Chapter 404: the Start of a Social Interlude

Mid- to Late-September 2007

I'll stop describing the details of my Voyage of Discovery in order to devote some chapters to a "Social Interlude". I'm sure you understand that I - 8B, the just arrived minds - need R&R (Rest and Recreation) even more than I want to experiment with my special abilities, as required by my job as the Voyager. That's especially true for the minds that had rolled the twelve 6s to start the Voyage. R&R and experimentation were both good reasons to pause in this dimension, so I planned on being here much longer than has been the case in my Voyage so far.

Even before the Voyagers arrived, 8A were deserving of some R&R. They'd had a tough life recently, for reasons briefly listed in the next section. The next few chapters are mostly about 8A's life before the Voyager's arrival. Until that happened, 8A were a fairly typical five-merge Mark, one of a billion such Marks throughout the W-Dimension.

[To confirm the "one of a billion such Marks" comment: While carrying out the "First Clash Numbers" test we'd realized that something similar could be done except that only 1-in-1,000 five-merged Marks would participate to keep the data volume manageable. It'd find out how many thousands of us there were. If the First Clash Numbers were insufficiently distinguishable from an infinite population, we'd repeat the test with only 1-in-1,000,000 Marks participating to find out how many millions of us there were. The process would repeat with ever-larger magnitudes until the experiment returned a value that was significantly distinguishable from an infinite population. Nothing had been done about that idea until soon after most of the five-merged Marks had heard that a Voyager had been determined. They'd started the population estimate experiment at the million magnitude because there being a Voyaging winner implied that there were something like two billion five-merged Marks. The way it was tuned, an answer of roughly 2,000 (the million multiplier was built in) would be easy to distinguish from infinite. News of that census method had also been spread downward, so the smaller Marks would be doing their own census estimates too, but those will take MUCH longer to produce a result. The census eventually returned a value of one billion five-merged Marks, but not for a few weeks yet so I'm being a little naughty giving the figure now. I'm doing so because it's easier for me to write about there being a known number of five-merged Marks rather than writing of it as being indefinite all the time. With there being only a billion of us at the time we'd diced to determine a Voyager, it had been slightly unlikely that one of us had rolled twelve 6s, but all of us would have rolled again a month later with one fewer die, and again the next month too if necessary, so one or more of us would have 'won' sooner or later.]

It's been a while since my social situation has been discussed and there are some differences in this dimension, so I'll take the time to set the scene properly. It's cumbersome for me to write the following chapters while retaining the perspective of the Mark that this autobiography is focused on, especially because he hasn't arrived here yet, so until further notice, "I" and "me" refers to the Mark in this dimension, "Mom" refers to his mom, etc. Notice that the date range for this chapter starts three months before the Voyager's eighth merge brought him into "my" dimension on December 11.

My need for recreation stems from the accumulation of many events [the Voyaging Marks' emotional agony from having to say "Goodbye" to his loved ones so many times not having impacted on me yet]:

• I'd lived as Ron rather than my true self for slightly more than a year, from mid-2006 until my pseudo-resurrection as Mark. As Ron, I'd done fairly well for myself recreationally, but living a false life hadn't been truly restful. Being careful not to give the game away had been a constant worry, and it was surprising how the lack of being challenged to achieve anything of personal significance had become annoying over time.

• The few days leading up to the resurrection had been particularly hard, as Archangel Michael had been very active and I'd been increasingly worried and paranoid about the Government's many possible responses. The parents and I also had to make the go/no-go decisions for each of Archangel Michael's appearances and of the resurrection itself, which were scary, high-stakes decisions. All of our lives might have been lost. Still might be, if one of the many risks facing us gets out of control.

