Waking from Dreams to Reality
Having fallen asleep within a dream, I awoke to reality and found myself lying inside an open device. Ah, just as I expected—once the modifications were complete, I would drift off and return. That said, my vision had become remarkably clear; I could even make out the fine seams in the ceiling. Michael, who had been watching me lie there with my eyes open, asked, “How is your condition?”
“Uh, seems fine.”
“Hmm? Try standing up first.”
I put strength into my body and rose. The movement felt incredibly light. Stepping out of the device, I looked down at myself and saw a body with porcelain-smooth skin, utterly flawless. The silver lines that had once marked my arms and legs were gone, and the differing skin tones that had looked like boundaries had unified. “We preserved as much of the original body’s characteristics as possible during the modifications, so there should be minimal sense of incongruity. Review the detailed modification log here.”
Michael handed me a small holographic PC and continued, “The modifications took considerable time, so today’s schedule has ended. Before we begin the next tasks, you mentioned wanting to play, so prepare yourself.”
“Yes.”
So that was it. It really had taken a long time. I answered obediently, following Michael’s instructions. After I had put the maid uniform back on, Michael led me from the basement to a room I had never seen before. “This will be Uriel’s room from now on. Perform your personal maintenance here.”
“Understood.”
With that, Michael left, as if her business here was finished. The room, complete with its own bathroom, was ordinary—if ordinary was the word. The closet was filled with maid uniforms, and there was a full-length mirror and a vanity. “Other than that, nothing.”
Yeah. It’s pretty barren.
“Huh?”
I looked around at the voice that had come from somewhere, but no one was there.
What are you doing? Let’s just check the modification log.
“Kyubey?”
Who else would it be? Uriel’s here too.
“So it wasn’t a delusion after all.”
I had half-wondered if it had all been a dream-induced fantasy, but apparently not. Suddenly my right arm moved on its own and flicked my forehead with a finger.
“Ow! What are you doing?”
How dare you call us a delusion. That’s too much.
“Sorry.”
Anyway, let’s inspect our new body first.
Soon the sensation spread from my arm to my entire body moving of its own accord. Kyubey, who had taken control, stripped off the entire maid uniform. I had the feeling that if I wanted to, I could reclaim control, but I simply let her do as she pleased.
The body reflected in the full-length mirror had lost all its tattoos and piercings. The eyes had been remade as well, yet they remained those same dead eyes—it was strange. If they were going to remake them anyway, why deliberately leave the dead eyes behind? While examining the body in the mirror, Kyubey exclaimed in admiration, “Oh my god, is this artificial skin? It’s so soft.”
It is artificial skin, but its functions surpass those of human skin. It heals itself, resists impact, and does not secrete waste such as sweat or dead skin, so it stays clean.
“Not sweating feels like a waste. Sex is better when you sweat.”
We can induce it artificially. Details are in the modification log.
“This thing, right?”
Kyubey pulled the holographic PC from her pocket, operated it, and brought up the modification log. Dozens of items lined up in sequence, dizzying to the eye. We began reading them one by one, starting from the first. Most were descriptions of each part of the prosthetic body; only a few concerned the original flesh.
Using high-performance muscle cells to improve and strengthen the artificial muscles. It was clearly a monster-based muscle-cell enhancement modification, so it must have helped.
Some inefficient skeletal structures were found and corrected. The rest of the improvements are also complete. I can’t really tell what changed.
“Reproductive organ function enhanced. An object containing unusual energy discovered in the uterine region. Stored for analysis. So that’s where my demon core went.”
It seemed they had chosen to retain anything they judged useful. Even a quick glance at the log showed that the full-body prosthesis was, as Uriel had said, an aggregate of extraordinary technology.
Fourteenth item from the top. Look at the neural adhesion of the parasitic organism.
“Fourteenth from the top. This one.”
The folded entry expanded to reveal that the parasitic tendril designated T-12 had adhered to the nervous system. Because it possessed a unique function, that function had been preserved. While replacing the body with a prosthetic, extensive design changes had been made to maintain the neural connection through the port at the back of the neck—the function that turned the target into a biological computer.
“Why keep this dangerous function?”
At least an opening-and-closing mechanism was added to protect the port at the back of the neck.
But is that creature called Tya still alive?
