Reincarnated in a Vast, Lonely Universe
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 2
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Matt died. This is kind of required to be reincarnated into another universe, but it was still rather annoying. But now, awakened within a city that sprawls over an entire continent, empty of all life and any sign of who used to live there, he finds himself completely and utterly alone. Where is he? What is this universe? Why was he reincarnated here? Will he get any hot elf girlfriends? These questions and more are all answered - but will bring but more mysteries and more adventures...
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Romantic War Science Fiction Paranormal Furry Group Sex Harem
Being able to pick from several thousand different kinds of spaceship was a lot like what I expected Heaven to be like – in my more childish moments, when I wasn’t listening to the talk of ‘oneness with God’ and all that. I admit, I was still filing away the fact I wasn’t exactly dead or in the afterlife as I had expected it in a side corner. I figure, well, God was all powerful. So, if there was another universe with magic and elves and spaceships, and I arrived here, it had to be something he either wanted or, like, was okay with or something.
Right?
Right.
That made sense. And I was pretty sure that I was not going to find any access to a priest who might understand the issues better or give me advice. Plus ... okay, it hurt to admit it, but it wasn’t like I was exactly living up to the standards set by, say, my grandma or my cousin Jerry. Jerry was one of those Christians who made the rest of us look bad – he worked for non-profits, did tons of outreach to the poor and needy without any hesitation. Meanwhile, I played video games for a living.
I shook my head. You’re in a new universe, no more feeling guilty about your job, its illegal, I thought to myself, while Alin hovered next to me, tapping her fingers together as she waited for me to make my decision.
“Okay,” I said. “First things first, what kind of ... threats might we run out into there?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
I nodded. “Right. Like. Do we know how dispersed everyone else is? Are we looking at a few planets or hundreds of planets?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
I nodded. “Do we know if anyone has formed new ... factions or alliances? If there are any wars going on?”
Alin hesitated.
“You don’t know,” I said, smiling at her a bit. “It’s okay, you’re on Earth, everyone else is in the rest of the galaxy. I don’t suppose you have telescopes?”
“Well, of course we have telescopes, but the speed of light is such that none of the information out there has reached back here in the past fifteen hundred years. Before, um, a few emissions from our nearest star,” she said, nodding. “It’s ten light years away.”
“Right,” I said, rubbing my jaw. I had a faint memory that on Earth – that is, my Earth – the nearest star was, like. Six? Light years away? Or was it four? I couldn’t remember exactly. I sighed. “Okay, so, we need a ship that can handle basically anything. I figure it should be relatively large, multifaceted, fuck, we don’t have a crew, though. Ships require crews, right?”
“Not really,” Alin said. “If there are any positions that need filling with actual hands, we can have some robotics to fill in for it.” She smiled. “Those are easily produced and automated.”
“Awesome,” I said, grinning and looking out at the vast collection of ships. “Lets start with the biggest ship first. How do we get out there to look at it? Whoa!” I yelped as the ground beneath my feet clunked, shifted, whirled and then lifted up and off the catwalk that we were standing on. A small set of railings extended up around me and Alin, and we were now on a flying platform. I grabbed onto the rails, grinning as the platform whisked us through the air – the feeling of wind rustling my hair and blowing against my face feeling as exhilarating as anything.
The ship we hovered beside was titanic. It was hard to give a scale to the boxy shape – but my brain said it was easily half a mile long. “What is this?” I asked.
“This is a star mining vehicle,” Alin said. “It’s designed to take in asteroids and mine them for their materials, then deliver them back to Earth for processing. It’s not exactly suited to exploration, since it’s entirely given over to refining and processing.”
I nodded, frowning. “But it might be useful if we ever needed raw material. Can it produce anything from its materials?”
“No...” Alin hesitated. “But it does have the cargo space to fit an autofactory in there, which would be able to produce anything we have blueprints for.”
“But what if we run into some kind of anomaly?” I asked.
“ ... an ... anomaly?” Alin asked, her brows knitting.
