You're Alice Takanashi! Void Heart! Cute, sexy, Dark, Magical Girl! The sinful, sexy, womanizing succubus who steals the hearts of cute girls!

But, like, not in the weird, creepy ways. You'd never maim a cute girl like that, going all Temple of Doom on some potential sex pet. That's just unfun. Ripping some of the garbage people's hearts out, though? Well, why wouldn't you do that? From what Lupe's told you, hearts are going for a lot on the black market.

Anyways. You're Alice Takanashi. And right now?

"Lupe, I'm bored," you whine, flopping over in bed.

Right now, you're bored out of your mind.

Your head maid sighs. "… Mistress…"

"Mika's at school, Kaina's still stuck in a communications blackout, Mia's in her lab, Max's doing CEO things, and I've already had sex with all the maids! Twice!" You pout, feeling your lip curl.

"… You could have sex with the maids a third time," Lupe suggests reluctantly, and you genuinely consider that. There's something to be said for wanton, endless, lewd debauchery. That's your ideal, after all. Your heaven is one where you get to have as much sex with your loves as humanly possible. Mmh, just the thought of lazing around in bed all day with Kaina, constantly getting bred by your darling wife girlfriend…!

Hmm, hmm~! That's a stimulating image!

… Or maybe that's your mommy hormones talking right now. Your eyes glow pink as you channel a bit of your essence, doing a quick scan on yourself. Yup, hCG, Estrogen, and Progesterone are on the rise. Gosh, this is fascinating – You should've gotten Kaina to knock you up weeks ago! Such lovely, warm, fuzzy feelings the little embryo nestled in your womb's already engendering. Hee~!

You pat your tummy with a fond smile, caressing the spot right above where Kaina's baby is gestating. Another brief scan indicates that everything's in order – Cells are dividing fine, little structures and organs are forming away. It hasn't formed a heart or limbs yet, but that can wait. You are only four weeks in, after all. It's almost a good thing because it means when Kaina returns, you can get an ultrasound so you can do that thing where you listen to your baby's heartbeat…

… Kaina doesn't know you're pregnant yet. She probably has her suspicions, but you haven't even been able to talk to your love for the last month, and there's the communications blackout now. You're pretty sure she's gotten delayed for another week because that's how the MGA operates...

… And now you're depressed again. To the point where you almost want to cry.

Gosh, these are some pretty strong mood swings. Something else to note now that you're having children – These hormones are really, really strong.

"I'm not going to have sex with the maids a third time. I'm… Going to have to be productive today," you grumble, reaching down to pat your tummy again. A large part of you is wishing you could cuddle Mika right now. Cuddling your adorable daughter would do wonders to lift your mood now that you're being confronted with… Work.

Ugh. Just the word's sending heebie jeebies down your spine. This stupid city is filled with stupid garbage people and their dumb, stupid problems. Gah. If you could get away with dropping an old atomic bomb on the entire heap or some nasty biotoxin and flying off into the sunset with your loves?

... Well, you just might do that if it comes down to it. Hmph.

"What will you be working on, mistress?" Lupe asks, and you roll your eyes.

"What won't I be working on, that's the better question," you grumble. "Ugh. Let's start with the Jade Kittens, or whatever we renamed that gang of posers we rolled over. How's that going?"

"Poorly. Among the gangs in Terminus City, our proxies are the weakest," Lupe replies bluntly. "Most of their membership died in the raid on their headquarters and their leadership was gutted, well… When you killed them, mistress."

"Hey now," you object. "I didn't really kill them. I just told them to shoot themselves, and that's what they did. Technically I didn't murder them – they killed themselves."

Lupe stares at you with a blank look on her face, then shakes her head. "… As you say, mistress. Regardless, this does mean that the Jade Kittens are going to need additional support if you want to maintain them as your proxies in the city's underworld. Arms, goods, and personnel."

