For what somehow simultaneously feels like both an eternity yet also just a moment, Lucas trembles with stomach-churning disorientation. Startling awake and gasping deeply, his unfocused eyes snap open, looking up at a yellow-stained large-paneled ceiling. Vision clearing as he gets his bearings, he finds that he is currently slumped across two chairs next to a thick round solid metal table that is bolted to the ground. With one hand on the table, he dazedly pulls himself upright. He slowly looks down at the casual clothes and unzipped hoodie he is wearing before looking up again with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
'Wai… Wha? This is… Why did I go back again?'
[You… You didn't do it intentionally? You were chugging alcohol that would be better used as rocket fuel or paint stripper rather than used for human consumption as if it were water. You don't even seem to have that much of a tolerance for alcohol, so it's almost impressive you managed to choke it down. Wasn't redoing this afternoon your goal in the first place? Or do you just not remember what happened after you got back to your apartment last time?]
'No I… No. I do remember… The TV. Oh, our conversation! Why DID you try and act like a computer?'
If 427 had a physical form, he definitely would have just flinched. Having something new to focus on, Lucas becomes the most spirited he's been since this point in time last lifecycle.
[Well… It's not so much intentionally acting, more like I gradually fell into the pattern over the course of the last 5 decades with my previous 2 hosts. The most recent decade being spent largely in standby with the occasional analysis hasn't been particularly beneficial for my social skills either. Previously, in the heat of the moment during a high-risk GDV task, I would sometimes be reporting calculations and research in real-time, which was probably a large part of having developed this habit.]
Lucas rests his right elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his fist. With unfocused downcast eyes, he gently bites his bottom lip while deep in thought.
'That still doesn't seem like enough to go so far though. I mean, I guess if you were basically just reading a script and giving canned responses at first it sorta does, but there has to be more to it than that. Also, you've had hosts before? Why weren't there any rollbacks for the various superheroes at the time if your system was around 10 years ago?'
Before 427 has a chance to respond, a mechanical voice sounds out from the pickup area's counter.
"Mr. Lynn, your order is ready. Please scan your ID chip to retrieve your order."
[...Don't you dare order extra beer again.]
With Lucas's attention pulled back to reality, he gets up and goes over to oblige the service robot. Having scanned the topside of his lower left arm, he hooks the 6 pack of beer with his left hand's index and middle fingers, hooks the bag of garlic knots with his thumb, and carries the pizza box in his right hand. Nudging the door open with this right foot he starts marching his way back towards his apartment.
'Hey, answer me. Why were there no rollbacks for the superheroes 10 years ago? 2 previous hosts over 50 years with 10 years of that being without a host, it isn't because they worked till retirement, right?'
[Do you remember back when you asked why you were rebirthed into the same body again and I responded with 'Finding and replacing a suitable new vessel with a sufficient GDV requires more system resources than a rollback'? That… Was not always the case. Rollbacks were only a special service for high GDV hosts. The Superhero Enhancement System by no means has infinite resources. Towards the end of the war, as numbers dwindled, the supervillains had eventually discovered a method of… Forcibly separating hosts from the system, slowly and surely systematically eliminating the few remaining capable hosts.]
Recalling how strong of a negative reaction Lucas had when finding out he had no choice but to carry out GDV tasks, 427 stops without explaining any further.
First glaring at someone who eyed his precious pizza too long for his liking, Lucas then exhales a deep sigh.
'Right, there's no way you'd tell me how someone gets removed from the system. You probably can't even if you wanted to… Though I bet it was a pretty awful method given the way you phrased it.'
[Yes. Quite.]
Lost in thought for a few steps, Lucas has a sudden look of realization flash across his face.
'So when you said I was the only detected person with over 1 GDV, it's because by the end of the war the system had churned through every single eligible person? And given the way the world ended up when the villains won, it's not like anyone that survived has actually built up enough positive value of GDV since then? Is GDV based on the body or the... Soul?'
[I'd most likely be punished if I dared phrase it that way, but yes. Both the body and mind have separate but usually equal GDV. The mind requires sufficient value to initially bind to the system, the body needs sufficient value to handle the enhancements granted.]
[Ah, I don't believe I've told you before; starting from 5.0 GDV, additional enhancements can be granted at every 5th GDV breakpoint. It can be new additional enhancements or further strengthening existing ones. Although, should the GDV decrease below a previously achieved breakpoint, the enhancement from that breakpoint will be suppressed until the GDV level is restored.]
Lucas is momentarily surprised by the mentioning of additional enhancements, then thinks about his lowly 2.45 GDV and how slowly it is increasing, leading to his face falling into a deep scowl.