Oh no—I should have checked on her safety first. That was a mistake. Before I could speak, Kyubey called out first.
“Tya, Tya?”
Tya gave no answer. Was she really dead? The thought that the child I had cherished might have been harmed filled me with sorrow when Uriel spoke.
Read to the end. It says the separated T-12 has been stored alive.
Ah, thank goodness.
“Let’s look for her later. Along with my demon core.”
After locating Tya’s whereabouts, we read the remaining entries. We learned that the implant functions had been retained and that a transformation function had been added to improve the efficiency of repairs and inspections of the full-body prosthesis.
“What’s the transformation function?”
It uses a transformable frame so the interior can be easily inspected from the outside. The old fixed-frame design required complete disassembly even for simple checks, so this is a new model developed to address that inconvenience.
I don’t really understand just from the description.
Press the roof of your mouth while pushing up both sides under your jaw.
“Like this?”
Following Uriel’s instructions, Kyubey pressed the indicated points. The entire front of the face split into several sections, protruded, and literally opened. The silver-gleaming internal skeleton and the complex array of connected components were laid bare—a grotesque, shocking sight.
What is this?!
Front facial transformation. It was created especially for convenient repair and inspection of the face, which consists of delicate components.
“The fact that you can still speak in this state proves you’re not human.”
Aaaah! Don’t move!
Because she spoke, the disassembled face moved, becoming even more grotesque.
Close it again, quickly!
To close it, push the outer sections that opened to both sides inward while lifting the parted jaw area.
“Like this?”
When Kyubey followed the instructions, the opened sections closed smoothly and reassembled into the original face. The seams that had appeared during separation vanished as the artificial skin regenerated, restoring the face to its pristine state. Ugh, I never imagined something like that existed beneath this face. Kyubey touched the restored face and laughed with amusement.
“Wow, it’s like a transforming robot. Fun, isn’t it?”
The torso, limbs, arms, and legs can also transform. Would you like to try? Especially the torso, which contains many biological parts, will be particularly interesting.
“Oh? Then the uterus will show too?”
Yes. The uterine region has extra space in preparation for pregnancy, so it becomes especially visible during transformation.
That’s enough! Stop!
“Aww, but it’s fun.”
Disappointed by my refusal, Kyubey closed the holographic display of the modification log, set the device on the vanity, and said, “If we find the demon core and re-implant it in the uterus, we can return to being a succubus.”
Conversely, if we move the demon core to another full-body prosthesis, wouldn’t that prosthesis become a succubus?
Hmm, that seems possible. Now that all information about this body is registered in the main computer, it should be possible to create identical bodies.
Oh? Then we could make two more full-body prostheses and implant Kyubey and Uriel into them?
I’m not sure about that. The artificial-brain technology for transferring memories is still incomplete, and even if we transferred them, we couldn’t predict what side effects might occur.
“Considering Lyana’s case, it might be possible.”
Ah, that’s right. Lyana succeeded in transplanting into an artificial brain designed for androids.
After a brief silence, Uriel spoke in a tone of disbelief.
To think such a thing happened in Eden’s underworld. Surprising.
Honestly, I didn’t know if it would succeed.
At the time it had been little more than a gamble—taking a human’s memory data and turning it into an AI. “But do we really need an artificial brain? Couldn’t we just clone a brain from genetic information?”
It is possible, but ethical concerns have made further technological development taboo.
“Let’s set that aside when it comes to making our bodies.”
It isn’t merely a matter of the body. It is also unclear whether ego transfer is even possible. Our situation is unprecedented, so there is a risk that what occurs will be replication rather than ego transfer.
Right—Lyana had originally been an ego transfer achieved through replication. The original man was still alive, yet the result had become an entirely different existence. “Somewhere in the world there must be people conducting that kind of research. You don’t know everything, so let’s think about it later.”
Understood. And now I would like to conduct some checks myself.
The moment Uriel said that, control of the body passed to her. Kyubey’s playful expression instantly became expressionless. Uriel, her face as doll-like as the other archangels, clenched and opened her hands, then said, “So this is what it feels like to move a body directly.”
Ah, right—Uriel’s never done this before.
A newborn. A newborn.