• Post-resurrection, nearly all of June had been spent battling the Government. The direct causes of those conflicts were the UAV being over our home and the FBI's gas canisters and bugs being found by the Army, but those were just the symptoms. We HAD to push the Government out of our lives. If we didn't, then sooner or later they'd see or hear something that would ruin our lives. The assholes wouldn't have let the law or morality constrain them if they'd decided we might be controlling Archangel Michael, or if they became aware that Ron and Mark might be the same person, or that I had marvelous abilities. They'd swoop on us and our lives would be over. The only alternative was for me to live the rest of my life as an ordinary person, NEVER doing or saying anything unusual. That sounds like an easy, safe choice, but it was actually so intolerable that it didn't even need to be discussed. So June had been a VERY tough month. My raiding military bases, threatening nuclear warfare, and trying to covertly exert maximum pressure on the Government had stressed everyone in my families. The public, media and religious organizations had not made our situation any less stressful, and the religious nutcases had been very real dangers. I haven't written much about it, but being in public had never been restful as too many people kept reacting strongly to me.

• The President had capitulated - so he promised and we believed - in mid-June, but the public nuisances and dangers had continued throughout the rest of June and into July and August. Although we'd tried to keep everything low key, my body's changes had to be seen to happen, which kept some of the spotlight on us. Fortunately the July 21st visit to the Sondarm Christian School, especially the angel's demonstration of its goodness by flying people around for fun, had helped reduce the public threat, as had the simple passing of time.

• Even by late-August there was still some pressure on us, and especially on me. I had been able to leave home and do things in public, but I'd had to be extremely careful. When Dad and I had gone on our fishing trip, for example, we'd been accompanied by a large security detachment and the local police and park rangers had also been involved. Our vacation had been less relaxing than it should have been, although much better than staying in Corvallis. I had truly relaxed for hours at a time when out in the canoe with Dad, but a few hours out of months was not a happy proportion.

• In mid-September I'd had a couple really enjoyable days in Noumea before the déjà vu that warned me of the Surveillance Problem, which I'd confirmed immediately upon our return from Noumea. That Problem not only largely ruined my Noumea vacation, but became a long-lasting, major source of stress.

• Very shortly after we had returned from Noumea, Ron's body had completed its transformation into Mark's. The announcement of that milestone excited the public anew. Our being very rich and having the Guardian Angel had given us considerable control over our interactions with the rest of the world - I shudder to think of the abuses we would've suffered had we been without those protections - but they hadn't given us total control. I hadn't been able to walk casually around town, go to the movies when I felt like it, or even do much open chatting-up of pretty girls in case that got twisted into me being immoral and therefore obviously the Devil which nutcases would feel inspired to kill. Fortunately the public interest had reasonably quickly waned after my full transformation, aided by the very boring, non-religious press interviews I'd given.

• It had taken a further two months, until November 10, to blow the lid off the Surveillance Problem (earlier in this autobiography, it'd been blown on November 12. The lid was blown the same way but two days earlier here). But because of the sources of stress described above, I'd started having some fun even before November. That's why I'd started my SCS project: my game of trying to seduce every beautiful girl that went to that school, which I restricted to just the juniors and seniors for practical reasons and to reduce the risk of emotionally upsetting too-young girls. The surveillers were a problem that temporarily put my SCS project on hold, but when it was clear that the surveillers were being very unaggressive, I let the SCS project proceed. It would be an entertaining, long-term distraction for me, and because I'd been holding it back - many of those girls already being very interested and trying to press themselves forward - it was very easy to take the brakes off it and let it gather speed again.

I'll describe my SCS project at length. Because it was such a long-term project its description has the side benefit of providing a convenient framework for me to include references to other events, but I'll be describing it at length mostly because I did devote a great deal of time to it. I gave it far more attention than it deserved because it WAS undeserved. After months of making life-or-death decisions, it was GREAT to be able to just play around with girls. They can be very relaxing once you're good enough at managing them.

In this dimension, my SCS project had started the same way as it had in the original Voyaging Mark's dimension: I'd had the angel separate out the four bi-phobic girls from the artwork teams, then Carol and I had told the nine sensible girls about my looking for another girlfriend or two, we'd had some fun around the Kids' Pool that evening, and they'd made an oath to God to keep my secrets. The two arts teams had continued with their work while we'd been vacationing in Noumea, half of their members working slowly to maximize the time they could interact with me. School was due to restart only one week after we returned from Noumea, so the non-bi-phobic SCS girls didn't have much time to make me interested in them, which worried them considerably. All that was as previously described.

