the entire day, although it's lighter at night. For someone that doesn't need to sleep, it's a blessing."

I pause, thoughtful look crossing my face before deciding to admit the other reason I prefer Omphale's, "Also, they give a discount to men they deem of 'sufficient handsomeness', and apparently I pass muster."

Hestia blinks in confusion at that, "Why would a maid café give a discount to men?"

"Well," I smirk, "I suppose men aren't the target clientele, and the maids like men."

Hestia stares at me, completely lost, and I laugh before leading her down a few streets.

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"Greetings, handsome customer," Maki-chan, the greeting maid declares, striking a cute pose and a wink, "Welcome to Omphale's Maids, where your service is our pleasure, teehee~!"

At the end of the greeting, Maki pops a peace sign and winks, tongue stuck slightly out.

"Haaaaaaa," Hestia breathes heavily, face flushed as her eyes whips between Maki and the other maids, "Haaaaaa~ Haaaaaa~"

"Sorry, Maki-chan," I say apologetically, "It's my goddess's first time here, and it seems I failed to properly explain your business theme."

"Completely understandable," Maki-chan replies, the muscularly lithe Far Eastern man with a beautiful face smirked, "You're hardly the first to 'fail' to mention such a thing."

Omphale's Maids has, as many other businesses in Orario, a long and storied history. That long and storied history began with the fact that Hera was, bless her heart, possibly one or two steps removed from being a fujoshi.

See, while she only let women into her Familia, she had no problem allowing men work in any side-businesses. Including fishing for pretty faced gay men to crossdress as maids for a niche audience.

Yes, 'niche', that is to say, a ton of women visited the shop and would have survived even if Hebe hadn't picked up the manager's position to claim all the men into her Familia. Sometimes she'd mutter under her breath about Hera not properly appreciating 'boys love' and allowing them her blessing.

She didn't care who was around when she'd said such things either. I'm not sure if she was genuinely upset that Hera hadn't blessed them out of their loyal duty to their job, or that the blessing preserved the maids' youthful beauty for as long as possible.

Either way, I could respect that sort of dedicated degenerate energy that didn't hurt anyone.

Well, except for that one time she'd told me she'd allow me into her Familia even if I wasn't into men, as long as I shaved and put on the maid outfit. I'd decided to be touched by the offer, but gently let her down. She'd been disappointed, but understanding, and had pat me on the cheek telling me it would be a shame that age would spoil my nose.

That wasn't much of an issue given I was the next best thing to immortal that a human could be, but I'd laughed it off and given her a pat on the shoulder.

At my side, Hestia was having a minor meltdown as she almost started hyperventilating when she saw Erika-chan, with his long blond locks pulled back into a braid.

"Yeah, we're just going to grab the quick-go special," I stare at my goddess, "She likes milk and honey in her coffee. Please hurry, I don't want to hold her down."

"Hold me down," Hestia giggles deliriously.

"Right," Maki-chan snorts, before calling it out, "Two Quick-Go orders. One coffee with honey and milk, the other the Death Crow special."

Ah, the Death Crow. One shouldn't mix uppers and downers, but I liked the strongest coffee they had, with a bit of Dwarven Vodka mixed in. With a brain that works overtime to keep my biological functions going, I'd decided to experiment a little in free time.

The high was amazing, once I'd gotten used to controlling the heart palpitations.

"Thanks, Maki," I smile.

"Anything for our most handsome, death-pursuing customer~," Maki strikes another pose, and Hestia squeals as his stocking-clad leg is raised.

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[NSFW] - Big Ears, Big Brain (Mass Effect | Inspired Inventor)

 

A/N: I've been slowly working on compiling info on the ketka species for a standalone post containing colony details, ship details, ME map location, etc. I'll complete it eventually. I posted some small WIP details in a non-threadmarked post, but I'm including here here because I don't expect readers to go through pages of posts. Some people like the discussion, some don't. Enjoy!