Halfheartedly watching his surroundings, Lucas realizes that he is nearly two blocks away from his apartment and notices a certain purse-wielding teen. He freezes in place, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.
'Shit, I was trying so hard not to think about what happened that I didn't think about how I want to actually do this.'
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 2
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 3
Lucas current GDV: 2.45
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Little character theater:
Lucas, chuckling nervously: Oops, distracting myself worked too well.
427, relieved that Lucas has finally stabilized: [It's better this way, you'll be fine.]
Author, waving lightsticks: Jiayou Lucas, you got this!
With his eyes fixed on the treacherous purse, Lucas swallows nervously.'It won't be very long before he shows up right? What should I do 427, just immediately grab the bag back and find a way to disarm him, but then let him run off? It's not like I can restrain him and turn him in to the police, they'd probably just laugh me away if I even tried. It doesn't feel like it's enough though...'[While that would count as a successful GDV task completion, you don't want to let him off that easily do you? I understand you're probably still traumatized from last time, but you don't have to let him go unscathed. Break an arm or two perhaps?]Lucas's nervous expression falls from his face, instead, his mouth stretches into a sinister smile.
With the flush starting to slowly fade from his face, Lucas slams the door of his apartment shut by leaning back against it heavily. Taking a few deep breaths, he then kicks off his shoes and goes to set the pizza plus partners down on his coffee table. Once his hands are free, he heads back over, re-locking the door. Feeling some semblance of security, he heads into the kitchenette to wash his hands, grabbing the confiscated jagged knife on the way and tossing it into the sink before promptly ceasing to care about it.Returning to the patched-up sofa, now wielding a butter knife, Lucas closes his eyes for a moment in silent directionless prayer before opening the box to see the damage."Nooo, my baby! Look how they massacred my boy." He mourns aloud, witnessing the majority of cheese and sausage being stuck to the lid of the
Lucas spends some time lounging on his patched-up sofa, waiting out the peak of laziness from overeating. With his laptop balanced on his stomach, he pokes about between a few different games, but doesn't really get into any of them.'After everything that's happened recently, I'm completely out of it, sheesh. Also, it feels a bit weird knowing you're always just… Over there listening 427.'[If you're not gonna be relaxing anyway, you could always go out and…]'I am NOT going out grinding minor missions. Bleh, I was always the type to skip unnecessary side quests in RPGs.' Lucas mimes a gagging motion in the middle of the thought in a demonstration.[...Just saying. It may feel li
After a peaceful night spent at home failing to come up with a satisfactory supervillain name for himself, Lucas now sits hunched over a half-eaten bowl of soggy generic store-brand cereal. With a distinctive brown cowlick and his eyes barely open, he sulks down at the offending cereal in a futile attempt at pinning the entirely of the blame for his failure upon it.'This is way harder than I thought it would be. Any other time you could ask me for random villain names and I totally would come up with a bunch, but now that it's for myself I'm just… It doesn't help that there aren't any cool thematic words for simply being stronger than normal.'[Perhaps a change in scenery would help?]'...You really want me to go questin', don't you?'
Upon having decided it has received sufficient affection, the cat gets up and saunters off into the depths of the bodega. With a heavy heart due to the ephemeral nature of feline whims, Lucas goes up to the service bot to diligently buy his candy bar and goes to leave while stuffing his face with chocolatey goodness.[...It seems your newly gained son has gotten into trouble again.]'Ahh, the burdens of being a young single father. Did he finally piss himself?'[Not yet, at least. Alert; a new minor GDV task has been assigned. Please prevent the armed dispute in front of the convenience store. Seems the drug deal left one of the parties involved unsatisfied.]Holding the remainder of the chocolate bar w
As Lucas does his best to ignore his underaged stalker, he makes it to about half a block away from his apartment building before finally having enough of it. Abruptly stopping, he suddenly spins around to try and catch the young teen in the act. Before Lucas's eyes have a chance to completely focus on the familiar too-large black jacket and baseball cap, there's suddenly a blur and he's gone.'Woah what?'[Oh, that's how he was able to keep up with your pace. Seems he's in his early developmental stages for super speed. He does look like he's about the right age for your average naturally occurring enhanced individual.]'Uhhh, then doesn't that mean that messing with him was actually like, really dangerous? Wait, what the hell did he need my help for then