“So, in Star Trek, spaceships were always running into strange things in space,” I said, blushing as I realized just how silly that sounded. “A-And while I think that’s pretty unrealistic for my universe, this universe does have magic. It’s understood here, but how do we know that the laws of magic are identical throughout the universe? It’s magic!”
“That’s ... a good point!” Alin said, after thinking for a few moments. “So, we need a ship that has a laboratory!”
The platform whisked over to a ship that looked like someone had crafted an orb and placed it on the end of a long shaft attached to two nacelles. It seemed that no one had mentioned, at any point, how phallic it looked. It was maybe two hundred feet long, and even that still felt pretty fucking huge when I was floating near it. You hear a two hundred foot long spaceship and think ‘oh that’s not that big’ because no one who writes sci-fi books had any sense of scale, but ... fuck. It was huge. Holy shit.
“This is a science ship,” Alin said. “It has a full laboratory and functional research bays for biological, magical, and physical studies.”
“Does it have any weapons?” I asked. “What if we run into threats out there?”
“Well,” Alin said, sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. “T-There are a lot of combat spaceships here – do you want a cruiser? A battleship?”
I rubbed my jaw again, thinking. “Hmm,” I said. “Can we launch with multiple ships in a fleet?”
“No,” she said.
My brows furrowed. “Why not?”
“Well, there is a limit on all magic and magic is what fuels the jump drive,” Alin said. “And that limit is called arcanite – a kind of crystal that is formed from the intersections of ley lines. You can only mine a set amount of arcanite per region, and unique arcanite combinations are required to produce certain effects. So, we have arcanite on Earth, but only a limited supply.”
“What can arcanite do?” I asked.
“Well, anything!” Alin said. “With the right combinations, it makes you more intelligent, stronger, faster, better able to control lesser magics, able to tap into what is called the higher forms of magic. It also is the secret of faster than light travel. Oh! It’s required to create and run true artificial intelligences, like me. That’s why, earlier, I said I run on crystals. It was arcanite to which I referred!” She blushed. “I just ... I just figured saying crystals would be less confusing.”
“Thanks,” I said, dryly. “So, all the arcanite on Earth is tapped?”
“Yes!” she said. “To be honest the only way that we’re going to be able to launch a ship and go faster than light is if I take arcanite from the food production centers. But, um.” She coughed. “I don’t think Earth needs those anymore, really.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “So, this arcanite had nothing at all to do with everyone leaving the Earth to go into space?”
“Are you suggesting that the people of Earth left their home and me alone for centuries for mere temporal magical power?” Alin asked, her eyes widening. “No, no, that doesn’t sound like something the Alliance of Light would do.”
I winced internally. “Well. We can ask them when we get out there.”
Alin nodded as I turned back towards the ships.
“So, we can only power one jump drive with arcanite. Is there an upper limit?” I asked. “Like. To the size of a ship?”
“Only the practicalities of launching and maneuvering,” Alin said. “I think the largest recorded ship is ten kilometers long – the Silver Zephyr, which was created as an art project in the year 3210, before the invention of the jump drive.” She clasped her hands behind her back and looked pleased with herself. “Given innovations and advancements between then and now, we can probably push a twenty kilometer long ship, if you want. With tonnage to boot!”
I snorted. “Okay, but I don’t think we’re going to need the ISD Executor.” I rubbed my chin. “But we could use a mothership. So, there’s this old game called Homeworld. Well, they made some remakes. But in the game, the mothership had a factory, it had some research laboratories, it was able to hold other ships in its hanger bay. So, basically, it could move and deploy a fleet around, using its faster than light engines.” I grinned, slightly. “Could we make that?”
“Sure!” Alin said. “These ships are relatively modular. All we have to do is take the schematics and put them together in a design program!” She clapped her hands together, then spread them out, revealing a shimmering latticework of glowing lines, which coalesced into a screen full of complicated lines of text and letters, with bars, graphs, and other indicators. For a few seconds, I swore I was looking at a bunch of incomprehensible Elvish but ... no, the translation magic was still working. It was just that English was quite capable of being incomprehensible all on its own, with bad UX implementation.
“Lets go back to the apartment first,” I said. “I think I’m going to need to sit down for this.”
