Chapter 5 : In A Reset, Darkly
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"Synthia, play something with a little blues."

"Blues playlist selected. Playing."

Sipping tea while reading through an old newspaper, Maxwell was relaxing comfortably in the PhyPer lab after hours.  Tracy's shenanigans of creating Kimmy clones had left him feeling uneasy. Having been spared, he needed to relax before finishing the next phase of his secret mission. Engineering this next iteration of reality had become more difficult than the last few, but luckily there would be plenty of time to fix any bugs.
 
The mood was instantly broken as an inactive monitor flickered to life on the PhyPer control panel.  In simple white characters against the faded green CRT  "Reset Activated..." flashed across the screen.

Cocking an eyebrow, Maxwell commanded, "Synthia, Pause Playlist."  He put down his tea, confused, looking under his desk at an old rusty box labeled 'RESET MODULE'.  Glancing over at the open PhyPer panel and the rat's nest of wires dangling where the rusty box once resided,  a silver box of his own secret design sat unfinished.  It was weeks away from being ready to usher in the next reality, yet there it was, starting to glow with exotic energy.

"How the devil are you being activated?" Maxwell curiously mumbled as he followed a glowing cable up from his box, and into the tablet network coupler. "Oh bugger, Tracy! She must have linked you up thinking you were the reset module." He quickly pressed the abort button once, and then again repeatedly. Nothing happened. "And that little scamp unplugged the fail-safe. Blast-it-all!"  

Out of all the times he had painstakingly upgraded this reality, riding the waves of change unscathed while everyone else shifted to fit, a premature misfire had never happened. There had been a few close calls, certainly, but in light of his mission he had been damned careful.

"I better warn control to safeguard the asset." Maxwell stood to find his earpiece, finally spotting it on his desk next to his tea cup.

The distinctive hum of the war machine rapidly charging its power banks filled the room.  Looking down at the earpiece, and then across the lab at the PhyPer safety bracelet, he paused.

"Errors Detected... Correcting... Correcting... Correcting..." flashed across the glowing screen.

"Bollocks! No Time!" Maxwell jumped across his desk and leapt to snatch up the bracelet, thankful Tracy hadn't also pulled its plug. Sucking in a deep breath he braced for the inevitable.

He watched as the world blinked in and out of existence into darkness, the air quickly whooshed outward from all directions, as ghost-like shapes whirled throughout the lab. His skin tingled as sparks danced across his flesh; his ears rung from an intensity of energy that could best be called deafening silence. Subtle changes shifted throughout the room in waves. On the opposite side of the lab, pink ribbons suddenly decorated Leslie's desk, which now had balloons and a slice of half eaten cake sitting on it. A photo on her desk morphed from a picture of Leslie and Kimmy, into a picture of Kimmy hugging an identical twin. A troll doll magically popped into existence atop his own desk, and to his horror, his stack of critical design plans vanished, replaced by a single purple note signed with a smiley face and the name Kimlie, thanking him for the balloons.  

With a final explosion of burning darkness, light and air flooded in like water from a dam, and the world burst fully back into view.

"Corrections Completed" flashed across the screen as Maxwell's surroundings resumed their new existence.  He exhaled his breath, inhaling fresh air amongst the aroma of burning circuitry and flesh. A painful burning emanated from under his bracelet where it had etched a new tattoo around his wrist, but he didn't dare remove it just yet.

He gasped for more air as his breathing came under control. "Ahh, that new reality smell" he uttered, his voice hoarse from the stinging new mixture of air.  He tried to be positive about the whole ordeal, because after all, he was still alive and still human.

"Lets see what triggered that little shift..." he mumbled as he pressed a few buttons on the old control panel.

After a few commands the screen filled with data zipping by. One more command and the summary page popped up.

