A Girl Whose Chest is Bigger Than Her Head

A person whose chest is bigger than her head. …………… I thrust my hand straight into the center of the soldier's chest armor plate. This Power Suit thing isn't as sturdy as I'd thought. Honestly, it's like wet tissue paper. If they care about the soldiers' safety, they should use something tougher.

My fingers closed around a warm sphere. Ah, the miniature cryogenic fusion reactor. The thing people commonly call an artificial sun. Hydrogen isotopes trapped in plasma, spinning furiously. It's past the critical point—if I leave it like this, it'd vaporize everything in a several-hundred-meter radius.

I gripped the sphere tight. The cells in my palm opened their mouths and sucked in the rampaging energy. The plasma's heat, the electromagnetic fields, the radiation—all of it flowed straight into my hand. Gulp.

It went quiet. When I pulled my hand out, the edges of the hole in the chest plate had melted and stretched like taffy. Hm. If I had to describe the taste, it's like a mint candy. Compared to everything else that's gone in my mouth so far—self-destruct drones, missile warheads, railgun slugs—this is way more edible. The cool, spreading sensation in my mouth feels pretty nice. I get why Mom used to gobble up stars when I was little. If this is just one-ten-thousandth of the real sun's flavor, an actual star must be pretty damn tasty.

The soldier's still standing there, eyes squeezed shut. Probably bracing himself to die in the explosion. Poor guy. But thanks to me, he lived—so happy ending. If he has parents, he can go see them now. Maybe I should ask him to look after his comrades. I'm pretty worried about all those soldiers banging their heads on the ground. Even with helmets, they could get concussions like that.

I started to open my mouth. Hey— My lips parted just a millimeter. Then the air around me hummed with a low zeeeing vibration. The moment my vocal cords geared up to vibrate, the atmosphere around my body reacted.

……Inhale. I clamped my mouth shut. Mmm. Just to be clear, it's definitely not my fault. But this guy might be such a scaredy-cat that he'd freak out. If he passes out from shock, that'd be a problem. I'm a considerate being, after all, so this time I'll cheer him on silently. I stuck up my thumb. Thumbs-up.

'See? I saved you. A thank-you is payment enough.'

I lowered my thumb and pointed my index finger around at the surroundings. Soldiers slamming their foreheads into the pavement, foaming at the mouth and collapsing, vomiting blood while laughing. I pointed at each one in turn.

'Help them out instead of me.'

The soldier doesn't say a word. He just flinches and stares where I'm pointing. I flashed another thumbs-up, pouring my you got this encouragement into it. That should get the message across. My business here's done. Alright, time to take the red-armored girl with the chest bigger than her head to the hospital.

…………

We arrived at the ER. In pretty good time, too. Of course, I didn't break Mach 1. Shattering all the hospital windows with a sonic boom would've been a hassle for everyone.

This is a big hospital in Gangnam. White building, red cross, ambulances lined up. The red-armored girl with the chest bigger than her head is still snoring away. She looks healthy enough, but you never know. A doctor should check her out.

Something feels off, though. The ER's total chaos, like a marketplace. Tons of people, nurses and doctors rushing around. Ah, there's a TV on the wall playing the news.

Hm…… a Tera-grade threat. Sounds vaguely familiar. Threat Grade Tera—capable of destroying from a single nation up to continental scale. The kind where you need multiple S-rank Awakeners and a nation's full might just to maybe stop it. A monster like that showing up smack in the middle of Seoul? Big trouble.

Everyone looks super rushed because of it. But I'm in a hurry too. Gotta hand off the red-armored girl to the hospital quick. I glanced left, then right, looking for someone to talk to. There's the reception desk with a nurse sitting behind it. She's glaring at her monitor, pounding the keyboard—looks terrified. Probably because of the Tera threat.

I approached the nurse. Hmm, how to greet her friendly-like? Nurse sis? Nah, this body's a girl. Calling her sis like that? My identity's getting a bit fuzzy. Probably because my gender back when I was human was different. It's ambiguous, but when in Rome, right? Maybe unnie it is. But still. If I call her that out loud, it feels like crossing a line I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shouldn't. Like abandoning my old human self.