Spoiler: Map location

Spoiler: Homeworld data

Chapter 8

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Location: Milky Way / Ynilli Cluster / Tylpet System

Date: 2155 (Tlon age: 17)

Spoiler: Charges

The chime for the lab door beeped as I slowly slid a golden crystal in place, which began to lightly glow once in place.

"Vix?"

"It's Mren, sir."

"Let her in."

I picked up the next crystal, this one a dull red, as the lab doors slid open, my- I don't really know how to classify our relationship. Partner? Babysitter-turned-minder-turned-assistant-turned-lover? I'll stick with "partner".

A slight flash of light and auditory crackling fills the room as the shielding is reestablished once the doors are closed. Mren looks around the room, not used to seeing me take such precautions. I caught her ears twitching as the music playing was processed by her auditory senses. It wasn't on very loud, because it turns out certain tone, frequency, and pitch combinations in human music could cause physical pain if experienced too loud.

With a thought through my neural interface, the music volume cut in half, so it was barely more than background noise.

"Human music is so different than ours," she commented, walking over to me as I slid the red crystal in place. "Brought you something to eat, because you've literally locked yourself in here all day. Seriously, why couldn't you work on this back in your own lab? You know how boring the research station is."

Spoiler: Research Station

"Well, it was I either do my experiment here, or I risk blowing up Ketkar," I nonchalantly commented, sliding the last crystal in place.

"What?!"

I stood up straight and stretched. I really needed to stop getting so tunnel visioned on my projects.

"Now I just need to wait for the synthesizer to finish with the last part. Vix?"

"Already running diagnostics."

"Are you ignoring me?" Mren said, rounding on me, barely glancing at the marvel that would be the most incredible piece of technology in this galaxy- perhaps universe -once it's finished.

Assuming it works the way its supposed to. My Mathematics and Phyiscs say it should, though only because Element Zero is space magic.

"Not at all," I said, snatching the synthesized snuod from her hands, tossing the purple fruit in my hand as I walked over to one of the lab tables.

"With proper precautions, the odds of destroying the planet were less than 0.0004%," Vix helpfully said. Then unhelpfully added, "The odds were slightly that he would simply destroy the universe."

"WHAT?!"

I sighed and looked up, as if Vix was there for me to give him the look.

"I'm not going to destroy the universe," I confidently promised. "The worst that can happen is I destroy my lab. That's what the shielding is for."

"That's not reassuring," she huffed. "Especially with me in it. What are you working on that's so dangerous? I thought you were working on your VI's?"

"I finished the programming for those on the way here. Now I just need finish the new hardware to house their core programming, which is what I'm currently working on."

"How can you making their hardware destroy the universe?"

To answer her question, I took a big bite of the snuod, my teeth easily penetrating its thin skin and juicy flesh. Synthesized food was never as good as the real thing, but it was pretty close that nobody that ate any complained. We had no societal plans for decreasing our agricultural yields in the foreseeable future, but on ships and stations, synthesized food was just more convenient than housing and storing large quantities of perishables.

I pointed at the empty table.

"Watch."

Despite her confusion, she complied. Five seconds later, a circling kaleidoscope of light opened perpendicular to the table, and a snuod with a bite taken out of it rolled out, the circle disappearing once the fruit fully exited it.

I grinned, picking up the snuod with my free hand, and handing it to an even more confused Mren.

"Where did this-"

"From the future," I answered. "That's the same snuod as this one. Vix?"

"Pre-set temporal coordinates have been entered into the generator, sir."

"Excellent. Hit it."

Another circle of fractal colors opened above the table, in a different spot than the previous one, and I tossed the snuod in my hand into it, the circle immediately disappearing.

"I'm not detecting any any residual tachyons, leptons, or neutrinos, or any other anomalous readings."

"Thanks, Vix." I ignored Mren's still stunned look, as I grabbed the snuod she was holding, and smugly took a bite out of it.

"What… just happened?"

After swallowing, I explained. "I sent the snuod into the past via a wormhole that goes through time. I had to do this here because the energy requirements for the temporal systems I had to create require massive amounts of energy. Plus, if all of this didn't work right, things could break."

Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked at me as I took another bite of my fruit, then just shook her head.

"Time travel wormholes, got it. Does this mean we can travel through time?"

"If you really want to risk breaking things, yeah," I answered, hopping up and sitting on the table. "Time travel is extremely dangerous. Say you go back in time because you want to see meet someone important. While you're there, you bump into someone and knock them down. You help them back up and apologize, and continue on your way. What you don't know is that the person you knocked down was an ancestor and they would have met their future mate later that day. Because you bumping them slowed them down, they don't meet their future mate. As a result, that family line never existed, so you were never born."

She didn't like that example.

"Nobody knows what I've been working on outside of this room, and it needs to stay that way. Nothing good comes from messing with time like that, because too many things can go wrong."

"Then why did you make whatever it is you made?" she waved her hands at the entire lab.

"Because this," I motioned towards the device that was mostly assembled, "is what's going to keep us safe. The new and improved VI's are going to be monitoring everything and everyone. Bibi-" because I'm shit with names and he's just a digital 'Big Brother' "-is going to be watching all ketka when they interact with aliens to help ensure they don't reveal any of our secrets, and also to make sure they aren't being taken advantage of or in danger. Cici is our cyber warfare and defense VI. She'll keep any aliens out of our systems, and if needed, enter theirs. She'll also make sure if someone tries to steal something from us, it'll explode. And, of course, our beloved Vix will oversee everything."

"A thankless task, but one I happily accept, sir."

I ignored him. "I needed to develop the technologies send information back in time. It will allow the VI's to solve problems quasi-instantly. A problem that would take minutes or hours to solve, are now solved in a quasi-instant."

She looked at the hardware, doing that cute tongue thing when she's thinking.

"So you incorporated those time wormholes into the hardware?" she asked, piecing my information together. I still hadn't cracked directly uploading information into the ketka brain, but that was mostly because I hadn't had the time to focus on my latest approach. Mren had been learning topics the traditional way. She wasn't a genius, but she was pretty sharp, and had been learning the basics on a lot of topics so she could understand the concepts I was working on.

"Yes. There will be permanent superluminal tunnels in the crystals, created by micro mass effect fields and stabilized by temporal shielding to make sure it doesn't break causality. The system needs a micro antimatter reactor to maintain each crystal, because the necessary temporal shielding and sensors are power intensive."

When I remembered once reading a story about someone incorporating wormholes into computer chips that send data back in time to solve a problem near instantly. Considering what I wanted my VI's to do, they'd need to be able to solve problems faster than even normal Alteran crystal-based computing, since they'd be theoretically be receiving data from all ends of the galaxy, and would need to process it insanely fast.

The approach I read about was novel enough, but I had to take extra precautions. All my knowledge warned me that sending a wormhole into another wormhole, into null space, or entering a relay corridor would result in unfriendly explosions. Neither Alteran nor Asgard technology offered a solution to that problem, but hinted that it was possible.

After considering the options I was aware of, a single charge of Star Trek: Temporal Technology, told me it was, and a second provided it, when combined with others. I had an idea of using temporal transporters instead of using wormholes, just beaming the state of the crystals into the past, but the power requirements for constant transport usage were far more than the approach I ended up utilizing, even if it was far less elegant.

In order to make the wormholes transportable in this universe, I needed to shield them so they wouldn't feel any extra-dimensional stresses in their localized spacetime continuum, nor be affected by any external mass effect fields. I remembered Star Trek had a lot of stupid time bullshit in Enterprise, and a look at some temporal abilities in Voyager. I was aware of other realities where beings had mastered space and time, like the Time Lords or the Xeelee, but I wasn't overly familiar with those, and didn't feel like rolling the dice on them. Besides, I didn't want to master time. I wanted near instant computing.

The fact that getting that came with some nifty technologies was just a bonus. And I think I needed to find out what would happen to a Reaper when hit by a chroniton torpedo. For Science!