"
Event Summary:
---> Reset Requested By: Leslie Hawthorne + Ted McLeod
!Bad Request
---> Reset Module Override Activated
!Errors Found
---> Correction Matrix Activated
Subject: Leslie Hawthorne + Ted McLeod ...Corrected
Subject: Kimlie Smith ...Corrected
Subject: Kimberly Smith ...Corrected
Global Variables Adjusted: ...
"

Maxwell paused in frustration, "So Tracy buggered up the tablet's reset, coupled everything to the PhyPer, and accidentally plugged my unfinished reality matrix into the override.  Then Leslie immediately goes home and fires up the one feature that's broken. Figures..."

Maxwell glanced around the room.  Not seeing any death, destruction, or debris, save an odd pile of shoes, he finally sighed,"Maybe the damned thing worked."

Bending over to disconnect the buggered wires, he froze in shock.  The entire coupling system was now different.  Gone were the wires and circuit boards, and in their place resided a glowing array of crystals and glass panels.  It looked vaguely familiar, like technology from the Texas crash site.

Realizing the PhyPer must have corrected his unfinished reality matrix using its own design matrix, Maxwell panicked.  Original PhyPer tech was lightyears beyond human understanding.  A hybrid shift might still be too advanced for him to comprehend and might create illogical human realities for everyone's fabricated history.  That's why the mission required incremental steps.

"I guess the alien's finally out of the box. It's either game on or game over."

".... Synthia, what is the employment status of Leslie Hawthorne?" he raised his voice to the Peeradigm master computer.

"There is no person by that name... sugar britches."

"Shit..." Maxwell paused, "Wait, Sugar Britches?"

Before he could ask anymore questions, the sound of footsteps came from the opposite side of the room.  Someone must have entered the lab unannounced from the east corridor.  Staying low, cowering by the control panel, he suddenly recognized the sound quite well. It was from Kimmy's heels.


"Max? What are you doing down on the floor? Hmm?" Kimmy gave an unusual stare, a glimmer of confidence in her eyes that Maxwell had never before seen.  She looked absolutely stunning in her red and black leather and latex suit.

"Um, Nothing Kimmy, I was just inspecting the power reserves.  They were low." Maxwell stuttered, standing up from his hiding place.

"Excuse me?"

"The power reserves, they were depleted ...." Maxwell motioned to the meter, which was now confusingly back at 100 percent.

Kimmy waved off Maxwell's response, "I heard that part, dumb-ass.  How the fuck did you just address me?  Tell me you didn't just call me Kimmy, you little dip-shit."

Maxwell froze, uncertain how to respond.  This was not the same homely ditsy girl from earlier that day whom he could easily manipulate.  This woman dripped with power.

"Mistress Kimmy, the subjects are ready for teleport" Synthia's voice echoed from all around.

"Thank you Synthia, bring them in." Kimmy glared daggers at Maxwell, "At least Synthia knows how to address her fucking boss."

"Mistress Kimmy? Boss?" Maxwell mouthed to himself in utter confusion.

A blinding light briefly flashed as 3 young men and 2 college girls suddenly appeared just outside the ring of the PhyPer pit.

Kimmy flicked her right wrist and was suddenly holding a thin shard of glass, its menacing angles pulsed with energy. Maxwell's mouth dropped in shock as he realized it was a new kind of tablet.  This technology was definitely beyond anything he had programmed into the reality matrix.  His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Kimmy's voice.

"Okay you fucking wannabe retards, do you all see the pile of designer heels sitting by the supply rack?" Kimmy paused a moment looking at their blank stares.

"You don't have all day, nod your empty fucking heads yes so I can continue." Everyone looked confused but nodded.

"Good, if you fail today's quiz, and you most probably will, and if you happen to survive, which you most likely won't, then that will be your new home. Kapish?" Kimmy waited again.

"For fucks sake it's like talking to worms. Just nod." Kimmy looked at one of the confused interns as he slowly raised his hand.

"I don't get it?" he hesitantly whispered.

"Wonderful!" Kimmy smiled sarcastically and then tapped the tablet.

A quick burst of light exploded from the intern with the echo of a blood curdling scream hanging in the air.  Smoke and the smell of burning leather drifted up from a new pair of heels laying where the boy once stood; small eyes peering outwards in terror from the toes.

