Chapter 13

June 4th, 2023.

Sunday. 11:20.

When you're given good news, you would normally cheer or give a physical reaction of joy. But when given bad news, you never know how you truly feel until you've truly thought about it, or that split second you first heard it.

"You cannot be serious!"

"I'm completely serious."

"No way!"

"Yes, way."

"Oh, my fucking God- they're all insane! How can your work send you there?"

"Um... could someone explain to me what's so bad about Florida?" Rhys interrupted the two girls gossiping on the loveseats, the quieter twin sitting in the other's lap nonchalantly texting away as their friend finally brought them up to date with what was going on in Alice's life. Especially the upcoming trip to America. It was the talk of the company, which was a reasonable response with how messed up America had become because of the two wars they entered into with Russia and North Korea. A war that no one wanted to enter.

"There's a war going on but then again- it's always been a shitty place," Margret growled at the tall man, unintentionally making him flinch and look away. "Seriously? How can you not know that?" Rhys lowered his gaze at the question, glancing back when Alice punched her friend in the shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't be mean," she scowled, shaking her head before she jumped up and headed over to the kitchen. Hesitantly, her roommate followed her inside while the twins turned their attention to the TV as the news streamed on. It always jumped on the new information about the happening war, the guilt and pity was used against the people of Britain to get them to join, to help, or to at least, give them their money to send supplies. Alice didn't believe a word of it since she had eyes and ears inside the soldiers' base. "What is it?"

"They're sending you to a warzone?" One hand moved to pinch the skin at the bridge of his nose, taking a deep inhale to calm his nerves. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you knew everything about what's going on with me," she raised a brow at his clear irritation and panic, his hand reaching for the glass cabinet. "Rhys, are you okay?"

"What? Pfft- yeah. Of course," it was obvious. "I'm just- I dunno what to say- why the hell would they do this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," a sigh escaped her as she accepted the glass of water from him, resisting the urge to bite her lip as she glanced back over to her friends who seemed absorbed in the plans that were being publicly announced. "Considering my recent mental state, I can only hope they know what they are doing."

"They do," he defended. "I've worked with Hype- for like, five years," he announced confidently, a smile across his features. "They wouldn't do anything that would hurt you."

"Mainly Jack," she growled. "It's pretty obvious they don't care much for me- but more the project," Rhys frowned hearing this. She sighed. "You know as well as I do that if he wasn't inside my head, that they wouldn't give two shits about my accident."

She was met with silences as Rhys didn't know how to respond to that. It was true that if they didn't need her, they wouldn't have contacted her and given her the cybernetics she needed to do her job. She'd be in massive amounts of debt to pay for it and they wouldn't have helped her deal with it all. Her job would have no doubt let her go by now if it wasn't for their influence.

"I'm... sorry you think that way."

"Rhys. I'm not stupid. I know how the world works. Jack hasn't said anything to me in days so he must be as shocked as I am," she rolled her eyes as he sighed, rubbing his neck.

"Well, let's get onto a better subject," he said. "Do you have any plans this week?"

This question made the brunette pause, before a sly smirk made its way onto her face. He instantly narrowed his eyes at this.

"Actually, I have a date."

June 8th, 2023.

Thursday. 20:41.

Social interactions were a must in real life. Right? It wasn't like you could fill your gage like in the sims with chatting online or to one of your twelve cats. People were easy to come by, even harder to find one that didn't annoy you to high hell.

"Hey- sorry I'm late," the young woman called out across the small square of London, smiling softly as the man she was meeting pushed away from the statue he was leaning against in greeting. "The tube was packed more than normally."

The soldier smiled in return, stuffing his hands into his dark trouser pockets as she met him at his side.

"Don't worry about- I left early thinking there'd be traffic but I was wrong," he chuckled, mentioning to the street where there was not toe-to-toe traffic like there wasn't normally. Alice was personally surprised to see that as well. Then again, most people were at home by now. "Shall we?" With a small mention with his hand, they started walking side by side. Of course, she didn't protest when he started heading towards the bar he had mentioned during their texts. She was almost thankfully Jack was staying quiet in the back of her mind like he promised.

"So. What is this bar you keep going on about like then?" Her eyes drifted up to his, watching his hand move to itch the tattoo near his eye.