Lucas stares down at the switchblade peacefully resting on his coffee table in front of him, uncertain as to whether he should laugh or cry. Still not directly responding to Jonathan yet, he grabs the knife and hits the button to spring it open, manually closing it and repeating this action a few more times before tossing it back to Jonathan in a closed state. Before finally starting to speak up, Lucas can't help giving a small sigh."Why give it to me? It doesn't do me any good, you need it more than me. And you're welcome, brat." Sinking back into the sofa again, Lucas re-crosses his arms and can't help sighing yet again before continuing. "Yes, I'm a strength supe, you're one of a very short list of people that are aware of the fact. Before you even ask, I've only recently gotten my powers and as you may have guessed I don't have complete control over it yet, though it seems I've
With a pale blue jersey-knit shirt and a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants folded neatly beside him, Lucas sits on the edge of his bed, facing his dresser while rubbing his face with both hands.'What the hell has been with yesterday and today? Ugh. I think I have some new socks still in the packaging, really need to take him shopping for everything else though. Uhhh, how expensive would a small new wardrobe be? Shit, need to go grocery shopping too... Don't tell me one day after becoming a so-called hero I'm gonna have to go steal shit to be able to take care of some random-ass homeless kid?'[Ah, actually, the request for financial assistance went through, I didn't really have any good opportunities to bring it up in the time ever since it was processed. I recently submitted an additional request for assistance su
Lucas and Jonathan—dressed decently but nowhere near as fancy as yesterday—are most of the way to Cat’s Paw Cafe, pointedly not utilizing the stinky subway station to get there.‘Ya know, it’s been surprisingly peaceful, yeah? Though, not havin’ people gawk as much as yesterday is kinda nice. All that attention was gettin’ old fast.’[Ahem, well, fortunately, Boss System approved my long-term task priority filtering proposal.]‘Oh? Whassat?’[Compared to before, now it requires an opt-in before being bombarded with every single task in range. Before receiving alerts—and therefore penalties for ignoring them—we’ll run the calculations of the tasks’ estimated impact vs. potential unwanted attention. This effectively weeds out a majority of minor tasks—plus some moderate ones—by accounting for how suspicious it would be for you to know the event was taking place, let alone be believably compelled to interfere. I knew there was no need to ask if you were interested in activating it immedi
Once the allotted thirty minutes have passed—precisely down to the second—427 tentatively undeafens Lucas. At first, all he can hear is a booklet’s pages being flipped through, followed by Lucas grumbling.Hesitantly removing the remaining sensory suppressions one at a time, 427 nearly sighs with relief upon discovering that Lucas is standing in the kitchenette by the new automatic drip coffee maker—thankfully dressed—in the midst of poorly attempting to demystify its instruction manual.‘How the hell is this so complicated?’[Ah, making good on your promise to Jonathan?]‘Oh, thank fuck; yer back. Took ya long enough.’[…Hello, again, to you, too.]‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back. So, anywho, can ya scan through this or somethin’ and tell me how to use it?’[…I already looked up the instructions from everything’s model numbers earlier. First, measure out—]427 guides Lucas through measuring and grinding a serving’s worth of coffee beans and setting it up in the machine with such in-d
For a few peaceful minutes, Lucas delights in demolishing the delicious delicatessen delivery. As Jonathan reaches for his coffee cup to gauge if it’s cool enough for a sane person to drink, he ends up cutting himself off with a yawn, earning a side-eye from Lucas.“Hey, ya barely got any sleep, yeah? Instead of havin’ caffeine, shouldn’t ya go take a nap?” Upon Lucas’s question, Jonathan pauses, looking at the contents of his mug with an obvious longing. “I’ll make ya a fresh one in like half an hour; I’m sure 427 can figure out howta use whatever newfangled machine ya got,” Lucas continues, his eyes also fixed on the beverage.[…I suppose I appreciate your vote of confidence.]Jonathan’s gaze lingers on the coveted coffee for a moment before he sets it back on the table. As soon as he lets go of it, Lucas lays his claim upon it.“Um, o-okay, yeah. I just, um, sh-should take a shower first,” Jonathan stammers as he stands.Lucas hums an agreement around a mouthful of coffee.[Did y
Thankfully, there are no further interruptions during the rest of this round of deliveries. Or even during the next one, either.Once Jonathan finally has the fourth and final load of freight, he makes a detour to a delicatessen. More specifically, the one where he previously purchased yesterday’s breakfast.After equally uneventfully acquiring milk, third breakfast for himself, and first breakfast for Lucas—since he’d totally only eat sugary baked goods if real food wasn’t conveniently available—he makes his way home.With his back to the recently re-locked front door, Jonathan reclaims the last armload of supplies as he looks at Lucas’s still-shut bedroom door.‘…Our food will still be too hot to eat for a little while; I’ll make some coffee first.’Jonathan may or may not be making up excuses to keep putting off waking up Lucas in the hopes that he’ll do so on his own, knowing full well that he probably won’t.While taking longer than necessary to decide which appliance to christen