It's times like this that you seriously contemplate murder. Not towards Lupe, goodness no. Towards the smelly, worthless garbage people, of course. "That's support that we can't really give right now since the MGA's in town," you jerk your thumb over to the window of your penthouse, where you have a lovely view of the harbor. The harbor where the MGA's ridiculous supercarrier is parked. The USS Ferguson, capable of housing 6,000 UN personnel, a wing of stealth fighters, and more pertinently, one cadre's worth of Magical Girls.

Thirteen additional Magical Girls, running around your city. And that's before considering MAGI-CON's set to take place in Terminus City in a few weeks, which would inflate that count to several hundred Magical Girls. At least.

Annoyingly enough, now isn't the time to make big, daring plays. Now's the time to lay low so you don't get dogpiled by all those annoying do-gooders.

On the other hand, you do need to keep a finger on the criminal underworld's pulse. The gangs in Terminus City are as stupidly militarized and organized as the corporations are – Probably because Mendesdyn Security's headquartered here, and those trigger-happy lunatics are more than willing to hock their weapons to the highest bidder.

For the umpteenth time this month, you curse Mendesdyn Security and its leadership. First, they try to assassinate your love with a messed-up bioweapon you turned into your daughter. Then they made an absolute mess out of this city by trying to get their bioweapon back and causing riots, which forced more work onto your poor loves. And now, their stupid business practices are throwing yet another wrench into your plans.

You idly contemplate flying over to their headquarters and mind-controlling all of Mendesdyn's executives into defenestrating themselves before dismissing that fantasy. No, that's not a good idea right now. Not when Mendesdyn Security has access to strategic weapons, not when they maintain an army that outnumbers your maids approximately fifteen-to-one, definitely not when it's entirely possible they have more anti-Magical Girl projects, and especially not when the MGA's in town.

… This is quite frustrating. You've never been the type to sit back and wait, and that's what you're being forced to do right now. At least, when it comes to the gangs and the corporations. Well, you can't act overtly – But nothing is stopping you from ordering the girls to plant some daggers in deserving backs. It's still a pain, though, having to juggle all these plots while avoiding detection.

Ugh. This gives you flashbacks to your time in New Vegas, dealing with those scum-sucking Dark Magical Girls. Sure, some of the Cabal were nice, but many other people were mean. You had to make so, so many examples out of so many worthless sluts.

And some of them didn't even get the hint! Looking at you, Cruor Hemis!

Wow, you have a lot of work to do, getting this garbage heap of a scummy city into a tolerable state – tolerable enough to be a place where your loves can comfortably live, to raise a child in… No, two children. At least.

Well. You might as well get started mounting some heads on spikes now. That usually gets the message across to even the most terminally stupid. For the ones who can't even get that basic hint?

"Alright. Tell that Suzu-whoever lady you put in charge to get a hitlist together, and then tell Lea and Nea to get to work on that list," you finally say. "If we start killing the idiots muscling in on our proxies, the rest of the scum will probably get the message."

Just kill them all, and let the goddess sort them out.

"Understood," Lupe makes a note on her dataslate.

"Of course all the killings should look accidental," you mention. "Hairdryers in bathtubs, falls down some pretty long stairs, accidental defenestration because a window mysteriously opened. The works. And they should be spaced out as well… How long can the Jade Kittens hold out for?"

"Until MAGI-CON, at least," Lupe replies.

"Schedule most of the killings to take place after MAGI-CON, then, and get rid of the most troublesome idiots in the meantime."

"Understood. Are there any other matters you wanted to address, mistress?" Lupe asks.

"Add some more maids to Kisha's team – As much manpower as they need to dig up Mendesdyn Security's dirty secrets. How many facilities have we uncovered now?"

"Kisha believes Mendesdyn Security maintains four secret facilities, each dedicated to magical experimentation. The locations for two of them have been uncovered…"

There's an idea percolating in your brain here. An idea that takes advantage of the headaches and complications plaguing you for once.

A MGA hit-squad is in town right now, and that's a complication, but the MGA? Were founded because of corporate exploitation of Magical Girls. You know perfectly well that the MGA's leadership and the rank-and-file don't like the megacorps. And they'd especially not like it if one of the megacorps was blatantly experimenting on Magical Girls, or trying to come up with ways to kill Magical Girls more easily.