"Different. That's one way to put it- sweet and bitter beer, huge ass plasma near the dedicated sports section- they have a few pool table," he grinned as he made the hand movements for shooting pool, a small chuckle escaped her as he did. "Love that game."

"Very manly."

"I know right," they both chuckled, smiling as he opened the door to the dimly lit bar. The sign above it glowing an eerie red with the large words 'Dahl's Finest'. Sure enough, it was a very weird name. But, it had a pretty nice ring to it. "Used to come here all the time with my mates- when we had some free time," he smirked, opening the door for her. With a small nod of thanks, she headed inside, noticing the main colour scheme being blue, orange, grey and white. "Lemme grab you a drink," the man said, leading her towards the semi-packed bar,

A small smile spread across her lips as the man called the blonde bartender over, a perky grin across her face as she took sight of Axton.

"What can I get y'all?" When her eyes drifted to the girl in glasses beside him, hand by her shoulder as he raised two fingers.

"Two BMs, extra ice," his voice came out as a purr, the woman instantly nodded her head before getting to work on the two friends. Hearing the names of the drinks, Alice's eyes scanned the cocktail list above their head, finding the named beverage near the end.

"… 'Buster master'," she questions, chuckling dryly at the name; it sounded like some name Jack would make up. Then again, most of the drink names seemed to resemble guns or violence in some sort of way. "That's... an odd name, compared to cocktails like 'Sex on the Beach' and Bloody Mary'." Alice just assumed that the bar catered mainly towards people of the armed forces.

"Compare it to those two and of course it sounds weird," the ex-soldier chuckled, letting her get settled on the barstool before joining her by her right side.

A smile crept across her face when they were both given a short blue drink, ice lining the bottom in a tumbler glass. When he was able to squeeze a smile out of her, he glanced around the room till his eyes stopped on a booth at the far end of the room but decided against it and took a seat at one of the stools. Feeling her eyes on him, he turned back. "I've never asked you about your job, right?"

Her heart stopped at his question, feeling her back twitch as she stopped herself from choking on her drink. It was sweet yet it burned her throat in an indescribable way. Good.

"That's sudden," the tech monkey forced a smile up at him as he nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. "It's nothing big or special," when his expression dipped, Alice had a feeling he was going to push for more information. "I'm a software engineer at Jinko Investments," her smile dropped, taking a quick sup. "Nothing big or fancy, the hours suck and so does the pay considering sometimes I practically live there," the rant flew out her mouth before she could stop herself. She stopped when she took in his surprised expression. "But- I love computers so," an awkward chuckle left her. "I'm good."

"If it's so damn shitty- why don't you quit?"

The girl wasn't actually expecting a question aimed towards her rant. It made her pause, bite the corner of her lip on the scar, before glancing back down to her drink.

"It pays the bills and I love computers soo," she forced a smile, watching the man take another swing of his drink. 'Also, the fact my contact says I must have a job or I'll be forced to work at Hype soo... yeah.'

Of course, the soldier didn't fully believe her words- but he couldn't just outright tell her that she was only saying half the truth. Instead, he bobbed his head and took another sip of his drink. "You know, I know a couple of job openings around where I work. Maybe I could put your name in for ya."

When another spark flew up her spine, the programmer visibly shook. Unknown to her, the former CEO was watching everything with narrowed eyes, biting down on his lip to stop every word that he threatened to yell at the pair. The soldier was shifty in his eyes. The nagging feeling in the back of his mind went stir-crazy around this guy. Either way, Jack didn't trust him as far as he could throw him. Which wasn't far at all considering he couldn't physically touch him.

"Everything alright there?" The ex-soldier took note of the tremble, watching her try to play it cool by taking another sip of her drink.

"Yeah. I just- shiver sometimes," a nervous chuckle left her lips. Of course, it was true. She wasn't wearing the abnormally blue contacts of hers, so she couldn't see the blue man practically looming over her. "Like a ghost passing through me," Jack scoffed.

'Ghost- HA!' Jack thought bitterly at her words, turning his back away from the situation. But, it didn't last long when he took notice of a pair sitting in the corner. The woman's eyes drawn to the pair as they chatted innocently while sipping their drinks. 'What the hell is that-?'His thoughts drew to a stop as his mixed eyes spotting golden orbs glance in his direction. His non-existent heart jumped. The appearance of the woman was different, but those gold jewels were unmistakable. A cropped leather jacket, orange tank top and skinny ripped denim jeans.

