Set down the main college road, almost equidistant from where Penelope had started wandering into Pei_10_PI was The End Zone. One of a thousand fairly identical college bars, overpriced and themed entirely around the local campus’s home team for good and for ill. Sports memorabilia made up most of the decorations, celebrating their consistent fifth place run in most brackets. It was a slow night, the bar itself barely alive.
Or so it had been.
The building shuddered, breathing in the influence corrupting it and the world around it. The patrons didn’t notice the walls shuddering, flexing outward and then inward as an unseen minimap exposed more and more twisting territory towards them. But they felt it.
Eyes briefly turning from the big screen showing replays of a game, dismissing the vibrations not as a reality warping quake but a big rig that must have just rumbled down the street faster than it should have. While unseen the foundation shuddered and sank, the buildings beside them rising up and twisting into a concrete ceiling.
When they turned back towards the screen it glitched, the football game changing, random Asian characters moving along the bottom in between nonsensical statements about Cyber Crashout in Tunnel 12 and ONI-TECH stock up 12.1. The screens image pixelated, seeming to repeat a scene of a now larger, bulkier, and spikier player with what looked like metal hooves crashing into another on the field. Before changing to a spinning logo of a metal skull in a helmet, the words Cyber-Grid appearing below.
“Hey, change the channel Alex,” said one man at the bar. The bartender rolled her eyes, grabbing the controller even as it swelled into something stupidly blocky and retro, a long cord attaching it to the wall. She clicked button down, the screen changing to the news, now showing woman done up like some kind of techno geisha with a rather large amount of cleavage showing.
“Thanks A-Lex,” he said, her altering name slipping out as the bar breathed in, expanding outward in every direction. More tables, more bar, the upper floor swelling into series of private rooms while one pool table turned into three. A truly stupendous enlargement, but befitting a map with some tactical options for cover and destructible terrain. The wall decorations had changed, team names shifting to things like Tek-Raiders and Nin-Jocks while various adverts for local grunge bands shifted into real-life hentai models, modded joy-toy looking singers posing before the camera and likely selling more than just music tracks on their cds.
Despite it all, the newly renamed A-Lex, Bit-Brit, Aim-Me, Ki-Vine, and Killy had yet to change in any outward way, stats undefined, roles unregistered, merely backdrops as the setting shifted. A-Lex walked by an Auto-shut gun, slightly more sway in her still flat hips as she put another beer down by Ki-Vine and his girl Aim-Me. Killy and Bit-Brit were still looking at their phones, distracting themselves from college papers now a world away even as their world bled into something new and different. All while a certain nearly six feet of synthetic sin waltz up closer and closer. The sign above the door popped and shined, twisting into The System:ClimaXXX as it came into view.
To Pei_10-PI and to Hannah…
***
“Wow, look at these turbo graphics!”
Hanna-chan’s voice remained mostly the same, though one would be able to pick up minor shifts in vocab and an infectious enthusiasm as her stream had continued. Her image in the lower corner was the most notable. Her hair had gone a shocking pink, her headphones now kitty-ear themed, with odd decals and stickers stuck to them. The longer the stream continued the less it looked like camera and more like she had a v-tuber model set up, though one that was oddly and unusually animated as the game continued.
“And these graphics,” she said, grin widening as she zoomed the screen down all the way, following Pei_10_PI’s strutting robo-booty as she moved towards the door to the seedy cyberpunk dive bar that was apparently the objective for this mission. So far the game had been kind of stupidly easy, but then tutorial missions were always like this.
“At least the T&A is getting eyes on this,” Hanna-chan thought, looking at her viewer count rise and stay risen. She’d never had so many eyes on her stuff before. Lots of folks in the chat also asking what game it was and where she’d gotten it from.
“Approaching the target area. Ready to… dive in commander.”