“Right!”
Alin left me with a cup of coffee – real good coffee, too – and headed off to ‘see to some things.’ I asked her what exactly she needed to see too and I’m fairly sure that Alin thought she had lied to me fairly successfully when she had looked guilty, blushed, then looked off to the left, the right, and finally said ‘to ... reactors! I’m going to manage ... reactors!’ then had vanished in a glittering haze of holographic pixels. I didn’t think that the cute elf AI was going to, like, try and murder me or anything so I was more amused than anything else.
With her gone, I focused on figuring out the interface she had given me access too.
Basically, a real spaceship was a bit more complex than even the relatively sophisticated models used in most of the video games I played. There were numbers indicating how hard it could thrust in each direction, with specific ‘verniers’ getting specific amounts of not just meters per second of velocity change, but also waste heat creation, limits, and cooling systems. After fiddling, I realized that a ‘vernier’ was the conical rocket engine thingy that I had seen on dozens of sci-fi designs throughout the years but never had had a name for before. Neat! I started fiddling with some of the inputs and found that I could add thrusters, remove thrusters, change their values, even alter the shape and design of the coolant systems.
Then there were the submodules. Each individual submodule was a prepackaged design, but I could open each prepackaged designed and then modify how the internals worked down to the tiniest detail. I took one of the living rooms and found that I could totally break the toilet. Better, I could simulate the room and run various functions inside the computer and not just see how I had broken the toilet, but how badly I had broken the fucking toilet. As I watched the simulated water slosh around and the tiny representation of me grab onto his head and stamp his foot in fury and frustration, I laughed.
“Okay,” I said. “This is neat.”
The submodule list was, fortunately, exhaustive enough that I didn’t feel a particular urge to redesign anything in there immediately. Instead, I started off with the bridge, then the reactor, planting them in a grayish space representing the full ship. I put the reactor a good distance from the bridge – after toggling a few indicators showing the radiation areas and how much plating I’d need to keep the reactor from killing me. Or. Whatever ‘magical’ radiation did – since this wasn’t a nuclear reactor, like it would be in Earth.
If, on Earth, we built twenty kilometer long super spaceships, at least.
No, this was a magical reactor. I didn’t know how it worked, but I didn’t need to know how it worked, just that it did, right? If it broke, we had bigger problems than me not knowing how it worked. I frowned. “Okay, make a note, learn how reactors work so you can fix it later,” I said, rubbing my palms against my face.
With the reactor planted, I tweaked the bridge a few times, trying to get the control systems for the ship’s engines, gunnery systems, sensors, science and factories all close enough together that I might have a chance of running it by myself. The end result was a computer console so long that I’d need a powered chair on rails to jet between sections and more arms than an octopus to run it all. So, I reset all my fiddling and shook my head.
“Fuck,” I said. “Okay, hopefully Alin can help me run it.”
“I can.”
I blinked, then spun around and saw Alin standing in the doorway. She smiled at me, shyly, and was wearing the same strange skintight outfit with frilly skirt thing she had been wearing before. But something was ever so subtly different about her, and I couldn’t quite figure out what. My brow furrowed as she stepped into the room.
“I can run any system on the ship, not as well as a trained person, but, I have all the data on the systems.” She hesitated. “T-The issue is basically heuristics – all the manuals in the universe can’t cover muscle memory and trained reactions. But I can learn those!”
I nodded. “Okay! So, I don’t need to panic about the bridge needing five people.” I turned to face the screens. “Though, uh, I suppose the physical controls won’t be-”
Alin’s hands planted themselves onto my shoulders. They were warm and soft and very feminine. My eyes widened and my cheeks suddenly burned brightly as she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I can use physical controls.”
“W- ... Whoa!” I sprang to my feet, spun around, stumbled, and almost fell over my own chair. I backed away from Alin, then gaped at her, holding my hands up between us. “You’re not a hologram anymore?”
“Nope!” she said. “I’m a biot!”
“A biological robot?” I asked.
“Yes! Very good,” she said. “How did you know what a biot is?”