"You look pretty different with glasses," the soldier smirked as he stood up from his seat. "Didn't even know you wore them."

"Well, there is a lot you don't know about me," the girl shot back with a raised brow. She stood up when he mentioned her to, following him to the pool table.

"Well, I'd definitely like to-"

"We need to get the hell outta here!"

Alice flinched at the shriek inside her head, her free hand reaching for her forehead as a throb of pain hit her like a train. Jack hadn't physically touched her, but the panic rushing through him was enough to physically attack her nerves. It was like a jolt of electricity shock her body all at once.

"Sonofa-" she cursed softly, a slight rub on her forehead already relieving the pain that was gathering around her temples. It took her a moment to see Axton's questioning expression. "I'm fine, really."

"You sure?"

"Uh- NO! We are not fine," Jack growled, unknown to her that he was filling the space between the two. The man turned his back to the soldier, taking in the physical pain residing in her eyes from his yell. "That crazy chick's here- and she is not a fan of me so-!"

'Jack- you're giving me a headache,' Alice thought back bitterly while putting her drink down, her hand moved to the pool table and gripped it a little tighter. 'Please. Stop.'

"Don't care. We gotta get out of here, cupcake- now. Call a taxi- or cab- or- or whatever- we have to leave!" Jack's shrieking was causing the girl's migraine to skyrocket the more he yelled, the more her head felt like it was going to split into two. His panic was racing through her veins, her body feeling on edge as her heart pounded in her chest.

"You don't look so good," Axton gave the girl a small squeeze on the shoulder, taking a mental note of how stiff she was as well as the visible shake she was unknowingly admitting. "Want me to call ya a cab?"

Bitterly, Alice nodded her head, knowing full well that she couldn't beat Jack. Even if she forced the asshole to the back of her mind, the girl wasn't sure she wouldn't pass out from the pain of doing so. The stronger he got, the more it hurt her head to try and control him.

"Yes, please."

June 8th, 2023.

Thursday. 22:15.

"You. Are being. Ridiculous."

"I'm being ridiculous? Who's the chick who went out to a bar she didn't know and accepted some drink from a guy- who coulda just as easily drugged her up, pumpkin? Oh right, THAT'S YOU! You had no idea who the hell was in that bar- the trouble that chick is!"

"Oh, would you please stop acting like you care about my well-being- and stop yelling! You're giving me a headache!"

A short slam of a door echoed the small apartment. Rhys jumped in his seat on the loveseats, peering over the back of it as he watched the woman toss to the side her four-inch heels and storm past him and into the kitchen.

"Err- welcome back?"

"Who's yelling? If I was yellin', you'd know about it!"

The expression of her face twisted in annoyance at the voice screaming at her, slamming the fridge close after she had grabbed a cold beer and turned to face the direction of where it was coming.

"Oh. Reeeaaaal mature, Jack. How old are you? Five? Two? Act your own age for once," she clicked the top of the drink open as she walked through the hologram unintentionally, taking a sip as she passed into the living room. When she took notice of Rhys staring at her in shock, she bobbed her head in greeting. "Sup. Know where the painkillers are?"

"I- err- I'm not sure- bathroom, maybe? Hi?" With a short nod, she headed in the direction of their shared restroom

"Mature? You want mature- well, I'll give you mature, you kid!" The CEO stomped his way into the living room, watching her back as she walked. "I've been looking after your ass since you woke the hell up and here you are- having drinks with some- some random prick that you don't even really know! Who's the idiot now, huh- cause it sure as hell ain't me when I'm the one making sure you don't die in some gutter somewhere," the man yelled across the room, watching her twitch in her pause, feeling the rage growing in his veins from his own emotions as well as hers.

"Ha. 'Looking after me' you say?" Her voice took a rocky tone as she turned on her heels, glaring in the direction of the voice as she could feel the tears starting to gather in her eyes. "Then explain why I'm a goddamn mess who wants to kill herself sometimes from the pressure of all this shit," the words slipped without her noticing, both guys in the room staring in shock at her. "If that's you looking after me, then please stop," she turned on her heels and retreated back to her room with a slam of her door.