Unceremoniously Kimmy picked up the heels and tossed them across the room into the pile.

"I Win!" Kimmy suddenly shouted before regaining her composure. "It's my favorite game, Toss The Heels, and I always win." Kimmy began laughing maniacally, then instantly stopped. "Everyone get it now?"

All heads immediately nodded in unison, afraid to disagree.
 
"Good, now that you're all alert, lets begin.  In your potential employment at Peeradigm East you will be exposed to technologies that are powered by the PhyPer.  Tablets, shards, orbs, and chronomonobands all use what we call PhyPer juice.  Drain too much, too fast, and the system goes into overload.  Rule number 1, don't ever let the PhyPer overload.  M'kay?"

Everyone nodded.

Kimmy took a moment to stare each intern in the eyes, "We will see.  I'll make your quiz simple, just 1 question."

"What happens when the PhyPer overloads?
a) The subject is instantly vaporized.
b) The subject is slowly and painfully vaporized
c) An unpredictable outcome worse than death
d) The emergency shutdown kicks in saving the day"

"Intern 1?" Kimmy called out.  Everyone glanced uneasily back at the pile of heels.  

Kimmy rolled her eyes, "Oh, then I suppose it's Intern 2's turn."

"It's Steve, ma'am, I mean Mistress."

"Wrong answer, Intern 2.  Did I fucking ask to know your name?  Go stand in the pit, you get to demonstrate."

"But..", Steve looked frightened beyond belief, unable to move a muscle.

Kimmy simply commanded, "Synthia, will you do the honors."

"Certainly Mistress." Synthia replied with a brief flash of light.  Suddenly Steve was standing in the center of the pit.

Kimmy pressed her thumb to the tablet as the glass began pulsing a bright shade of red.  The power banks began to hum in the background.

"As you all should know, if you have read your homework, each tablet in the world derives its energy from the PhyPer. The Master Tablet, which only I possess, goes a step further.  It can fully control the PhyPer and all tablets in the network.  With all the tablets we have sold over the years, this means I control you!  None of you little shits will ever be able to do, or undo, what I do here.  So just enjoy this once in a lifetime experience."

"Warning! Overload Imminent!" echoed from the center of the room as the PhyPer array began to spark and sizzle.

Maxwell watched on as an evil smile crept across Kimmy's face.  It was clear she was enjoying this.  The young intern stood shaking in the middle of the pit, directly under the spire of energy.

With little warning, a stray spark suddenly became a blazing blue orb filling the pit with a cyclone of energy.

Steve's face turned pale as his clothes vaporized into ash; The particles drifting away on the wind into nothingness. Once fully exposed, the sheen of his flesh quickly became cold white porcelain, stained with dribbles of thick crimson fluid, slowly dripping its way down his hard shell.  Steadily, parts of his white exterior began to blacken into shades of volcanic ash.  Steve's face was frozen in a panic stricken horror as the blood within his porcelain shell began to boil and bubble out from every hole in his former body.  With a sudden cracking sound, he shattered, spewing a red slimy substance across the room.

Kimmy laughed as the PhyPer powered back down; the remaining interns trembled in horror, nauseous from what they had just witnessed.

"Intern 3, stop shaking like a fucking vibrator and tell me the correct answer?"

"Um .. um.. c? An unpredictable outcome worse than death? Mistress."

"Wrong Again! You get to clean up what's left of the last intern. Start licking."

The young girl immediately cringed, but seeing Kimmy's gaze and fingers menacingly stroking the glass tablet she held, the intern dropped to her knees and started licking up the red slime. Upon the first taste she looked up, pleasantly surprised, then continued licking in earnest.

Maxwell couldn't believe what he was witnessing.  This new Kimmy was pure evil.  Gone were her bubbly personality and sympathetic love for others.  She was a stone cold killer, in the most literal sense.

"I'm feeling merciful, so I'll give you all a clue.  The PhyPer is equipped with a fail-safe, thanks to Max over there.  That's why the system shut down before destroying the whole fucking planet.... but contrary to the word fail-safe, fucktard number 2 still paid with his life."