"So you're just waiting for the matter synthesizer to finish?" she asked.

"Mhmm."

She walked over to me, a small grin on her face, and put her hand on my groin. My body instantly responded to her groping.

"Why don't we wait in our quarters," she whispered, giving my lower ear lobe a quick lick, before she turned and headed to the door, the room's shielding turning off so she could exit.

"The sacrifices I make for my people," I dramatically sighed, as I hopped off the table and ran after her. Science! will have to wait.

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Location: Milky Way / Ynilli Cluster / Ketka System

I watched via remote as our automated mining system worked in the neighboring Lno system. It was home to the mass relay, but also an extremely large amounts of mineral-rich asteroids, precious and otherwise, including Element Zero.

Projected mass effect fields cause asymmetrical mass changes in the asteroids, causing the targets to rip themselves apart. Automated shuttles would fly in and scoop up all the minerals, and transport them to the local processing facility.

Even though the facilities were fully automated, most had two engineers there in case there's an issue or something needs maintenance. Because of the much larger mining operations in the Lno System, there were six engineers present.

Impressively, this method of asteroid mining was developed before I was even born. An older scientist named Osimo, whom we named the research station after to honor his many achievements in developing mass effect-based technologies, came up with the idea to simply rip the asteroids apart instead of drilling. It was a rather ingenious idea, especially since the ketka didn't have a prothean beacon to crib from.

All I did was make the process more efficient and automate it. Instead of a single ship that does everything, I separated the tasks. The 'mass effect rippers' are on mobile platforms, so they are able to move to whatever asteroids the VI running the operation deems most important.

Spoiler: Remote mining

"It really is something."

I hadn't even heard the door to my lab open, but I was surprised to see my father's third wife, Uhji walking into my lab. My parents occasionally visit, but the others rarely do.

"It is," I agreed. "I can hardly imagine what it was like before our people made it to the stars."

She walked next to me so she was facing the display, and put her arm around my shoulder. I had human music playing in the background, but it was already low enough that I wouldn't need to turn it down to converse with her.

"Life was a lot slower then," she said. Later this year she'll be turning 1,417, the oldest of my father's wives, so she was alive before our first adventurers left the planet. "And the universe a lot smaller."

Her hand went to the back of my head, her fingers massaging where the ears met my skull. Growing up, she would do this whenever she felt I was studying too hard, so it was a rather frequent occurrence.

"Have you picked out a name yet?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Not yet. We're going to wait until we know the sex before deciding."

"You're not picking?" I asked, surprised by her decision. In our culture, the mothers usually decide on the name, though it wasn't too uncommon for it to be a joint decision.

"I'm horrible at picking names. Your father's much better at it than I am, though I think your mother is the best at it."

I chuckled at that. My father jokes that my mother picked the name at random, but my mother swears that she didn't. My mother's never admitted how she picked my name, though.

Uhji stopped massaging my head. She grabbed my hand, and slid it under her shirt so it was pressed into her lower stomach, normal behavior for pregnant ketka. In fact, it was perfectly acceptable for anybody to touch the stomach of a pregnant ketka.

"It will still be a few cycles before anybody can feel anything," I said. "It hasn't even been a cycle since conception."

She gave me an amused look. "Yes, I do believe I was taught that, thought that was a long time ago."

Ketka have exceptional memory, though eidetic memory is rather rare. We don't suffer any mental deterioration until the very end of our lives, which I'm thankful of. It would be a pain to forget things every couple hundred of years.

I pressed myself into her side, hugging her as I kept my hand on her stomach.

"I know you'll be an excellent mother for my brother or sister," I stated, "because you were an excellent mother for me."

She held me tightly, and kissed my forehead.

"You made it abnormally easy for us," she admitted. "Though you did work far too hard. A bad habit you've retained."

"As the universe gets bigger, the work I must do increases. I think we got lucky with meeting the humans, but we need to remain vigilant."

"Yes, yes," she sighed. "I've already taken the 'lessons' your VI prepared regarding dealing with humans. I understand why it's necessary, I just wish it weren't."