“Ah! Um…” Jonathan’s face scrunches up a bit as he looks over his pending purchases.‘Can we at least turn off tasks while my hands are full? I really don’t want to drop everything and have it get broken or stolen by the time I get back to it… It will be annoying enough having to run back and forth a bunch.’[Requesting temporary task suppression… Permission granted; disregarding minor tasks for one hour at no penalty, effective immediately.]Jonathan barely represses his urge to sigh with relief.Before Ji Soo works up the nerve to express concern over Jonathan’s vacant stare at the wall behind the service bot, Jonathan’s attention returns to reality and redirects to said bot.“Um, c-could you hold some of it for a few minutes once I’m done paying? I-I won’t take long… Like, five minutes?” Before fidgety Jonathan even finishes asking his question, the bot is already nodding.“Certainly. Do you wish to use a private scanning kiosk to complete your order?”‘I’m surprised it’s even an
Jonathan, however, doesn’t hear the utterance of recognition. Unaware, he continues his quest for a coffee maker.A short time later, Jonathan stands--while quietly grumbling--before a row of two-in-one coffee/espresso machines.Behind him is a sea of drip coffee machines, with cold press equipment further off to the side. Alongside the arrangement of two-in-ones sits a selection of espresso machines, both automatic and semi-automatic.‘How are there so many!? What even are the differences? Wait, no, don’t answer that. The technical details will probably just be even more confusing.’[Understood.]Although Jonathan notices movement in his peripheral vision, he doesn’t outwardly react to the recent arrival at the end of the aisle. Instead, he pulls out one of the two-in-one machines set at eye level, rotating it so he can read the back of the box.“Ah! Don’t get one of those! That entire line is overpriced trash,” the newcomer blurts out, muffled by the layers of carbon-filter fabric f
After the harrowing--see also; totally normal--experience of getting his hair professionally cut, Jonathan blinks a few times as he looks himself over in the mirror. ‘Oh, wow. That’s way better.’ He’s now sporting a long-top, backswept, tapered hairstyle with a rounded back. Given how clearly tense he was throughout the entire cutting process, a trendy skin fade would have fairly obviously been too much for his liking. After giving Jonathan a few moments to make his mental evaluations, one of the hairdresser’s dreadlocks uses a soft-bristle brush to clear away the loose hair clippings around the collar of the barber cape. A few other coils of his hair organize the various tools he used, setting them aside for cleaning. Meanwhile, he quickly sweeps aside the bulk of the rogue tufts of hair on the ground in a much more conventional hands-on-broom method as he uses the mirror to make eye contact with Jonathan again. “Lookin’ good, mon. Well? Whaddya tink?” His question pulls Jonath
Once Jonathan is finally en route to the hairdresser...[Safe distance from Mikah’s power detected. Alert; you have exceeded 10 GDV. You have one enhancement available.]‘Oh! Um, you said before that rank three vision should be good enough to see through Maria’s powers, right?’[Correct, rank three should be sufficient as long as her target is in motion. Rank four would be necessary to see anything stationary, given the current strength of her powers. Please be aware that going beyond rank three for any individual enhancement has additional requirements.]‘Three should be good enough to avoid most of her pranks... Use my upgrade on vision.’[Please confirm that you would like rank two vision.]‘Yeah.’[Understood. Please close your eyes during calibrations to avoid nausea.]Jonathan slows from running at enhanced speed into a normal-paced jog for a few steps, then stops and shuts his eyes.[Bzzt... Calibrations complete.]He opens his eyes and looks around, blinking several times.‘Wo
The duo’s fiery funnel further forces the growing multi-car pile-up towards the middle of the street for a few seconds longer. Finally, the flames falter and fade. After a short delay, the wind wanes as well.‘Oh, I shouldn’t give them any extra reasons to think I’m a threat.’Jonathan swiftly shuts and pockets his switchblade as he follows the sidewalk. While doing so, his attention flicks between the ongoing chaos in the street and the front door of Howling Cartographer’s HQ lobby.Ashley steps through the door with Jason right behind her. They both take a moment to appreciate their destructive handiwork with smug expressions. Considering that Jonathan is conspicuously the only person still in the immediate vicinity, they quickly focus on him.Before either of them manage anything beyond a glare, Jonathan raises both hands in a submissive gesture, showing that he isn't wielding a weapon. "I-I just wanted his gun!"Ashley's exposed eye squints with amusement, the not hair-hidden cor