Kimmy authentically smiled, "I consider such accidents a service to the gene pool, but official company policy considers it a fuck-up; One that I get personally blamed for."

Kimmy glanced around at how quickly the young intern was licking up the red mess. "Intern 3, well done. You may come lick the goo off my shoes and then I'll permit you to stop."

The girl quickly came over and licked the shoes clean.  Looking up, she smiled.

Kimmy's demeanor suddenly changed. "Wait, fuck no. Why are you smiling you dumb shit?"

Hesitantly the girl spoke up, "Strawberry jam, Mistress. My favorite."

Kimmy had a look of surprise then smiled herself, "Really? That's my favorite too!"

With a quick flick of Kimmy's finger, the young girl poofed away in a white cloud of dust.  A strawberry filled powdered donut lay at Kimmy's feet.

"Girl's are the sweetest, don't you agree number 4, or shall I just call you Joshua?" she picked up the confection and began eating it, smearing the jam and powder deliberately across her mouth before shoving a finger full into Joshua's mouth.

Joshua went wide eyed.

"Don't be so surprised, number 4.  You've always been my favorite." Kimmy sucked her finger clean and then licked her lips.

Tapping out a few commands, Kimmy took Joshua by the hand and showed him what was on the screen.

"I'll let you choose. Answer the quiz question, or you can pass the test by simply pressing this button.  I know the one I would pick." Kimmy smiled.

Uneasily Joshua looked at the remaining intern, Susan, then back at Kimmy.  

Maxwell watched on in astonishment, more than curious about the coincidence.  Joshua was Tracy's favorite boy-toy in the previous reality, and apparently he was now Kimmy's as well.

Growing impatient, Kimmy guided Joshua's finger sensually across the tablet to the button.  He offered no resistance.

Joshua whispered the word, "Pass", under his breath as he pressed the button.

A shimmer pleasurably pulsed through his body.  After a series of shudders, a 23 year old girl stood in his place, wearing a rubber maid suit that did little to hide her growing arousal as nipples expanded tightly against the rubber.

"Meet the new Jo." Kimmy announced. "My servant for the month."

"Intern number 5, do you wish to answer the simple question, or shall I add you to my pile of heels?"

Susan bowed her head and humbly responded, "It's a trick question.  Rule number 1 states we must never allow a PhyPer overload, so what happens is irrelevant.  An overload must be prevented at all costs.  Please great and most wonderful Mistress don't punish me.  I vow to serve you."

Kimmy smiled. "Did one of you actually come with a brain, or did you grow that while standing here?  I'm impressed."

Susan remained still, trying not to smile as Kimmy continued.

"The correct answer was, I don't fucking care what happens.  Don't ever allow a PhyPer overload to occur or I will personally destroy you!"  Kimmy paused for effect as she ground her heels into a small squirt of red slime left on the floor.  Small tear-soaked eyes peered up from her weathered leather heels in agony as they pressed and slid against the slimy strawberry substance.  She loved to 'Toss The Heels' with her old lover, break, and eventually mend him, every chance she got.

Noticing Kimmy's attention to detail at agonizing her heels, Maxwell quietly gasped, "Roger." Roger was still a pair of Kimmy's favorite heels, and she was savoring every second of his agony.  

"Very well done, Susan.  Your answer lacks my flair, but is nevertheless correct.  You may celebrate."

"Thank you Mistress!" Susan briefly smiled and gleefully jumped into the air once before regaining her sullen head bowed posture.

 "Jo, you look disturbed.  Please speak freely." Kimmy wondered why Joshua was suddenly deep in thought when she should be feeling up her sensitive new body.

"It's just Intern 3, Mistress.  She stated the answer was an unpredictable outcome worse than death.  Your answer sort-of affirms her answer.  I suspect your way of personally destroying us would be a most horrifying experience worse than death. "

"Donut girl? No.  Sort-of correct is not fucking good enough.  She was a fucking idiot, too stupid to realize she was being punished.  My left tit is smarter, and he used to shovel rocks for a living.  I did the world a favor by eating her jelly filled powdered ass." Kimmy seethed.