“I ... read a book that had a biot in it,” I said, shaking my head. “I ... how did you make ... did ... when...”
Right. The reactors she was going to manage. Well that explained that extremely obvious in retrospect mystery. I lowered my hands, while Alin blushed and clasped her hand behind her back, bouncing on her toes.
“Well, there’s a large biological factory only sixteen kilometers from the Awakening Center. I brought online several their limb and organ fabrication systems and built a body that matches my holographic design, threading it together with cybernetics wherever the machines couldn’t produce something sophisticated enough – for example, the brain needed to be computerized and the interconnections between brain and spinal column required cybernetics.” She smiled, shyly. “But everything else from my ears to my toes is all classic elf. Well, okay, updated elf.”
“What’s updated?” I asked.
“Well, in the time between the Pre-Isekai Era and now, it was discovered that a lot of biological features of all the races of Earth are flawed. Elves, for example, may not have died of age, but they did get increasingly brittle bones, their eyes slowly accumulated excess focusing crystal shavings which led to ocular pressure, their ear nerves were wired backwards ... similar flaws were in goblins, minotaurs, oni, all the magic folk, really.”
“Evolution is like that,” I said, slowly.
“Oh, no, it’s because the Goddess of Light was working in a time crunch,” Alin said, her ears twitching up with a happy smile.
“One of these days, you’re going to try and joke around like that and I’m just going to believe you,” I said, smiling right back – it was impossible to not smile at Alin when she looked so pleased. Alin giggled. Then she took a step forward, then another step, then, to my total shock, she bounced up and kissed me right on the lips. Her lips were soft and sweet – and I, for just a moment, enjoyed it. Being kissed was ... really nice, actually. But...
I grabbed onto her shoulders, then gently pushed her back, away from me.
“A-Alin, uh,” I said. “Don’t.”
Alin blinked, and honest to god, her ears drooped. They almost touched her shoulders. It was one of the saddest things I had ever seen. I felt my own heart, which was pretty stomped on already by the kissing, get stomped on even harder. “W-Why?” she asked.
“Alin! Look at me!” I exclaimed, gesturing at myself.
“You’re a human being,” she said. “Average height, brown hair...”
I winced. One of the things about being alone and away from mirrors was that I had gotten to not think about how I looked. It was actually one of the nice things about being alone in an endless city with just one person around – I could pretend that I wasn’t ... wasn’t...
It all came out in one rush.
“I’m balding at twenty five. I have a badly fixed hairlip, my teeth are all fucked up, I’m fat, I have a-a ... a really tiny dick. I’m ugly. I’m ugly, ugly, ugly.” I rubbed my palms against my face, trying to keep the tears back. Fortunately, I had a lot of practice. Unfortunately, it made my voice all choked and stupid sounding. “That’s ... that’s not why I got into video games, or became a professional, but it sure fucking helped that I could use an avatar and a screen name, and not have to actually ... be ... seen.” I fidgeted, looking away.
“You don’t look ugly to me,” Alin said, blushing. “I mean. I don’t even know what ugly would look like.” She looked down at her feet. “I’m not supposed to actually want to kiss anyone. But I’ve been alone for a long time, and in ninety five percent of the movies I’ve watched, kissing people helps.”
I blushed, hard. “You have seen how many films?”
“Only six thousand,” she said.
You know, I thought. Considering how long she’s been alone, that is actually a fairly modest amount.
“Okay. Maybe you don’t think I’m ugly. But I think I’m ugly.” I shook my head. “It’s kinda hard to ... I mean...” I turned away from her, then shuffled over to the computer and sat down. It wasn’t that it was hard to imagine throwing myself at the elf girl. It would be absolutely fantastic to ... do ... all sorts of things. But the issue was, if I looked up at any time, and I saw my face in the wall, or if I looked down, or ... fuck, if I thought about it for five seconds, the very idea just made my skin crawl. “I have to get the ship working.”
Alin stood behind me, then put her hand on my shoulder.
“Do...” She hesitated.
“No, I’m fine, really,” I said. The lies were remarkably easy, considering how often I had said them. It was good practice.
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