Reprogramming myself.

"C.C. is awake." The contacts notified me.

Good.

Just in time too!

With a thought C.C. dropped out of a portal, butt naked, dripping hyperbaric fluid onto the floor in thick gooey droplets, drenched to the bone.

Gotta say, that's kinda hot.

And that's after I've been dosed up with enough mega seed juice to give a prokaryote intelligence surpassing an A.I.

"Wakey wakey!" I said, squatting down beside her, slapping her awake.

"Bwuukh!" She vomitted out some more fluid onto the floor and retched dry for a solid minute before coming to her senses.

Looking down at herself, she took a deep breath, tracing the psi symbol carved into her breast with a wince, her eyes hollow, as tears began to pool in them.

"I was dead." She sniffled, burying her face in her hands, "I was finally dead! And now I'm back again?! Why?! What sin have I committed that I must suffer so!?" She screamed in an old germanic tongue, lashing out at me.

She clawed at my face and I caught her hands, pulling her close and into my embrace.

Gently shushing, I ran my hand through her silky wet hair, wordlessly comforting her as she bawled her eyes out.

She must have had it hard, over on mars, dying and reviving over and over again. Though, I felt little for her, goven my current condition.

Still, I held her close till she calmed down, patting her back reassuringly.

"Why are you suddenly so nice to me?" She suddenly asked, having settled down.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I'm always nice.

Did she go cuckoo from the pain?

Or is it a side effect of the virus?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Pervert." She pouted.

"Can't resist the eye candy." I teased, as a replicator beam shot out of a portal, printing a pair of jeans and shirt for her.

She blushed softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"You're acting too nice today. Usually you'd have shot me through the gut with some new experimental weapon or something." She giggled.

"I'm not that bad!" I protested.

"You threw me into a trash incinerator that time I said Star didn't look like you." She deadpanned.

"Okay maybe I overreacted a little." I conceded, "But in my defense, Star is young. I don't want him to know he's adopted just yet. And you almost ruined that, so...." I shrugged.

"Yeah. Sorry about that." She said, sporting a mischievous grin, "Next time I'll just ask if he's adopted."

I pinched her side in retaliation.

"Ow! Meanie!" She cried.

"You most certainly will not." I reiterated, "I want Star to grow up believing he had loving parents who would never abandon him."

"Yes, yes. I get it." She relented with a sigh, as her expression softened up in a warm one.

Looking at her now, with that face she's making...

I leaned into her, lifting her chin as our eyes met.

"Do you now, Snow?" I asked, moving closer.

I couldn't help myself.

"Why don't you make sure and seal my lips?" She replied.

"Why don't you two just fuck?" Pietro's voice came from behind us, startling us both.

I jumped off her and onto my butt as I looked over at an amused Pietro, snacking on some peanuts and a blushing Wanda, clutching the helmet in her hands.

"Jesus motherfucking christ! How did you get in- oh!"

Right. I attached the microverses to the Vaykunth Lok System. He must have folowed Wanda into the microverse before I attached them here.

I checked the time.

It's been almost an hour since I started already?

Wow.

Time flies when you're tinkering huh?

I sighed, helping Snow up to her feet.

"How long were you watching?" I asked.

"How long do you think?" He teased.

I looked at him and his smug face, decided to not give him the pleasure, and checked the surveillance.

"About a couple of seconds then." I smirked.

"Yeah. Ever since you two started making the doe eyes at each other." He replied, "What's this?"

"A new project I'm working on. It's not ready yet but I was just putting the microverses in place." I explained gesturing at the one they emerged from, before turning to Wanda.

"So, Wanda. You have had what... a month? In the microverse?"

She nodded, still blushing as she looked away.

How cute!

"Is that so? Why don't you make dinner tonight then? Show us what you learned!"

"Really?" She asked, excited.

"I'm sure the kids would love one of their mom's recipes. Prove your housewife skills while you're at it." I said.

I missed Offee's cooking.

She made it just like grandma.

And after her death....

I hadn't learnt from Offee's memories. I hadn't even seen them since except when I prepped Galatea.

I just couldn't. It was too painful.

So I learnt to cook from a cookbook like any normal person would.

