Chapter 437: How Can This Be? Because He Is the...

This just can’t be. It can’t, can it?

I got a surge of information from my implant that was too damn incredible to believe.

Records the man-in-the-machine had buried deep in archives were accessed and pulled back into his hot data stores. He didn’t do it. I did.

Oh, piss off! You are the one that let me interface to your network without filters or restrictions when I was learning how to recreate Paula.

Jude didn’t seem to mind me driving in silence because she couldn’t stop watching Judith sleeping peacefully in the back seat.

I couldn’t run through all the data I found and asked the man-in-the-machine’s AI to data-mine it for me. It didn’t take them long.

Fuck!

When I was around eighteen months to two years old, I had one of the life-ending accidents that didn’t kill me. Hundreds of seekers reported feeling a blast of something that made them lock onto me and try to find me. Those who didn’t even know they were seekers did the same unconsciously. It is how they found Jude, among hundreds of others.

Only Jude was an innocent child corrupted by evil bastards in a lab somewhere. All the others had no problems believing that people like me were abominations.

“Don’t blame yourself, David,” Jude told me when I said what I found. “How could you have known? You weren’t even two years old? Recheck whatever data you accessed. I don’t think it happened again, or I would have felt it.”

She is right. That was a one-time thing.

I got a rash of shit at the front desk, with Jude holding Judith in her lap.

At least the specks of precious metals and gemstones look like she rolled around in glitter.

“You know what, I own this resort, and you are fired. Get out now,” I yelled, bringing security, the day shift manager, and three desk clerks who were taking their breaks while it was slow.

“Please get me the room keys for my suite,” I told them. “That arrogant ass threatened to call the cops for a long list of reasons, not the least of which being that I was impersonating the owner. I don’t know what crap that girl got into, but she needs a bath. All three of us needed something to eat, so I came here. The reviews said I wouldn’t have to expect this sort of treatment. I will assume it was only the one desk clerk that enjoys SWATting customers.”

“My apologies, Mr. Jones,” the manager said, looking completely embarrassed. “I will have those keys for you immediately. Please do reconsider terminating the desk clerk you encountered. If you must fire someone, please fire me. I mistakenly allowed him to work the desk without another desk clerk out there to supervise. He is a hard, tireless worker but needs supervision because he is very literal in interpreting policies and procedures. I will make sure that this doesn’t happen again if you let him have another chance.”

I looked at the desk clerk, and he was almost in tears.

I walked over to him and said, “I will make you a deal. You can keep working here if you promise me to defer to your supervisor, manager, or call me directly if you find yourself in any situation that isn’t something you can do in your sleep. My friend’s dad owns thousands of hotels and resorts with people who act as you did, but they don’t have any reasons other than being jerks. Here is something you can use as a gauge for when to get some help. Anything that comes up where you can’t be so polite that the people who are teaching manners feel they are rude to you and the Boy Scouts come to have you teach them how to be helpful, you need to bring in your supervisor or manager. That is their job to deal with problems like that or help you learn how to do it yourself. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” he told me.

“Very polite, but I haven’t even been eighteen all that long. I don’t feel like a sir, so you can call me David,” I told him. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes, sir, er, David,” he said, correcting himself.

We got the key cards. I picked up Judith to carry her. When I did, she shifted, the towel fell off, and her butt was now facing the front desk.

She chose them to let out what was probably her first fart since she was trapped in the volcanic rock.

Is this how it would look if a pixie or fairy farted?

“Well, now. It seems that this little girl did get this stuff inside her everywhere,” I said to break the tension.

They were making fairy fart jokes as the elevator door closed.

Judith started giggling.

“I wonder how much my poop is going to be worth when it happens. I was screaming when the molten rock pushed in on me. I felt it going down my throat into my lungs. It soon pushed up into both holes down there and my ears too. I felt it pushing out the places where the eggs go inside me to make babies. It filled the inside of my body. Nothing was destroyed or burned, just filled with this stuff,’ Judith said when she stopped giggling. “While I waited on you to find mommy and bring her here, I used what little energy I had to tunnel from the outside in to have somewhere to push the stuff out of me. With that done, I think I made gold doo-doo. We won’t know until it is time for me to poop.”

Well, so she has. I wonder if we should leave her golden nuggets for the staff to find.

Jude had no problems with me making her messy, not even when Judith not only came out from the bathroom to watch but got on my back to ride the bucking bronco.

“Ok, you two, there is no way I can cum with all that giggling,” I told them. “Off to your happy place, Judith.”

I tied my shield into her to provide every kind of energy she needed and then put a shield around her cum trigger to keep her getting off for hours unless I took it away.

Jude got three loads of cum before we stopped to let her pussy rest and order food.

I reached out to Molly, somehow connecting into her head directly, without an implant. I put into her head what I had learned about Jude and Judith. I told her what Judith said. Molly was pissed she couldn’t get in my head over the link, but I let her work with my implant to find what she needed to do what Judith wanted.

“You can’t be here in my head, David. It shouldn’t be possible. I miss you,” Molly said over the link, and I could feel the raw emotion. “This is going to be hard for you to do, David, but you must. Judith isn’t covered with volcanic rock and dust. It is what her body consists of now. Look at her eyes. They are solid stones. I’m sending what you are going to need. Just don’t waver. You can’t.”