Uriel ran around the room, touched various parts of the body, and savored the sensation of physical existence. Then, catching sight of the mirror, she suddenly said, “Elisha, are you all right with us controlling your body?”
That pervert likes it when other people control her body, so it’s fine.
Show some respect for people’s preferences.
No matter how much of a pervert I was, hearing it stated so plainly still felt unpleasant.
“Ah, I do see that tendency in the memories.”
See?
“Still, please be careful with remarks that could wound one another. Would you enjoy being called a nymphomaniac?”
Why would I be a nymphomaniac? I simply like sex and pleasure.
“That is precisely what it means.”
Uriel played with the body a while longer before releasing control. Once I confirmed the return of control, I began training to adapt to the new body. The current body had a different weight and a strange sense of incongruity, so an adjustment period was necessary. I spent the time repeating simple stretches and the various movements and exercises I had learned. Kyubey and Uriel, who had been interjecting occasional comments, eventually grew quiet, saying they were going to sleep—apparently bored by my endless training. My impression of testing the full-body prosthesis could be summed up in a single word: astonishment. No matter how much I moved, I never grew short of breath, and the light, supple body executed even difficult maneuvers without strain. With this body, I felt confident I could even defeat a god. In the end, I continued the adaptation training until the next morning.
As Michael had said, I finished preparations for the battle against God and headed for the training ground. Today marked the third day since I had entered to assassinate God. Before my comrades, who would assume I had failed, took other actions, I needed to settle matters or implement other measures.
At the training ground I saw God’s back as he lifted dumbbells that must have weighed several hundred kilograms. With my sharpened vision I could see the movement of his muscles, not a single drop of sweat falling. Sensing my presence, he turned and said, “Hmm. It looks well done from the outside. Strip.”
“Yes.”
I removed the maid uniform and underwear and stood before him. Likewise naked, he stood in front of me, smiled with satisfaction, and immediately threw a punch.
Wham!
I easily blocked the seemingly light punch with one hand. His smile deepened.
“Good. I might actually enjoy this.”
Oh my, look at that big cock. Delicious.
Blasphemy.
Kyubey’s lustful words were cut off by Uriel. The bout, which began without either of us donning training clothes, was far more intense than before. The longer it continued, the fiercer our contest of wills became—me targeting his neck and head, him gradually increasing his power and speed.
“You still prioritize vital points first! Yet you’ve come this far following me. How invigorating!”
“Tch.”
Crash!
I tried to slip inside his guard only to be sent flying by a body blow and slammed into the wall. The moment I was pushed back I leapt backward, absorbing almost none of the impact, then quickly rose to avoid a follow-up attack.
“You still haven’t learned to use your new body properly. You’re still focused on evading or deflecting. The body you received is a god’s body! Stop defending and attack with everything you have!”
There is no need to block or dodge as he says. That body is not meant for such things.
“Got it!”
“Good. Come!”
Instead of blocking the fist aimed at my chest, I advanced and drove my own fist into his head. At the instant his fist buried itself in my chest, my fist smashed into his face.
Thud!
We were both driven backward by the mutual impact, but before I could even check his condition I was overwhelmed by an intense sexual pleasure rising from the struck area of my chest. Hah, what? Why did I feel sexual pleasure from the place I was hit?
It is a function he created and applied to enjoy combat. You receive sexual pleasure proportional to the force of the impact you receive.
What kind of masochistic pervert function is that?
“Hah, haah.”
“Kuhaha! How is it? Feels good, doesn’t it? Let’s enjoy it together!”
Smack!
The moment my shoulder was struck I reflexively kicked, catching him in the side. My mind went blank from the pleasure exploding again in my shoulder. Ah, I’m going to come.
It’s coming again! Focus!
Blocking the fist aimed at my abdomen with my forearm, I gathered strength throughout my body and shoved him away. Contrary to his size he yielded easily, then watched me gasping in pleasure without approaching again. Keeping an eye on his movements, I tried to calm my trembling body.
“The new body must still be sensitive. Once you adapt, you’ll be able to enjoy it properly.”
“You mean I have to keep getting hit until I adapt?”
“Exactly!”
Faced with his hearty laughter at having guessed correctly, I had nothing to say.
That human isn’t normal.
Pleasure is better than pain, isn’t it?
I’ll give you that.