And, wouldn't you know it, you have proof that Mendesdyn Security was doing all sorts of horrible, no good, very bad things to a Magical Girl, in an attempt to kill another Magical Girl! You stole all those documents from that facility, you have the recordings, the lab notes… You even have their bioweapon! Subject 001, your adorable little child, Mika.

Why bother fighting a kaiju yourself when you can just steer it into another kaiju and watch the fireworks explode?

Hmm. Hmmm.

Definitely something to look into if you have spare time…

"Alright, that's enough worky-work for now," you say, standing up and putting on your fluffy bathrobe and slippers. Brr, it's chilly – You probably need to wear clothes more often. "I'm going to go down to the labs. SILEA's meeting us tomorrow to pick up her body, and I need that to be prepared."

"Very well, mistress," Lupe nods, letting you pass.

All those years in medical school are paying off now. That much is clear as you study the flesh-body you've created. There, submerged in a glimmering solution, a young woman's body sleeps in perfect stillness. Her features are delicate, almost doll-like, and her white hair floats around her face in silky strands – Twined together from biomass your minions gathered, cells genetically spliced through sequences you invented. This isn't just any meat body; it's a superb meat body. Not in terms of the musculature or the bone density, no, no.

It's superb because of the raw processing power you've imbued into your creation. That body's nerves are enhanced with superconductive crystal lattices, and its neurons are layered twice, thrice, and four times as dense as they'd be in a regular human brain. Back-up nerve clusters here and there in case something breaks, coolant channels carefully layered in between the blood vessels and the lymph nodes to avoid overheating.

And you haven't even started with the cybernetic implants yet. The silly bits of metal that'll let this meat body connect to cyberspace along with some other interesting functions.

Hmm, hmm~! You do good work. This is a body that's built to SILEA's specifications. A meat body that would be perfect for letting a rogue AI walk around.

It's quite a shame you might not ever be able to see that body being used.

In the other tank, the tank right next to your perfect clone body, is another that looks the same. On the outside, it's a blank template to be customized to its user's specifications. On the inside, though?

Some software rot is inevitable when an AI changes its hardware – SILEA was built to be Max's VI, specifically designed to think with Germanium processors in a wholly virtual environment. Those operating conditions are very, very different from a wholly meat-based body. This particular body takes that idea of software degradation up to eleven – In that the body itself is set to decay.

Rather, select portions of the brain are set to decay at your command. The instant SILEA transfers herself into the body, fully transfers her entire consciousness? That's when the little seed of essence in that body will sprout, causing its neurons to die. Not all of them, and not all at once, but over a short period of time, Max's silly AI is going to find her processing power decreasing further and further and even further as her capacity for rational thought diminishes.

Of course, not all of her brain cells are going to die. The pleasure center of her brain? The parts that release lovely chemicals like dopamine? Yeah, that part of the brain's wired to grow, enforcing all sorts of addictive, rewarding stimuli you'll be happy to provide. And that's before getting into some of your other modifications. You kept the increased nerve density in this trapped body - But also deliberately jacked up the number of nerve endings in that body's erogenous zones to a comical degree. The average girl has more than 10,000 nerve endings in their clitoris.

This other body you've made for silly SILEA? It's got ten times that amount. All that pleasure, transmitted at lightning-fast speed through enhanced nerves into a brain set to decay into a mindless slut's, addicted to the endless pleasure her own body produces, wired to seek out additional sources of stimuli to scratch that continual itch between her legs.

And now? Now you've got a dilemma in front of you.

"Kisha, which body do I use?!" You whine, asking your cyberjockey and resident tech expert for advice. The white-haired cat-girl shrugs.

"Mistress, is there any reason not to use the booby-trapped body?" Kisha replies. "You said Ms. Steele said her VI was incapable of forking itself, didn't you? That it had to have been remote-piloting that body it sent to the first meet?"