I broke the link, told Jude a high level of what Molly said. Jude and I cleaned up as we waited for food and whatever Molly was sending. Judith was blissfully unaware of anything but the raw pleasures of her continuous orgasm. While Jude and I ate, people moved around outside the part of the suite where the three of us were right now.

Molly called me and said, “It is what she asked you to have me do for her. She has one chance. I don’t know if she will survive if this fails. Be strong, David. It is going to be the hardest thing you have ever done, and you will be powerless to do anything should it fail.”

I took the shield off Judith’s cum trigger and let her catch her breath. When she sat up, she asked if I could get the stuff to help her age.

“You aren’t covered in that dust. You are that dust, sweet girl. Molly had people bring what you need,” I told her as we walked out to where a big tub full of some black goo sat.

I stripped and got in it before helping Judith get in with me. Jude called the front desk to say that we wouldn’t need any room service or anything for a few days. We had decided to enjoy ourselves a few days away from everyone.

“I’m sorry, Judith,” I told her as I moved her in front of me and then pushed her down into the black goo.

With her legs trapped under me, I held her shoulders down against the bottom of the tub. I found out why Molly said I would be powerless to do anything to ease Judith’s suffering. My shield was having to charge the goo while at the same time keeping Judith from building any energy up. When I felt her lungs fill with the goo, I wanted to pull her out to get it out of her, to let her breathe, but I couldn’t.

No time bubble to help take the pain away.

I fought the tearing at my heart for the next two days as I kept Judith held down in the goo. Sometime in the middle of the third morning, some androids came in to connect hoses to the tank, bring Jude more food, start up a pump and left. Over the next eighteen hours, the goo slowly converted into something I felt was now liquid protein, minerals, and nutrients. I saw it as Judith’s non-stop fighting pulled the last of the black goo from her lungs. Soon it came out the other end too. When I felt the last of it was gone from the tank, Judith quit fighting. She looked up at me as she began breathing in this new liquid. For the first time since this started, I was able to stop holding her down and move off the top of her. All I needed to do now was rest my hand on her chest and keep one leg over hers. Maybe two hours later, she was asleep.

I got a bit scared when people rushed into the room, reached into the tank, grabbed her head, and shoved tubes down her throat into her stomach. A full-face mask went on that began circulating the same fluid from this tank. She got a catheter and a long sort of tubing pushed up into her butt. My implant showed me that this put stuff into her intestines like a feeding tube. The liquid would go out near her stomach, and the pressure would drain what her body didn’t absorb back out to somewhere before the stuff made it to her colon. From there, different fluids took care of what the colon needed to do. All this stuff going into her body was monitored to find what she needed when. When they verified that this stuff wasn’t leaking, they drained the tank and then did something that flushed all the old fluid out until it only had distilled water in it.

“She will sleep now until we are ready for the part that will be hundreds of times worse on her than what you two just faced, an android told me. You need to replenish what your body depleted and requires for the next two days. We will be about to give you a paste that generates minimal waste,” it told me.

I ate, used the throne, fucked Jude into an orgasmic coma, and then got into the contraption they had here now. Judith went into my arms. I had a thing put over my head that sealed around my throat, with my shield making it airtight. Unlike Judith, this one was circulating fresh air.

The androids moved to cover up what Judith and I were inside now. Slowly, some sort of thick fluid began to fill in around us. Once it was a foot over my head, it rapidly cooled. I began to feel the volcanic dust under my hand freezing. It woke Judith, and she screamed out as much as the liquid circulating in her lungs let her. Even as I knew the temperature dropped below negative fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the fluid allowed me to move. I felt the tears running down my face when Judith’s hair froze and broke away as I tried to comfort her. She reached up to hold my hands. I fell asleep at some point but woke up with a jolt. Judith’s body was frozen solid. She was alive and felt the pain but couldn’t do anything. All I could do was tell her that I was still here with her. Someone knew what they were doing, somehow.

The fluid level got lowered from time to time to give me something to eat, but only so long as Judith’s temperature didn’t start to rise above some target value.

The morning of the second day after her body froze solid, I felt the change start deep inside her. It was small, but I was feeling cracks forming in her frozen body. Like an ice cube warming when taken out of the freezer, her body started fracturing. It began slowly, but soon, the cracking sped up. She was moving a bit now, even as the cracking continued. But after about an hour, she froze solid again. This happened all day and night, but while I was asleep, the process stopped.

A few hours after that, I felt the gel around us start warming up. It continued to heat up past what would have cooked us both if not for how we were. The gel began to begin more like a liquid, boiled, and was vented off somewhere. When it was gone, the heating stopped.

Androids helped me take off my helmet and get out of the thing Judith and I had been inside. I lifted her out as they moved around the machines. We took her to where Jude was waiting. She didn’t look happy about seeing me carrying in Judith.

I hadn’t noticed the various tubes being removed, except the ones going into her lungs.

I was directed to put her down on one of the beds. They had put something on it that looked like a square wading pool.

“You didn’t get to see your child born or hear her first cries,” one of the androids said to Jude. “David was unaware of what was required, but without him, your child wouldn’t exist or live now. Please, go tell your daughter it is time to breathe as you pull the tubes from her lungs. It is up to her to choose if she wishes to expel what is the closest thing to amniotic fluids we can create in a lab.”