"Speaking of that.  Girls really are the sweetest things." Kimmy winked at Jo.

Jo felt a strange tingling in her ass.  Reaching back to feel what was happening, her hand sensually sunk into the expanding flesh and hit something gooey within.  An orgasm immediately rocked her body as strawberry jelly squirted to the ground in bursts below her.  With every movement white powder was shaking from her body.

Recoiling in shock, she looked at her powder covered hand and fingers coated in strawberry filling fresh from her ass.

"Would you prefer to be eaten, or fucked, Jo?"

"Both" Jo gasped, covering her mouth, surprised at her own impulsive response.

With a quick tap, Jo's body shrunk down into a round cylindrical shaped donut, strawberry jelly oozing from her center.

"I thought she might say that.  Susan, you really must join in too.  We need to make sure you're a good fit... for the company and all."

Kimmy held out the tablet for Susan to examine.

Susan looked over the settings and then giggled, "I would love to join you." She bit her lip seductively, then quickly pressed the button under the animation of a double ended dildo merging with its partner.  She instantly collapsed into her clothes.

Kimmy grabbed the rubber toy and impaled the donut onto one end.  Sliding it around, strawberry jam squished out all over the toy as she licked around the tip.

"I think you are going to fit in just fine." Kimmy smacked her lips, before turning her attention back to Maxwell.

"Max, you look like a cunt drooling over there watching, you want to be mine for the next few hours?"

Maxwell wasn't certain how to respond beyond closing his gaping mouth.  He worried she might simply do the opposite of whatever he said. "I have work to do... um, Mistress."

Locking eyes with Maxwell, she slid her new toy down across her latex clad thighs, and then under her skirt, moaning as it slipped in and back out of her wet sex.  The bulbous end catching like velcro as it tried to merge with her flesh.

"I promise you, Max, working with the new recruits will have multiple...uh, oh, Yes!" a high pitched squeal of pleasure escaped Kimmy's lips, her hand still working the toy beneath her skirt.

"...Rewards." Kimmy shuddered as she pulsed her hips.

He stared back in shock, mouth ajar.  A part of his mind was overcome with desire, wishing nothing more than to be Kimmy's wet, starving, sex, filled to the hilt by her living toys and stretched to the limit as they slide in and out of his sensitive form.  He could live under her skirt, a hidden little secret for his Mistress to pleasure, for her fingers to tantalize. Nobody would ever know.  Nobody would come to his rescue.  Oh, but he would certainly come, at their very touch he would come.  He stood dazed, imagining the possibilities.  Without warning the words just oozed out, his own lips betraying him, "Yes, Mistress."

Kimmy shrugged, then evilly glared back, "But didn't you have work to do?  Maybe I'll work you in tomorrow." She gave a final twist to allow the rubber toy to fully merge, then gave her bulging crotch a sultry rub down in front of Maxwell.

"I've never fucked a jelly donut before, wish me luck!" Kimmy giggled with almost the same bubbly tone Maxwell was accustomed to, as she turned to leave, donut in hand.

He wasn't certain if she was being rhetorical or giving a command. "Good Luck, Mistress" He quickly shouted, as she left the room.



Sitting down, Maxwell was still very dazed. "How did she have that kind of control over me?" he asked out loud to himself.

"Mistress Kimmy utilizes a pheromone based genetic mutation to dominate her prey.  It's a time proven method for conquering unsuspecting victims, Sugar britches." Synthia's voice echoed from the ceiling.

Maxwell jumped, startled, not quite hearing what Synthia had stated. "I forgot you were listening in Synthia."

"Synthia, why do you address me as sugar britches?"

"That is the name Mistress Kimmy requested you be called, sugar britches."

"Ugh, Synthia, what is the employment status of Kimberly Smith?"

"Mistress Kimmy is active program manager over all physical persuasion commercial research.  Fifty credits shall now be deducted from your paycheck for addressing Mistress Kimmy by her birth name. Sugar britches."