"Me too, mother."

She released me to give me a happy and familial kiss on the lips.

Things have really started to change for the ketka people, and not just their still developing military. Teleportation pads have been installed in most cities, and being rolled out into all remaining ones. Our people really seem to enjoy being able to go practically anywhere. The changes hasn't been implemented on a larger scale for the movement of large quantities of goods, but that's slated next for rollout.

Matter synthesizers have begin being used in larger industries, such as construction, but their higher energy requirements have kept them from being utilized by the average ketka in everyday life. They are being introduced to the technology, though. A long lived species like the ketka are familiar with changing, but change slower than humans did in my previous life. Luckily, they saw the benefits of the technologies being worked on, and knew they would better our people, so there wasn't any real pushback from the population on it.

Our traditions, while very old, were also rather flexible, as the needs of the people always come first. As long as I didn't try to change the essence of what the ketka, they'd accept most anything. Even something as foreign as "You can't implicitly trust aliens - they have to earn it," is something they accept. Sadly, there's a big difference between accepting something, and understanding it.

A single charge in Sociology, when combined with Psychology, gave me enough to work with to create a new VI to help educate my people in ways they can understand, and assist when dealing with aliens. I might push each topic up another charge in the future, but I'll only do that if I need to, and when I feel we're adequately safe enough from the Reaper threat.

"What are you working on?" she asked, a smile on my face at me calling her 'mother' instead of 'other mother'. While the latter was the correct term, it wasn't inappropriate for me to call her the former, especially now that she is with child.

Ketka gestation periods last between thirteen and fourteen cycles, so it will be over a year before I meet my future brother or sister, but there's no reason to not call her that now.

"I wasn't really working on anything right now," I admitted. "I was just reviewing some of our spatial operations."

It was one of the rare cases where I was just giving my brain a bit of a break. All my pressing projects have been completed. My new VI's were up, and my 'temporal computer core' was running perfectly. There were a lot of other projects that I'd pushed, as they were either low priority, required knowledge that I didn't spend charges on yet, or were simply me optimizing existing technology. The two most important from the latter were neural interface uploads and matter synthesis of non-existing elements.

I swiped at the holographic display, and it switched to one of our newer matter synthesizer shipyards, hard at work creating one of our new heavy cruisers. We only have a few of these currently in service, but each one was worth the time it took to produce, even with a shipyard working at maximum efficiency with both matter and energy synthesis being employed.

Spoiler: Synthesizer Shipyard

Spoiler: Cruiser

"We've come so far," she said with some awe in her voice.

"We still have a long way to go," I stated. "From what we've determined, the humans have a lot more ships than we do, and they've only been exploring outside of their system for less than ten years. Our ships are more advanced, which works in our favor, but who knows what else is out there?"

I did, at least in this galaxy. If the Reapers struck us right now with their full force, I wouldn't be able to stop them. I sent Vix a mental note to remind me to build some doomsday contingency plans to save us should we find ourselves in a situation where we were most likely going to die. In Stargate, there was an episode where Samantha Carter used an Ancient device to bring their entire planet out of phase to protect it from Ori ships. I should be able to pull off something like that.

Our current forces were spread fairly thin, but with no direct and current threats, I felt we were fairly secure. Any system that we had assets in, had ships stationed there to defend them, and all of our combat ships were supplemented with fighter drones for additional supports.

All of our capital ships were equipped with drone fighters, two squadrons- each squadron containing five drone fighters -on our corvettes, six on our destroyers, and ten on our cruisers. Each squadron is controlled by a single pilot with a dedicated VI assistant, with each VI assigned to two squads. We have plans for dedicated carriers, but haven't begun working on those yet.

With my new temporal computing systems, the VI's are capable of handling big problems near instantly, but putting the system into every existing ship would be time consuming. Combined with the fact that this was a system that I couldn't presently teach others how to maintain or duplicate, I'm planning a limited rollout, and keeping them limited to cruiser-class ships and larger, which includes any future carriers.