Events in this dimension differed on our return from Noumea in mid-September. I never bothered trying to find out why they did, by now being used to dimensional differences being inexplicable. It was useless trying to determine the branching point because that answered nothing, especially as I believed they were the consequence of earlier branching points, and the first one for a particular cascade was the result of simple random variation anyway. I'll start explaining events in this dimension from this point in time.

On our return from Noumea, on the way from the airport to home, I confirmed that the Surveillance Problem existed in my dimension. One of the consequences of that was my deciding that it would be safer to limit my SCS project to fewer and to non-physical events. No more swimming laps in our outdoor pool at three times the world-record speed! Even my talks with the girls would be watered down, with far fewer references to God backing me up, and I'd stop using the Guardian Angel to type text messages. I feared that the surveillers might question the girls about what went on when they were with me, and the bullshit I could fool girls with would be too obviously self-serving when considered by suspicious investigators. To have the Guardian Angel participate in my self-serving bullshit would create the dangerous suspicion that it was too servile toward me, which would quickly lead to the thought that perhaps it was of me rather than of God. [[Cheney and the top CIA bosses had decided weeks ago that the Guardian Angel wasn't of God, and were already trying to find out what it was. My having been observed swimming so fast by a satellite as part of my chatting up the SCS girls was just one of my many little, and some not-so-little, giveaways.]]

On our first morning back from Noumea, my girls and I approached the SCS art groups working on our property. Not all of the group members were working that day - it was vacation time after all - but all nine of the girls I'd started seducing had come because they were very eager to meet me again (I'll hereafter call them my "first-contact nine"). We did some innocuous "We're back and we had a great time. How are you?"-type chitchat as we reviewed their two paintings. Meanwhile, Carol was pulling each of them aside ostensibly to do one-on-one, art-project-related interviews for our reports to their school. She covertly told my first-contact nine that they were invited to dinner two evenings hence, and that they weren't to try to talk with me before then. I was keeping them away from me until I'd evaluated the "Surveillance Problem" [as it was only later called, once I understood its nature] to find out how much of a threat it was. Had I concluded that the baddies had aggressive intentions, I would've canceled the dinner invite. Fortunately for my SCS project, the bugs I planted on the baddies quickly let me know that they were extremely non-aggressive, not even wanting to get within five hundred feet of me. They truly deserved to be called "Surveillers".

Before the dinner for the first-contact nine, I coached Nevaeh with a few things I wanted her to say and do, what attitude I wanted her to have, etc. I also explained an aspect of my SCS project that she hadn't previously known about: "You know that the main reason I'm dealing with your school is to help my reputation with your parents and the local Christians generally. But seeing as how I'm dealing with so many people from SCS, there's more going on than just a PR exercise. I know we told you before that I was looking for another girlfriend or two from SCS, and that truly might happen, but the real reason behind what we're doing is that God has given me another test, this time to seduce and bed the most beautiful girls at your school. I have to do it in a way that keeps them happy both before and after I bed them. It's a difficult test of my people-management skills. God didn't specify, but I've decided 'most beautiful' means the top 10%, and that His test applies only to the junior and senior girls. Younger girls would be so easy for me to seduce that they wouldn't be a test."

That the targets be happy was an important moral requirement, even more important to me than my getting sex from them. I was going to be manipulating the girls for the challenge of it, but my need to win my self-challenge wasn't high enough for me to abuse them. I was also so famous that I was actually getting too many offers for sex, so that wasn't really my motivation, and it certainly wasn't worth upsetting my targets over. God and I actually thought alike when I explained my morally important "the girls remain happy" requirement to Nevaeh.

I was worried that Nevaeh might think that I'd had ulterior motives in meeting her, so I made sure she understood that this project had started AFTER Carol and I had met her, that it had NOTHING to do with why she was our friend, and that she was neither part of nor counted in the test. I told her that I was sure that it was her presence in my life that made God suggest the test, because I never would have had anything to do with SCS if not for her. She trusted me, so that was fine.

