Mecha System: Harem in The Cockpit

My heart thundered in my ears. My breaths came quick and ragged.  What the hell had happened to me? What the hell had I become? Metal fingers slid across metal skin, screeching against one another but leaving no marks.  I had been turned into some kind of mechanical monster. Some alien… thing… had absorbed my body and made me part of itself.  Was I going to be digested? Was this just the first stage in- “Oh, would you please shut up for five seconds?” a voice rang out in my mind, “Digest you?

I wasn’t sure what the suit did to keep me alive, and frankly, I probably wouldn’t have understood it even if I had the information.  All I knew was that, after the explosion, I was the only thing left standing.  The trees had been blasted away, leaving only scorched dirt and ripped up stumps where they had been before.  The grass had been completely incinerated.  In some places closer to the epicentre of the explosion chunks of the ground had been completely vaporised.  I turned my eyes further afield, the destruction was no longer limited to the park.  Gl

I staggered through my apartment into the kitchen and hobbled over to the sink, pausing for a moment to grab a glass from the cupboard.  One pint of water later and my mouth was feeling somewhat rehydrated, it wasn’t until the second that the feeling of sandpaper finally subsided.  An angry growl from my stomach reminded me that I still had to eat breakfast, which was weird considering I didn’t usually eat things in the morning.  In fact, the idea of eating things in the morning was usually something that made my stomach do sumersaults.  Something else was going on here.  “Explain yourself, AI,” I growled whi

I’d never liked running before I’d gotten my mecha suit.    In fact, before the strange biological changes that I’d experienced while in my two-day long hibernation, I’d never really liked doing much of any physical exercise.    For all the terrible things that had happened over the past hour, I was enjoying running now.    Each footstep was heavy on the ground, cracking the cement of the pavement, and yet it managed to launch me forward an insane amount at an insane speed.    Even crazier? The last time I’d run like this I hadn’t been able to control my movements at all. Everything moved too fast for me to keep track of it.    But

Okay, so I’d decided to become a superhero.  As far as things went, I had to admit that was a little bit ridiculous even by my standards. But still, I’d made the choice and now I was going to stick with it.  So, in my newfound career as a superhero what had, I decided to do?  Well, I’d decided to do what just about any superhero does at the beginning of their patrol, at least according to comic books and movies.  My armour was wrapped around me, and I was stood atop the Shard, the tallest building in the entirety of London and somehow seemingly one of the only buildings that hadn’t been affected in some way by the falling spacecraft that had been impacting around the world