Thus began the work of growing accustomed to pleasure through being struck. He repeatedly brought me right to the brink of climax and then stopped to observe, and my hypersensitive body gradually grew used to it. The training I had received as a mare to endure climax also helped.
“Haah, haah.”
“Adapting this quickly—your talent really is excellent.”
Is it because Elisha was originally a masochistic pervert?
The brain and nervous system are adapting to the sensitive sensor signals of the prosthetic body. Perhaps because the brain modeled after Abaddon has fused with the T-12 neural system, adaptation is occurring at an astonishing rate. If adaptation continues, not only sensation but reaction speed will improve as well.
Indeed, the speed at which I perceived and reacted to God’s movements was increasing. The problem was that God was also growing faster in proportion.
After exchanging blows again, he glanced around, stroked his chin, and said, “We’ll need to clean up. The floor is slippery from the fluids you’ve spilled.”
“Tch.”
“Kuh-kuh. If that angers you, try harder to make me ejaculate.”
As he said, my vagina was dripping with fluids, yet his penis stood rigidly erect without having ejaculated even once. But wasn’t that simply the difference between a vagina that gushed fluids the moment it became aroused and a penis that only ejaculated upon climax?
Isn’t that unfair somehow? Ejaculation is clearly different.
“You’re right.”
He turned and walked away, gesturing to the archangels waiting nearby. Michael left the training ground with God, while Gabriel and Raphael approached me. Gabriel wiped between my legs with a towel and said, “We need to calibrate the prosthetic body, so follow me to the maintenance room.”
Moving my faintly spasming body, I followed her. As the excitement and pleasure from combat subsided, a faint heat and overwhelming fatigue washed over me.
“Ugh, I’m really tired.”
A large amount of stimulation was suddenly applied, overloading the brain and nervous system.
The mental space has become unstable too.
Still, compared to all previously recorded experimental data, your adaptability is overwhelmingly superior. Rest well and you’ll be fine.
“Hoo, this is difficult.”
“You’re doing well, Uriel.”
Hearing my muttered words, Gabriel glanced back slightly as she walked ahead. She encouraged me with her usual emotionless, doll-like expression, yet—perhaps because of Uriel’s influence—I felt a sense of goodwill.
Don’t the archangels feel emotions like ordinary angels?
They do not. Because they have no need to act out emotions in daily life, they are even more emotionless.
I don’t see how they’re different from AIs.
As Kyubey said, they didn’t seem much different from androids driven by AI. Clearly living beings, yet they felt like inanimate dolls.
Following Gabriel, I arrived at the maintenance room and lay down on an unfamiliar device. She said, “We will now begin maintenance to stabilize the prosthetic body and brain.”
When she operated something, restraints emerged and fixed my body in place. Needle-like protrusions pierced my neck and back. My body flinched at the sharp pain, but the restraints held firm; even the prosthetic body’s strength could not move it. Soon I felt something being injected through the needles, accompanied by a mild fever that gradually faded into a refreshing coolness.
“You may sleep as you are.”
With those words she left the maintenance room. I wondered what it would be like to sleep while my entire body was restrained, but the liquid being injected through the needles felt so good.
“Ah, it’s getting more comfortable.”
Through the port in the spine, neural-stabilizing agents and mild psychoactive substances are being injected to calm you.
Port means there’s a hole?
Yes. A device connecting the spinal nervous system to the exterior has been implanted.
“This body really is like a robot.”
Even the spine had mechanical devices inserted. Remembering the spinal section of the android Kate had been assembling made the body feel even more like an android.
The spinal skeleton that houses the spinal cord and nerves is made of precision machinery, so it’s understandable you would feel that way. After all, it is a full-body prosthesis.
A fusion of biology and machinery~ Impressive technology.
As drowsiness grew heavier, maintaining consciousness became difficult. Was I the only one feeling this?
“Don’t the two of you feel this fatigue?”
We feel it, but it’s weaker. It’s like it’s being filtered.
When directly controlling the body, the influence seems concentrated on the controlling consciousness.
“Ugh, I’m tired. I need to sleep.”
Good work, Elisha.
The tension that had been wound tight within me loosened, and exhaustion crashed over me all at once. Surrendering to the comfort the drugs provided, I fell asleep.