As you can see, God does work in mysterious ways. Nevaeh certainly thought so. She knew I was sexually moral and she'd never criticize God's morals, so her main reaction was giggling over the amazing tests God gives me. She joked about how much her schoolmates are going to enjoy it, and she was eager to help. She's a wonderful girlfriend.

Nevaeh would be a great agent provocateur because none of the SCS girls knew the extent of her relationship with us. They knew that Nevaeh and Julia got along disturbingly well together (in my opinion) because of their common interest in fashion. They thought that Nevaeh was probably my favorite among the SCS girls because she'd said some surprisingly smart things when we'd had our pre-Noumea Grand Tour, poolside flirting and cock examination, but as far as the SCS girls knew, Nevaeh hadn't even kissed any of us.

We were well prepared for the first-contact nine's dinner. Not long after the last attendee arrived, we started passing around pictures of our Noumea vacation. One of the girls queried Nevaeh for why she was studying one photo so closely.

Nevaeh answered, "It shows Carol's body very well." It showed Carol in just the bottom half of an Australian bikini, so she was effectively naked. "I'm thinking about how much I'll enjoy being Carol's lover if Mark picks me to live here."

"NEVAEH!" screamed all the other SCS girls, shocked by something they never expected to hear from her.

"{Giggle}. I know; I'm surprised too. We know the Guardian Angel approves of girls having sex together, so God must approve too, and I think Carol is very nice and sexy. If Mark asks me to live here, I'm looking forward to sleeping with Carol some nights."

While her friends were expressing their surprise at Nevaeh's new attitude, Carol got up, walked across to Nevaeh, and 'laid one on'. The two girls kissed passionately for several seconds, while Nevaeh's friends looked on in further surprise.

Carol finished her kiss, climbed into Nevaeh's lap, and the two girls hugged each other with visible lust on their faces. No acting was required for that, as they both very much enjoy having sex together. Carol was particularly enjoying behaving sexually in front of the other girls.

Nevaeh asked Carol, "Would you mind if I wait to see if Mark will take my virginity first, before you and I become lovers?"

Carol enthusiastically agreed, "That's a WONDERFUL idea. I'll lie beside you when you and Mark are making love for the first time, and after he cums in you, you can roll over and sit on my face so I can suck his jism out of you."

"CAROL!" screamed all the SCS girls. They'd spent enough time socializing with Carol during their art projects and the long lunchtime conversations that they weren't reluctant to express their shock.

"Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I'm scared of male cum. I love Mark and it'll be hot to suck his seed out of Nevaeh's pussy."

"But he's your BROTHER!"

"So?"

The ensuring discussion gave us many opportunities to teach these girls to give up their stupid sexual hang-ups. In summary: "Sure the church and society has taught you that some sexual practices are immoral, but they've taught you incorrectly. Do you want me to ask the Guardian Angel to confirm it?" This was an important point and worth bringing out the big guns for.

Not only did the Guardian Angel confirm that Carol's suggestion was perfectly fine, it even communicated that Carol's idea was a wonderful way for her to demonstrate her love for me. The angel didn't stop there either, adding, "If Carol wasn't a lesbian, God and I would expect Carol and Mark to be lovers. Relationships built on mutual love are always moral, and God wants sex to happen within such relationships. Sex is for fun, but it's also for sharing love."

"Wow!" exclaimed the surprised SCS girls, who had previously misunderstood what the correct and moral role of sex in their lives should be.

"What about between a father and daughter?" asked one of them.

"That's easy," I answered, having anticipated this question. I had no interest in convincing these girls that incest of any sort was moral. I was just using it to push them into believing that far more sex was permissible than they'd thought before, and to test something (explained soon). I gave them an answer that quelled the incest issue, but not in a way that was foolishly anti-sex: "This applies to mothers and sons, fathers and sons, and mothers and daughters too, because genders don't make any difference to sexual morality. All of those cases are immoral because parents have an essential responsibility to be dependable authority figures for their kids. Kids absolutely need that. It would not be true love for the parents to diminish their ability to raise their child properly just because they wanted some sex. Being a parent is an authority role, while being lovers is a partnership role. Once their 'child' is fully independent, say aged thirty or more, then sex with their parents would be fine as it'd be between equals, but not until then."