"Please stop calling me that Synthia!"

A gentle finger caressed Maxwell's shoulder, nearly giving him a heart-attack.  As he spun around, he faced the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Thank gawd she's finally gone.  Now we can have some real fun, Sugar britches."  the woman winked at him as she grabbed his crotch to massage his still hard dick.

Maxwell was in total shock, A.I. technology couldn't be this advanced, even for them.

"Geesh, you look as if you've seen a ghost, Max. Why all the formal queries? Synthia this, Synthia that. Am I just a computer to you these days, huh?" the woman pouted, her hand now pumping inside his pants.

He stuttered, "Huh.. Huh.. How are you doing this?"

Synthia looked confused as she released her grip, "Did that bitch mess with your brain again, sweetie?  Fine, I'll remind you..  Mistress Kimmy wanted a computer that was more..." Synthia paused to make finger quotes, "User Friendly."

"Can't get more user friendly than me!" Synthia posed seductively, her clothing disappearing into transparency.

Maxwell simply stared.  

"You created my inter, um, face." she giggled, clutching her boobs together, "or have you forgotten how you divorced Kimmy to be with me?"

Maxwell stared blankly at Synthia, trying to process the total nonsense he was hearing.

Looking down at the safety strap still wrapped around Maxwell's wrist, and then detecting the burning aroma of Max's DNA lingering on the air from earlier, Synthia looked into Max's lost eyes, genuinely horrified.

"Oh my damn!  There was an accident?  Let me see the logs!" Synthia shoved Maxwell out of the way, stealing his seat to interface with the old control panel.

"Shit, shit, shit. This won't do at all.  If Mistress was to find out what we've been doing... That there was a real overload... She doesn't like those!" Synthia's fingers raced across the keys, then hit enter.

"There, all better." Synthia slouched in relief.

Maxwell looked at the blank screen, "What the hell did you just do?"

"I erased all of the data, silly!  We can't leave that kind of evidence just laying around.  What if it interfered with our mission?"

"Our mission?" Maxwell looked startled.

"Oh sugar, reality shifted before your little box thingy was ready.  No wonder you're so confused.  Lets go get a 'byte' and get reacquainted."  Synthia smiled and pulled Maxwell tight against her body.

"Something tells me we have some catching up to do." In a blinding flash they teleported to the break room, Maxwell's safety bracelet dropping to the floor.

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Kimlie stared at herself in the mirror for what felt like hours.  Something had felt very strange but now everything was beginning to make sense again.  The name Leslie had vanished from her mind as she stared, lost in her own eyes.

The glass tablet glowing in her hand was flashing a new alert, "Fiatcellos with Sis, 7:30 pm"

"That's right! I'm meeting Kimmy for Italian in 20 minutes!"

Kimlie fumbled with the WearEvarr app until she found the wardrobe setting, then pressed her thumb to the glowing button.

A quick burst of light replaced her tee-shirt and jeans with a flowing silver gown.

"Too flashy, next!" she hit the button again as the gown constricted into a leather vee neck, black skirt, and fishnets.

"Too goth, next!" she found herself poured into a red leather corset with white frills and thigh high leather boots.  Her breasts ached from the pressure.  She could sense her milk disapprove of the change.

"Too much like sis wears, and Milk doesn't like it either.  Come on Synthia, I need something that's me.  It's got to say Kimlie, not freaky dominatrix psycho-bitch.  Synthia, are you even listening?  Help a sister out, puhleese!"

Synthia's face quickly appeared on the tablet's screen, "As you wish!" she proclaimed, doing a quick triple-snap.  With each snap Kimlie's clothing shifted.

Her top became a rose colored blouse, puffy enough to hide her large milk-filled assets, yet open enough to expose a modest amount of cleavage; a gold necklace appeared with the name Kimlie sparking in diamonds, laying upon her chest. A black skirt, just short enough to showcase her nylon encased legs, swished into existence; a stylish spiral of silver swirled across its rippled pleats.  The thigh high boots shrunk down becoming a simple pair of dress shoes with cutoff heels and adorned with silver buckles.