"Sonofa- Alice- Alice!" Jack called after her, reaching his hand out for a moment before pulling it to his hair, glancing over to the shell-shocked programmer on the loveseats with a glare. Deep down, he knew whatever he said wouldn't help her- if not, only make it worse. But, a real person could help. "What the hell are you waiting for? Go, ya friggin' idiot - oh my God what do I even pay you for," whilst Jack questioned his own sanity, Rhys found the nerve to leap up from his seat and over to her bedroom door.

When Rhys didn't hear a sound coming from inside, he tapped his knuckles against the door lightly before stepping in. Her room wasn't lit at all, only the dim moonlight streaking through her window let the man know where everything was, including her. She was still, curled up in a ball on her bed hugging a black plush to her face. His expression grimed at the sight, his hand moving to his real elbow and giving it a squeeze. Just what was he supposed to say right now?

"I'm not going to kill myself," his head snapped back to her, watching her pull her face out of the toy enough to stare blankly at him. "If that's what you've come to stop."

"Wha-what? No? I- I know you wouldn't... do... that. Are you... are you alright?" he chuckled awkwardly at his own wording but smiled when he took in the quick nod of her head, his eyes moved to the walls around him, taking in her room for the very first time. "Whoa," the words left his mouth as he spotted a wall covered corner to corner in printed photographs. It was literally covered in memories, some looked to be a few years old, while some looked as old as she did.

Alice's gaze followed his, her eyes softening at the sight of her memories.

"Did you do all this?" He asked, unable to stop himself from roaming over it all. There were a few he recognized as herself with the twins; he assumed they were teenagers from how young they looked. They mainly consisted of the three goofing around, playing videos, hanging out around London or sleepovers. Others were older, a fair few of them containing two boys as well as a younger version of herself, ranging from the ages of two to nine. She looked happy in most of them- the boys did as well. They all sported dark brown hair and bright eyes, even similar faces and styles.

"Yeah. It's what been keeping me sane," she murmured loud enough for him, her eyes drifted to a couple of photos of herself with her grandparents, both of them always smiling in the pictures while she worn different, childish expressions depending on what was going on in the photo. Her favourite had to her the few photos of her eighth birthday, where it contained all five of them. "Finding photos and sticking them in order of date and time. Time-consuming, but it's better than spending all day on my computer."

The girl made no effort to hide the bitterness in her voice at how Hype was practically running her life right now. A curfew, rules to live by, having to check in at least once a day with an update of her current situation- even Rhys, who had grown into a very good friend of hers, was to keep a close eye on her at all times when she was at home.

"I wish I had this many photos," Rhys said quietly to himself, squeezing his arm tighter as his eyes drifted over all of the stages of her life.

"Don't you have any childhood photos your parents took," she asked, finally pulling her face out of the plush. He chuckled dryly.

"Not really. My parents worked all the time so I was sent to Youth Clubs when I wasn't at school- ya know- getting my face shoved into toilets. Getting beaten up- normal kiddy stuff," his face was the image you would find in the dictionary under 'Childhood Trauma'.

The girl forced a smile as she slowly started to uncurl herself. Glancing back, she spotted Rhys staring at the college photos in the middle, the smile slipping down into a frown. Unknowing to her, Jack had appeared in the doorway to watch, when he felt her emotions peak.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rhys," she said.

"I'm sorry about... him," he frowned as he took in the many photos of her and him, smiles always apparent as they were always together. A few of the photos were taken at the beach, others at parties, others during class, but it was mainly the photos of the two outside and exploring that always brought a tear to her eye. "You two seemed really, close."

"Close was one word for it, yeah," with her voice becoming quieter, Rhys moved a little closer to her. "He was the first guy I actually seriously thought about spending my life with- then..." A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Well, that future's gone."

Her roommate subconsciously touched his own forehead when hearing this, recalling how the head trauma had killed him, almost imminently on contact when Daniel's port punctured his brain. It was a quick death, thankfully. Looking back to the photos, his mixed eyes caught onto the two that showed the man playing a piano in a large, dimly lit hall.

"I have to ask," he paused. "What was he like? You never really mention him- I'm sure you have your reasons but," there was another moment of silence. "I'm curious," Rhys wasn't sure if the question was a good or bad one to ask, knowing full well that no one had ever actually asked about him to her, but maybe it was time to.

The moment took the girl by surprise. Momentarily putting the plush down to remove her glasses and rub her eyes with her wrists, already feeling the activities of the day on her shoulders as well as the events to come. Taking a deep breath, she answered.