Julia got us off this irrelevant topic by saying, "Carol has often sucked Mark's cum out of Ava and me. She's also hung up his clothes on the clothesline. Do you think it's immoral of her to handle her brother's underwear? Things associated with sex, like underwear or cum, aren't actually sex themselves. Plus God wouldn't mind sex between Carol and Mark anyway because they love each other so much. It's not your fault, but you've been taught some foolish and unhappy attitudes to sex. I'm impressed by how quickly Nevaeh has rethought what she's been taught."

"Thanks," said Nevaeh, "but it's easy. I just have to see what you do to know that it's fine. I think I'll just assume that all sex is fine if the participants' attitudes are giving rather than taking. That seems to be what God is saying." We hadn't coached Nevaeh on this point so she was giving her honest opinion of what she thought God's attitude was, based on what she'd learned about God from us and the Guardian Angel. Her interpretation was more or less right so I let it stand (actually less right but more useful).

Julia was quick to agree, tacking on something we'd planned to insert at an opportune moment, "Exactly right! God doesn't really care about WHAT we do, but It does care about WHY we do it. Speaking of God, all of you should remember that you swore an oath to God not to spread any of Mark's secrets. You've seen that the Guardian Angel does kill people, so you'd be committing suicide if you tried to tell anyone that Carol has tasted Mark's cum. Breaking an oath to God would be a VERY serious mistake, especially because the oath was to protect Mark and you know he's VERY important to God."

"{Gulp}."

They were scared. I could have scared them a great deal more, but I didn't want to. Telling them about Carol drinking my cum was a test. Not of their integrity. They were chosen only for their art skills and being non-bi-phobic, so their integrity would be random. Over the nine of them, some were bound to be somewhat dishonest. What we were testing was the effectiveness of the "Oath to God" tactic because one day it might be useful to be confident that it was a very powerful motivator. Carol's drinking my cum was very salacious and would make wonderful gossip, so if the story never gets out the Oath will have proved itself.

If the story does get out, it won't matter much. It wasn't the slightest bit illegal because it was being done 'second hand' (so to speak), and it wasn't even particularly immoral because a girl was doing it. Girls don't get in legal trouble for sex. Hollywood sluts can flash their pussies and the press clamors to take photos, but if a Hollywood male flashed his cock in public, he'd be ridiculed, convicted of a crime and sent to jail. If questioned about it, Carol would simply say, "I'm a lesbian but I was curious about how guys taste. I was never going to ask any guy to give me some directly, but Julia and Ava let me try it from them. My curiosity has been satisfied now and I don't like the taste so I won't be doing it again." If she's feeling particularly racy, Carol could add, "I'm happy to remain a lesbian because girls taste much better."

If I'm asked about it, I'll simply say, "I was shocked when Carol did it. I understand why she didn't want to taste any other guy, and I feel some pride that she does feel safe about me, but I SINCERELY hope she never does it again because it made me feel very uncomfortable. Mom has told me that sharing is good, but I'm pretty sure she didn't mean that so I'm going to draw the line."

The worst that would happen is that our mailroom would be inundated with thousands of letters from guys offering to let Carol suck their dicks. We'd have to put some of our male staff on the letter-opening job for a couple of weeks, rather than the usual middle-aged ladies, to intercept all the self-promoting pictures. Or maybe we should let the 'ladies' choose whether to be temporarily swapped out of that job.

The SCS girls understood the possible lethality of their oath, and it naturally worried them, so I started cheering them up. "Relax, provided you keep your mouths shut about my secrets then you've got nothing to worry about." It wasn't that easy to relax them, but I eventually distracted them by talking about sex. Using the earlier events as the starting point, I got a discussion going about girl-on-girl sex, group sex, drinking my jism, and other topics. Initially it was just me and my girls talking, but the SCS girls eventually started participating.