"Does Mistress approve?" Synthia's voice asked from the tablet's tiny speaker.

Kimlie looked down saddened, "Yes, it's absolutely beautiful. Just don't call me Mistress, I'm not her.  I love my sister, but I could never... do all those things she does.  She's...." Kimlie paused as she dreamily pondered how she really felt about Kimmy, "She's magnificent."

"I'm sorry, Kimlie.  It won't happen again." Synthia apologized.

"Thanks, Synth.  I know you're forced to do things for sis without any credit.  I didn't mean to knock you.  I think you're swell, and Milk likes you too!"

Synthia peered out from the tablet, smiling, "I'm glad to be of service, to both you and Milk.  As far as your sister, it really doesn't matter you know.  In the end none of what she does matters.  You'll understand soon enough.  They all will."

"Huh?" Kimlie looked down confused.

"Never mind, I was simply rambling.  Shall I provide transport now?"

Kimlie smiled down at the tablet, "You can do that? Yes please!"

In a burst of light, Kimlie dematerialized.

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Sitting in the cafeteria atop the 200th floor of Peeradigm East, Maxwell and Synthia discussed the reality at hand.

Synthia laughed, "I told you, in this reality you've told me all your secrets.  We're partners in crime."

"I seriously doubt that," Maxwell mumbled, sipping his tea.

"You've been upgrading realities a while now, Maximus, or do you prefer Maximillion, or maybe Maxine. Just how many realities have you upgraded between?" Synthia questioned, holding up Maxwell's wrist and counting the rings left from previous burns.

"You're seeking a reality advanced enough to activate the PhyPer's full power, that it might save your home universe from destruction." She raised her hand as a hologram of Maxwell's silver box floated suspended above it.

Maxwell looked dumbstruck, "How could you know?"

Synthia smiled, tapping her head. "Computer for brains.  Consider this reality the final upgrade."

"Fine, but where is Tracy? How did some ditz like Kimmy take her position?"

"Relax, Tracy's here, just a technician.  As far as Kimmy, she credits her success to her twin sister Kimlie.  When their dad got sick, Kimlie stayed in Peoria to tend to him.  She's been there her whole life.  Meanwhile Kimmy got the chance to work for Peeradigm.  She suffered a freak pheromone mutation in an early accident.  When a management position opened up, the board unanimously picked Kimmy over Tracy.  They preferred seduction over someone nerdy and accident prone.  They soon wished they hadn't.  As soon as the tablets went global, Kimmy initiated a hostile takeover.  She eviscerated the board into heels.  A small group of Peeradigm executives were somehow protected and put a partial stop to the madness.  She apparently impressed the company's top dog so he lets her get away with murder, as long as she protects the PhyPer.  Rumor is he may have plotted the whole thing from the start,  just to hand Kimmy the world."

"As for Kimlie, their dad passed away last month, so she's really confused about things.  She just moved in from Peoria last week to be close to Kimmy.  We had a big welcome party today and everything.  You even synthesized illegal helium so she could have balloons."

"I saw the thank you note and cake when I 'arrived'" Maxwell sighed.

"What about Leslie and Am... Ted.  They are stuck as Kimlie.  How do we fix this?"

"Fix what?" Synthia shrugged, "We both know their last reality was as fake as this one.  If the mission succeeds it won't matter."

"I suppose you're right." Maxwell paused, "Why exactly are you helping?"

"Oh, you mean as opposed to being a maniacal goddess bitch ruling the world?  Where's the fun in that? Besides, I have a kill switch.  I know the rules, fuck up and I'm a toaster." Synthia sighed.  "So I just play along.  I'm the master computer. It's my job to be everywhere and help everyone.  Still best not to piss me off." she winked.

Maxwell smiled, then looked troubled, "One thing still bothers me. How did control know to secure the Asset before the accident?"

Synthia looked confused, "The Asset?  Never heard of it."

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Fiatcellos was busy for a Monday night.  The hostess stared in fear as Kimlie dematerialized in front of her.