"He was... ambitious. Very persuasive. Kind. Brave. Positive. Always smiling. Driven," listing these, she couldn't help but feel a light chuckle leave her throat. "But... easily manipulated by his friends... and by his physical desires. He lost concentration a lot when something more important came up and he felt like he just... couldn't ignore it," Alice could easily recall how he used to nuzzle up behind her when she was working, studying, cooking, anything really to get her attention.

Sheepishly, she rubbed the incoming tears away as she spotted Rhys take a seat at the bottom of her bed, hands in his lap as he listened.

"He was my friend and idol in college- the fact he asked me out in the first place took me by surprise. Ha... nearly an entire a week before I could answer him as I kept thinking he was screwing with me," thinking back, the only times he didn't smile was when he was stressed with failing his studies, in order to work extra hours to send money home to his parents, when they had money troubles.

"Daniel- he was," the word made her throat clench as she struggled to say it. "He was my hero. S-Someone I wanted to b-be," she sniffled. "I-I loved him. I wanted to b-be with h-him," it took the woman to calm herself enough to stop the stumbling, already feeling the gaze of Jack on her made her feel a little more centred. "I missed his funeral because of Vasquez. For that... I can never forgive him- or Hyperion." That was the first time he used 'Hype' real name. "That was all I ever asked for when I was recovering- an hour- ten minutes- a-and they – j-just-"

Rhys had no freaking clue was he was supposed to do when a girl started crying in front of him. His hands went to his lap, out towards her, back to his eyes, then to her hands covering her face, then into the air. WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO?!

"Hey, Cupcake, how bout we visit it tomorrow then?" The glitchy voice didn't sound too caring, but it didn't sound hostile either. It was more, natural. Jack keeping his tone calm for the woman as her trembles started to die down with each passing moment. "We'll get a picnic, a blanket or somethin'- hey! We'll even get some beers to share with the dead prick!" Despite his horrid word choice, they were... helping. A little.

"Y-Yeah," the soft murmur left her lips after a moment, glancing to the panicking Rhys who had paused mid movement to stare at her with wide eyes. Reading his face was enough to bring her out of her self-hating-and-hating-Hyperion moment. "Cra- I'm sorry Rhys," she stuttered. "Are you okay?"

"Huh- what? Of course. I'm fine- great, really," a nervous chuckle left him. Jack rolling his eyes at the man as he moved himself to his regular spot on her bed. "Are you alri- okay?"

Alice, of course, wasn't entirely sure of the answer to the question, but nonetheless, nodded her head.

"I'm getting there."

"Good- good," moving his hand to his elbow, he gave it a firm squeeze as he watched the girl awkwardly shuffle on her bed. "Well- I'm gonna catch some shut eye sooo," he chuckled, moving towards her door. "Call me if you need anything- you have my number and I'm like, riiight next door so-"

"I know, Rhys," the weird man always made her smile, watching him slowly nudge himself towards her door. "Good night."

"Good night and- well, sleep well," with a small wave and smile, he escaped the room with a sigh of relief from both sides. Rhys could be too awkward for his own good, while the topic itself was an uncomfortable one for the girl.

But, left Jack feeling a little more knowledgeable about her past relationship. He knew they were close from her memories, but he didn't know that she looked up to him in that sort of way. It was the type of way he wanted others to look up to him, how he wanted his people, daughter, lovers, wives even. To at least once, look at him like Alice had once with her past lover.

When her roommate left, she wasted no time standing up and getting changed into a long, white dress shirt to sleep in. It was comfortable and she thought it suited her, despite the fact she was just going to bed in it.

The atmosphere in the room was beyond uncomfortable, making the woman shift and shuffle before moving to her phone to turn some sort of radio on to relieve the tense of silence between the two. What she didn't count on, was the first song coming on being one from twenty-seventeen. It was a song her mother loved by Taylor Swift, a singer she wasn't keen on. Switching to another station, it was another song by the singer but with a duet with Ed Sheeran. With a short glare and another station, she found comfort in a Ballard by Panic! At the disco. Thank God. Even if the ballad was actually a song but with the word 'ballad' in the title.

Jack scoffed at the familiar song, recognising the intro but with how many times she had listened to it in that week alone, it was hard not to grow accustom to the songs she played on a loop. The man was one of those people that would listen to a playlist once then move onto the next. Alice was one of those rare people who could sing to a song for hours on a loop.