And I made some good shit.

But home cooked meals made with a grandmother's recipe have this whole different feel to them.

At least if she makes it right, Star will be happy about it!

Wanda made a happy noise, and ran out of the room to prepare and Pietro just gave me a knowing look and followed after her, dropping peanut shells everywhere much to my chagrin.

I sighed, ordering a droid over to clean up his trail, and returned my attention to Snow.

"Say, remember when I promised I would give you the chance to die for real?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up like fireworks in the summer night sky and she looked up at me with a big smile.

"Now?!"

"In a bit. Come." I led her to my workshop and told her to take a seat while I stripped and climbed into a vat of life preserving fluid line with a one way pneumatic isolator.

From a portal beside me I pulled out a vial of liquid.

An enchanted serum made to loosen my conceptual bounds, allowing me to edit my code of immortality.

Injecting the serum into my body, I began to use my technokinesis to manipulate my code, reprogramming it entirely.

The first thing I did was sever my connection to the collective consciousness of humanity, rendering myself immune to any more attacks via the avenue of the collective mindscape and dreamscape.

Can't target something that doesn't exist after all!

And I had practically wiped out all records of my existence from it, without erasing my existence itself.

That's where the one way pneumatic isolator came in handy.

Usually, severing myself from the Akashic Records would erase me from existence but the pneumatic isolator prevented that by preserving my existence as an isolated pneuma or spirit.

Next I pulled up the data on a specially made cognitohazardous anti-meme I had developed, I injected a new set of instructions into my mind, and with another little tweak, I was now effectively immune to all forms of mind control, telepathy, cognitohazards and infohazards and almost everything else under the sun.

Then, finally, I pulled out the geass that was consumed to make me immortal and began to reconstruct it from my code.

Sure, it would lessen the effect of my immortality, but I had pretty much gutted it already so it's not like a little more would hurt.

My eyes slowly returned to the color of silver blue gemstones with a glittering gold smatter in them, like the faint traces of starlight in a morning sky.

Possibilities and possibilities unfurls before me as I became aware of all paths, all actions, the position and movement of every molecule, atoms and quark around me.

I felt like an absolute god of physics, Laplace's demon at that moment.

I could see the past, present and future all at the same time. It was overwhelming.

Then with a thought I switched the geass off, using a backdoor I had made into my code.

After all, that much sensory input would be debilitating if I didn't have an off switch for it.

Finally, I rearranged my code with myself as the source of my immortality rather than the authority of the Akashic Records, meaning that I no longer needed to rely on the Akashic Records to revive myself.

So long as I can think, I will be immortal.

So long as even a shred of my consciousness remains, I am unkillable.

Sure, I wasn't quite as invulnerable as before and my regeneration was slowed to a crawl, given my own psyche would now fuel it, it was certainly leagues better than being the slave of a rogue thought entity, especially one as fickle as the embodiment of humanity's unconcious emotions and desires, Akasha.

And just in case, I also added a save state function connected to a psychic tech server I had built in the Vaykunth Lok System's Project Phoenix library that allowed me to choose which version of my body I wanted to regenerate into.

This way, I can be young, old, middle aged or any aged I have ever been in the future.

It's real benefits though came when taking curses or incurable diseases into account.

If I can't get rid of it any other way, I can just disintegrate myself and regenerate into a previous version of myself that didn't have that problem.

Overpowered as fuck!

I let out a sigh of relief as I completed the procedure and climbed out of the vat, as Snow walked up to me with a look of disbelief on her face.

"You changed your code! How?! This is impossible! This... this!" She couldn't believe it.

I flashed her a wide grin as I wiped myself clean.

"Darling, with science, nothing is impossible!"

"No, no you don't understand-" She continued.

"Chill, Snow. I took care of everything. All the precautions. Nothing went wrong.

Besides, after today, it won't matter at all!" I said, grabbing her by the shoulder, as a replicator beam recreated my clothes and gadgets onto me.

"What do you mean?" Snow asked confused.

Hehehehehe!

I chuckled, unable to contain my excitement.

Finally, it's time!

I turned to Snow, and cupped her face with my hand.

"Say, Snow, have you ever killed a god?"