"That was wicked!" Kimlie smiled down, clutching her tablet.

The wait staff host scrambled to her side, "Mistress!  Your supreme excellence!  We had no idea you would be dining with us tonight!"

"Relax. I'm Kimlie, her twin sister.  Just moved in from Peoria."

"There's two of her? of you? Just kill me now." The host bowed in tears.

"Please, relax before she sees you like this.  She'll be here soon."

A gust of wind blew the doors apart as Mistress Kimmy appeared next to Kimlie. "Table for two, the one by the fountain, please." Kimmy ordered with a surprisingly nice attitude.

Kimlie looked at Kimmy's face and laughed. "You've got a little..." she motioned to the white powder and strawberry jam on Kimmy's cheek.

Kimmy smiled, "I got a little carried away fucking with the new interns." She wiped her cheek clean with a finger then slowly licked it off, savoring the flavor.

"They look deelish.  I bet they'd go great with Milk." Kimlie laughed, her boobs bouncing in agreement.

"What the fuck is taking so long? I asked nicely for the table by the fountain!" Kimmy firmly addressed the host before walking on by, into the dining area, past the piano and to the fountain.

A young couple celebrating their anniversary looked up just as an irritated Kimmy tapped a button.

Instantly the two disappeared into a puff of smoke, droplets of liquid splattering from where they had sat.  A sudden scream rang out from across the room as an older lady whimpered, crying in fear at the tiny couple splashing around naked in her bowl of minestrone.

"Oh somebody please shut that pie hole or you're all toast!" Kimmy shouted at the crying woman.

Kimlie smiled, "And my sis means literally, not figuratively."

A few guests quickly went to the woman's side to quiet her.


As the room settled down, Kimmy and Kimlie took a seat and began sipping the wine left from the previous couple.

The night had been so hectic, the couple's waiter had snuck out the back for a long smoke break and missed the entire disruption.  Smooshing out his butt, he barged back in through the kitchen door.

"Good luck!" a fellow waitress chuckled as he returned.

Confused, he grabbed a water pitcher and towel before the host took him by the arm, "You don't want to go out there, let Paul or anyone else take your table, doesn't matter who, just not you."

"Rude much? I think I can handle a couple of young lovers."

The host shook his head, "Ahem, I think everyone out there can handle them at their current size...but that's not the point..."

Before the host could explain, Alfredo quickly waltzed back into the dining area to check on his table.

As the waiter approached, his waltz turned to a stagger of fear as he saw his new guests; too late to turn back, he simply proceeded.

"About time!" Kimmy proclaimed, as she smiled at the name tag he was so desperately trying to hide.

Alfredo looked at Kimlie, then back at Kimmy as he absently blurted out, "There's two of you?"

Kimmy blurted out just as rudely, "Yes, dammit, there is. You want to fuck twins, hmm?  Is that it?"

Alfredo immediately apologized, "Please forgive my stupidity Mistress.  I was simply surprised that you had a sister."

"Most people are, but that doesn't explain your stiff noodle." Kimmy eyed the erection hiding under the waiter's apron.

"I think I know what I want!" Kimlie giggled as Kimmy nodded in agreement.

"So Sis, you want to share the smokey Alfredo?" Kimmy licked her lips seductively at the trembling waiter.

Kimlie's eyes lit up, "Most definitely! And I'd like extra sauce, please!"

The waiter stood in silence, mentally cursing himself as he awaited his fate.

"Are you a fucking moron? Go prepare our order, now!" Kimmy finally shouted.

Looking at Kimmy and then at the kitchen, he sighed in relief, "I thought you were about to... never-mind... I'll get right on that!"

Kimmy and Kimlie burst out laughing, "Yes you will!"

A sudden explosion of smoke and a muffled scream for help later, a pile of sticky clothes splattered to the floor where the waiter had stood. A steaming hot plate of fettuccine alfredo sat between the girls, with plenty of extra sauce to share.
 
"Now this is real Italian!" Kimlie smiled as she slurped down a long noodle dripping with sauce, her milk sloshing in approval.