It was then that he recalled what happened at the bar earlier. Sure, he wasn't at all happy with how friendly the ex-solider and his user were getting. Sure, he was pissed she let him buy him a drink and get physically close to her. Sure, he wanted to strangle the man for continuously making advances the damn woman was too blind to see. But most of all, he was mad at himself for reacting so badly to the situation he had created. They were in public, if Lilith did try something, it would be all over the news and media in seconds. She wasn't stupid. As much as he hated to admit it, the woman was smart. Too smart for her own good. And all he did was create a messy situation that ultimately caused Alice more harm than good.

"Ally I," the hologram paused in his thoughts, moving to rub the back of his neck. "About earlier..."

His voice trailed off as he glitched out for a moment, reappearing on the bed beside her. It was like Alice knew he was there, glancing in his direction before her eyes trailed back to her phone. Seeing this, Jack pulled his hand away.

"I coulda handled what happened before better," he sighed, his hands dropping into his lap whilst crossing his legs better. His eyes were drawn downwards. Struck his foot in his mouth again.

"Yeah... I know."

"I didn't do it cause of that prick- well, maybe a little- but- he wasn't the main reason," Jack shook his hand in a dismissing manner regardless of the fact that she couldn't see it. The fact she could feel his presence was enough. Alice's eyes drifted to him again, moving to roll onto her side facing where his voice was coming from.

"You mentioned a woman before," it was one of the few things she remembered apart from her annoyance; she was here. That crazy chick's here. Who was this woman that actually made Jack fear for her life? "Who is she?"

"Chances are you have an idea that Hyperion- well, ain't exactly from this universe," she instantly gave him a look of disbelieve. "And if we are- we're- we're pretty far away from here."

"Jack. What you're saying isn't making any sense," slowly, she sat up. "Universal travel isn't a thing- at least, not in my lifetime," her words slowed as his voice spoke over her in her own mind.

"Sweetie. Just cause it isn't possible for you guys to make it, doesn't mean my people couldn't,"he said. "From what I've gathered from this place. We have waaaaaaay better stuff than you have."

Alice couldn't hold back rolling her eyes at his words, even though she was mentally struck by the ideas of multiple universes. "Universes... not parallel but... a different one?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders, clearly unsure about the subject.

"I dunno. The eggheads at R&D brought the topic of faraway travel once- but it was stupid at the time," he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "We had wars to fight, other companies to crush. Stuff like that wasn't what we needed at the time."

There was a short pause.

"What if you used one of those universes as a getaway universe to start again if you needed to retreat from one of those wars permanently?" The words flowed without her realizing it, unknown to her that Jack was staring at her with narrowed eyes.

Yes, he was truly thinking what she said over. She was one of the few people he listened to, took in their words and thought them through. Thinking about it now, if one of his scientists had worded it like that- maybe added some more good points in like that. He might have considered funding it.

"That's... not a bad idea," the programmer murmured. "Anyways, back to the crazy chick."

"Right."

"She's one of these stupidly powerful chicks we have in our universe- Sirens, they're called. Only seven of 'em in the entire universe. Insanely strong with a unique power that only they control," he explained, glaring at the ceiling as he recalled the information he had gathered about them. "She's one of them. Absolutely hates me," he shrugged again. "Not shocking. I did order her death."

This caused Alice to shuffled and sit up, looking in his direction with a hard stare.

"Why did you do that?"

"She wasn't on my side. Better have her dead than against me," he said it like how children explained the sky is blue. To Jack, it was Hyperion logic. Better have a strong opponent dead then against you. For his User, it made her feel abnormally uncomfortable.

The man watched her shuffle back down onto her back, grabbing the Enderman plush and yanked it to her chest. The former Hyperion CEO glared at the blank faced toy.

"Is... murder a common occurrence in your world?"

It took him a moment to realize what she was asking. Was he killed? Murdered by her, maybe? Did he murder people?

Turning his head back to the ceiling, he sighed.

"Yeah," he grunted, his arm moving to cover his eyes. "More common than diamond ponies who shit guns."

Cue a pregnant pause.

"There's no such thing as diamond pony. Even more so one that defecates weapons."

"And that, baby, is where you're wrong!"

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This chapter's question is: If you could create a gun elemental, what would you make?

Answer: I'd harness the power of air. Imagine blasting a hole through a dude's chest with the power of wind? BOOM!