The conversation was just more bullshit to justify what we wanted the girls to believe about sex. As it happened, what I was saying was the truth because there's nothing immoral about girl-on-girl action. It's a good, happy, fun and friendly activity. As Julia pointed out, "If they're both generously trying to please each other, it's obviously moral." The same argument applied to group sex too.

I was even happy to answer the obvious question with, "Sure. If I meet a guy that I sincerely want to give physical pleasure to, then that'll be fine with me." Despite its tiny size, "if" is an amazingly useful word.

My girls kept linking sex to several other things that they knew girls loved, such as, "It's SO romantic making love in Paris. Whenever he's feeling especially sentimental, Mark can fly all his girlfriends to Paris for a romantic getaway. We can make love all night, go to private viewings of designer collections during the day, and fantastic restaurants, art galleries and the world's best theater shows in the evenings, with all of us dressed in the VERY best designer dresses available. Nevaeh, get your maroon dress out of the closet."

"Good idea!" exclaimed Nevaeh happily, extracting herself from under Carol and rushing to get it. I'm not into fashion, but I LOVE fashion where there's not much of it for the girl to get into. That dress of Nevaeh's has virtually no front, is even sexier than Carol's first special occasion dress, and it somehow manages to be FAR classier too (it probably cost nearly a hundred times more, so it should look classy). Although it's way more glamorous and impressive than that dress of Carol's, hers will always have a VERY special place in my heart. Not that Nevaeh ever could, but if she wore her dress to a school social, at least half the guys would mess their shorts. That's no joke! If I had seen Nevaeh in it before Julia provided me with so much sexual experience, I have no doubt that I would've blown off in my jockeys. I get very hard when I see her wear it. She's only had it for two weeks, but I've asked her to wear it several times, even if only temporarily. I'm no fool!

When Nevaeh returned with her dress, even just holding it up on its hanger blew the socks off our visitors (males and females are different; with males it would have blown "in their jockeys"). Amid their praises, they demanded that Nevaeh put it on; their depression over the threat of being killed by the angel completely forgotten as it had no chance of competing with high fashion.

Nevaeh stripped down to her panties in front of all of us, then put the dress on. Then she had to rush back to the closet because she'd inexplicably forgotten to get the shoes the first time. On her return she paraded back and forth giving twirls whenever asked and - I imagine - smiling from ear to ear the whole time (my eyes rarely got up that high, so I'm only guessing about that).

When the audience was sufficiently cheered up and excited, Nevaeh snuggled into Carol's lap. Carol gave her another passionate kiss and took advantage of the openings provided by the dress to hug and fondle Nevaeh very intimately. The audience was scandalized and oh so jealous, of the dress and the rich lifestyle it implied. In their current mood, and with Carol and Nevaeh's making out being something that God and I approved of - I'm not sure which of us the girls thought was the more important to butter up to, not that it mattered since we were the same - some of the other SCS girls tried to initiate some girl-on-girl activity. Nothing heavy; they just wanted to improve their chance of being picked to live with me. After seeing such an elegant and obviously expensive dress, they were inspired to try harder to achieve that goal (am I being too cynical?).

None of my girls (Carol, Julia or Ava) wanted to cuddle with any of the other SCS girls, and some of the SCS girls weren't happy about receiving such attention from their friends either, so I stopped those things happening in a way that gave the impression that I was very moral. Between my proximity sense and my previous careful studying of their bisexual attitudes, I was able to talk accurately about how each of them felt about the issue. Two pairs of the SCS girls were friendly enough to cuddle together, but I otherwise claimed the moral high ground by insisting that no one else do anything sexual, telling them, "There's NEVER any sexual pressure here. That would be VERY immoral!..." You know how that particular line of our bullshit goes. It's a great tactic because the more you initially tell girls you're not after sex, the more sex you'll get later. Not only does saying such things make them lower their defenses making "later" possible, but "later" also lasts FAR longer than "initially". It's a great tactic with reluctant girls if you can convey it convincingly. In this case it wasn't sex with these girls that I was after, but that doesn't invalidate my point nor stop the tactic being useful in this circumstance.