"Whatever it is, we'll face it together," she vowed.

I already knew that no matter the obstacle, my people would band together to overcome it. Still, it felt good to hear her say it.

"Want to see something I plan on working on once our fleets are up and running?" I asked, a bit excited to share something even Mren was only aware of in passing. I had so many ideas, but I couldn't share most of them with anybody.

I didn't wait for her to answer, knowing she would have agreed anyway. Vix closed the remote displays, and brought up the mockup I created of the megastructure.

Spoiler: Space Farms

"It's one of my longer-term projects, but I've worked out most of the science behind it," I said with a hint of pride in my voice. Vix helped, but he was more there to check my numbers on projects like these.

"They're just… floating in space?" she asked, perplexed. "Are you planning on moving farms off our planets?"

I immediately shook my head.

"No, not at all. First, we can synthesize food, so production should never be an issue. But we all agree that real food just tastes better. As time goes on, more of our people will be living in space, either in orbital habitats, space stations, or ships. Or they may end up living on a world that isn't very suited for growing food. These will allow for food to be produced, and close to the place that its needed. Or we can just sell it to other races we meet. I'm sure there are plenty that need more food."

She looked at my mockup critically.

"Are they covered by glass?" she asked.

"No," I shook my head. "Mass effect fields can maintain an atmosphere. The technology is relatively simple. It's the engineering and size that make it a rather large project. Just one of many I have planned."

"It certainly seems like a large project," she said, attempting to reassure me that she liked my idea. I understood her reluctance. We didn't need structures like these. Not now, at least. And we didn't have the capacity to create one. All of our resources were invested in expanding our fleet and training up the necessary crews. My new VI's would certainly help speed up the crew training, but we lacked officers with any real experience to share.

I knew I could trust my people to do their jobs in an emergency.

"I know. It's also a long-term one, so it's not like I'm going to run off and start being farms in space. I have a very long time to accomplish my goals, so I'm in no hurry."

"Are you really in no hurry?" she asked, her tone completely serious. "We watch you run from project to project, foregoing sleep as you continue to push us forward. No matter how many times we make you slow down, you just start speeding ahead again. Are you that worried about what's out there-" she waved her hand in the direction of the display "-that you can't stop to take a rest, or allow your piers to catch up to you?"

I appreciated the honest concern in her voice, and for the umpteenth time, I felt like a heel that I couldn't tell everybody about what was really out there. It's not a matter of them believing me, because I knew they would, once they realized I wasn't insane. Did I supplant their original son, killing him so I could live?

I just… didn't want them to stop seeing me as their family. As a fellow ketka. I didn't want to be something else. And after keeping this secret for so long, I could only imagine the violation of trust they would feel at my admission. I don't believe I could handle them looking at me if they felt like that.

I couldn't risk it. I owed it to the original Tlon to live this life to the fullest, and do everything I could to ensure his people- our people -were safe and secure and happy.

"I know I'm pushing myself hard," I admitted, pushing those negative thoughts away. "I just have this… feeling that it's necessary for me to do it. But I've finished all my really important projects. I think taking some time to relax would be nice. We don't have our next big meeting with the humans until next cycle, so I can go visit one of our colonies and just let myself enjoy it."

Spoiler: Ketka colony

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea!" she beamed, glad I'd be away from my laps and any projects.

"Having wonderful ideas is what I'm good at, mother," I replied with a cheeky grin, just happy that she was happy.

She just flicked my ear and laughed.

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A/N: The MC finally invested in some more non-tech fields. Project 'Big Little Brother' has been implemented. The VI's are watching!

The idea of a temporal wormhole-based computer isn't new. I first read it in the Worm fic Technology Will Win The Day. Now, I'm sure a lot of you are going to point out how the example with the fruit was stupid and timey wimey bullshit doesn't work like that. Don't care. Hand waved. Done. I happen to agree with the creators of Rick & Morty - time travel is stupid and never written right. Their snek episode was great in depicting that.

Human interaction/POV is planned for the next chapter.

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