Her unit moved through the door, the screen zooming out as it displayed the interior of the System: ClimaXXX from an isometric perspective. An invisible ceiling and see through walls facing the street, letting Hanna-chan take in the entire area in one quick sweep and analysis. Her Cyber-Oiran’s own scouting abilities swiftly identifying the random unaligned civs as she approached the bar. An objective marker blinked above the bartender’s model as her unit made her way towards it.
A text window popped up, showing Pei_10_PI’s face as she spoke, the words typing beside it.
“Good evening. My mistress has sent me to acquire the package. I do hope it’s a ‘big’ one…”
***
“What?” A-Lex thought, turning towards the seductive timbre of the synthetic voice that had just spoke to her. Stumbling mid motion as her sneakers flexed, stopped, and stomped into oversized platform heels, snapping tight on swelling musculutre and ripped hex shaped nylons. Her skin tanned slightly, a bottle spray or a mishmash of changing ethnicity the source, while her thighs swelled as her model burst out of her past self. Tiny shiny black booty shorts smeared over her jeans as her midriff showed.
A cry of alarm stifled as her breasts popped out, left than right, round, big, and rather stupendously proportioned in a skinny ripped shirt that served as bra and top combined, nipples showing through the slim material as her outer shirt rewove itself into a synth-leather jacket, spikes and shoulder pads completing the ensemble. A choker clamped around her throat while her hair lengthened into a messier, dirtier, mane of black with neon green highlights. Studs popped out of her nose while her eyes and face seemed to take a step out of realism and towards a vaguely anime-esque appearance. Confusion gave way to perversely accepting recognition and then annoyance as she looked at the pimped-out joy-toy that was acting as her contact.
“Could you shut your dick hole about ‘packages’?” A-Lex growled out.
***
“Corpos got ears everywhere and I’m not eager to get flatlined because you weren’t programmed to be subtle.”
“Pei_10_PI was programmed to be subtle… when she wants to be. But you don’t look like a girl that likes the soft touch.”
Pei_10_PI leaned over the bar as she spoke, model quite close to the bartender A-Lex while Hannah looked from one dialogue box to the other.
“Whatever. I don’t need to get my rocks off with a walking cock-socket like you. Here’s the reg chip.”
A-Lex tossed something up and over the bar, were Pei_10_PI snatched it out of the air. Stepping back, she inserted the object into a slot in her head, shivering for a moment before going through an exaggerated motions of hips and tit swaying victory.
“Mmmmh… yeah, access granted mistress.”
EX-HORNET QUEEN AQUIRED!
“Huh, so I guess this is how you get unit upgrades? Neat system, probably means there’s lots of options for customization later. But how does combat work.”
As if to answer Hanna-chan’s questions sirens blared from outside the bar. A new textbox showed up, without a character model emoting.
“Attention! This area is undergoing lockdown because of unusual bio-mech sightings. Remain in place until a security detail can assist. Estimated time to assistance… 5205 minutes.”
“Shit! Just what I need after wiping all the blood off the floor from the last time this happened,” A-Lex said moving towards the back of the bar and out of sight.
While Pei_10_PI went through another erotic animation, hips cocked and hand on one while the glowing gel feature of her sexbot chassis sloshed about with as much stimulating motion as the jumbo-sized techno tits above.
“Don’t worry your silly little head about that… we’ll handle it. Won’t we my mistress?”
Unlocking [Seduction/Recruit].
Unlocking [Squad Command].
“Huh?” Hanna-chan said, looking at the new options that had come up on her Cyber-Oiran. Showing grayed out options as well as highlighting the remaining bar patrons as possible ‘recruits’. Only for a helpful tool tip to display a moment later.
“While only general scout unit in its base class, even a mere Cyber-Oiran can function as a unit commander in a pinch. Recruitment of generic civs will fill out the other slots of a unit, while higher level classes can command more at a time or more powerful sub-units in each squad. Your Pei_10_PI can command two units while acting as a commander. Pick two and see how it works commander!”
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