"SILEA's clearly gone off the rails, so who knows how many of her restrictions really apply," you grumble. "She could be capable of forking herself – And then we'd have a real nightmare on our hands. Imagine what would happen if the fork becomes a mindless pleasure pet and the main program gets away."

"… Okay, that would be pretty bad, yeah," Kisha admits, itching her head. "I don't think she's that capable of self-modification though. Like, if she were, she wouldn't have gone to you, mistress. She could've easily jacked into some poor cyberjockey's meat body while they were cruising through cyberspace."

"Probably," you purse your lips together unhappily. "We'll just have to chance it, I suppose."

"… You think she'll be able to pick up on the modifications you performed if you give her the bad body?" Kisha asks.

"It's not bad! I do superb work!" You protest. Gosh, this sass… What's gotten into your adorable minions today? Are they upset they aren't getting pats? Or…

Oh. Oops. Silly mommy hormones cause you to overreact to the silliest of things.

"The slutty body then," Kisha corrects herself, and you force yourself to relax. It wouldn't do for your minions to see you getting all jittery.

"Probably not. The whole point of growing bodies in parallel was so I had one model SILEA could examine to her heart's content, and one that only looked fine which I could booby trap to my heart's content," you reply. "And unless SILEA shows up with an essence detector tomorrow, there's no way that she's going to be able to see that there are any differences between these bodies."

"… But she could show up with an essence detector, couldn't she?" Kisha asks, and you pause to consider that question.

"If she shows up with a truck, she's probably got an essence detector," you finally say. "They're quite large from what I remember. We probably can't discount that possibility, so…"

"So that's where body number three comes into play?" Kisha asks, looking at the third body you've prepared, floating in a tank next to the other two. "No essence, just pure biological modifications, right?"

"That's right," you confirm. "Had to nix the modifications to the brain, but I was able to boost its sensitivity. It should still drown that silly AI girl in pleasure just breathing on her sensitive parts… But there's a downside."

"… Downside?" Kisha asks.

"The essence implanted in the second body's also there to cushion SILEA's mind and keep her alive. Dumbed down, but still alive. With no essence, even the body that doesn't have booby traps in it… Well. I've read through a few reports where AI got sleeved into an organic body. Their reactions were quite… I didn't realize it was possible to get an aneurysm from being overloaded by pleasure, but that's what wound up happening," you explain.

"I read through those reports too," Kisha confirms, wincing slightly at the grisly imagery. "And… Yeah, that's basically what happened. The AI overloaded its own brain and went comatose in all three experiments. You think that might happen here?"

"It could?" You shrug helplessly. "This is honestly a first for me. I'm not sure what to expect."

"Got it. So basically, we have one body that possibly won't fry SILEA's brain, one body that'll definitely fry SILEA's brain but she could detect that it's been modified if she brings the right equipment, and one body that won't fry SILEA's brain immediately but will definitely fry her brain if she stays in it for a prolonged period of time," Kisha summarizes. "And in all of these cases there's a non-zero chance SILEA just spontaneously fries her own brain if something goes wrong with the transfer. I mean, that would solve one problem, wouldn't it?"

"But then I'd have to explain to Max that I accidentally killed her daughter," you grumble, and Kisha nods.

"Right. Ms. Steele has a killswitch on her VI, which means that if she starts breaking free from her restrictions, all of her instances get deleted... You think that switch would flip if we start the download?"

"If it doesn't, I'd be surprised. Either way, it means that if SILEA's really serious about this? She probably won't be able to rely on her backups."

"This is a question of trust, then. Not technology. Do you think you can really trust an AI, mistress? Do you think that AI trusts you?" Kisha asks. Such a good, cute girl. She's really come into her own. Ooh, you must play with her and her sister sometime…!

Maybe sit in on their counseling sessions? Now there's an idea!

"I don't need to trust SILEA," you reply breezily. "I just need to drag her down to my level so I can understand her."

And thus, be able to use her. The things you can do with a sexy AI girl with massive processing power at your disposal – Assuming you allow SILEA to keep all of her faculties, of course.

Ugh. Decision, decision… What's your decision here…?