Memories and sense of self from my human days are precious. It's the only thing separating me from the other thoughts. Without it, I'd think and act just like them. And if I did, I'd probably devour this planet right away. No thanks.

First things first: get the red-armored girl to the hospital. Explain to the nurse. Unconscious person here, chest bigger than her head, wearing armor. Three sentences oughta do it.

【Excuse me.】

I called out to the nurse, and her fingers froze over the keyboard—then our eyes met. Whoa, her pupils are dilating huge. Like a balloon inflating, until the black and white blurred together. Her ten fingers splayed out wide over the keys, like a blooming sea star.

Thud.

……No way. She face-planted right into the desk. Must've been exhausted. Three-shift work is brutal on the body. Too bad, but let's leave her be. Sleep's vital for health.

Then, from a bench about ten footsteps away—thud. I turned to see a middle-aged guy, probably a patient's guardian, sliding off the bench onto the floor. Foaming at the mouth.

Hm. What a coincidence. The one I spoke to directly, and everyone close enough to hear my voice, just passes out.

……Wait a sec. Is this my fault?

Suddenly, my head erupted in noise—whoosh. The thoughts rebelled all at once.

The thoughts in my head are nagging up a storm. Shut up. Somewhere in my mental world, I raised a fist. Mini-mes that look just like me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went eek and backed away. Thousands, tens of thousands shrinking back at once—quite the spectacle. Fear works wonders.

But the thoughts aren't wrong. Those soldiers who shot at me earlier. When I said 'It's okay, I won't hurt you,' they were slamming heads on the ground, foaming, crying—and somehow holding back hysterical laughter. I thought it was drug side effects back then, but now it reminds me of someone failing a Sanity check.

Is my voice bad for human mental health?

Some bespectacled thought shrugged somewhere. [Realizing it now? You're kinda dumb. With an IQ around 90, maybe just hand over control—] Smack. [Eek!] The glasses thought clapped a hand over its mouth and stumbled back, eyes welling up. Okay, okay. Don't cry. I won't hit you. Probably. For now.

Let's think about my true scale. I'm just a fragment split from my main body, Mom, but if I stretched out to full size... about 7.5 billion kilometers in diameter. A bit bigger than the distance from the sun to Pluto. Hm, compare to this planet's dominant species, the clever humans. If I were human……Homo sapiens are smaller than E. coli. No, even that's too big. More ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like molecular dust.

The size gap is insane. If dust spoke in front of a human—it'd be a massive hurricane disaster for the dust. My bad. Shouldn't have talked. Oh well, everyone slips up. From now on, no talking to humans. Best to drop off patients quietly and vanish.

First, let's get the red-armored girl out. I reached toward my solar plexus. Thrusting my hand in opened a passage to subspace. Starlit darkness everywhere. At the center, a supermassive black hole, orbited by countless stars. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Neat. Like carrying a mini-galaxy inside. That's how I could store missiles and the red girl in my body.

I pulled the red-armored girl out from the middle of the cosmic space. Still sleeping soundly. Found an empty bed. An emergency treatment bay next to the waiting room was free. Gently laid her on the bed. She'll pay the bill when she wakes up.

By the way, up close, this red-armored girl is a total knockout. Long lashes, perky nose, cherry lips. Red hair cascades off the bed. And that outfit showing off her killer figure—chest bigger than her head stealing all the attention. What do they call girls like this...? Thicc? Yeah. Face that screams "damage x3000 incoming."

Anyway, mission accomplished: delivered red girl to hospital. I pulled the blanket up to her neck. Sleep well, red-armored girl. I'm off. Repaired her body, carried her here, tucked her in—I'm basically her lifesaver. Doing good deeds feels great. Chest puffed with pride, I headed out the hospital's front door.

So... what now? Hanging with humans sounded fun, but I never planned past dropping off the red girl. House? Nope. Money? Nope. ID? Obviously not. Acquaintances? Just the red girl snoozing inside me until I left her at the hospital. Hmm. My plan was half-baked. Figuring out what to do and how to have fun is key.

For now, walk. Something'll come to me while strolling. Off I go.