Chain 063: Supergod

Chain 063: Supergod
Location: India
Age: 33
Identity: Normal Man [+300]
Drawbacks: None

[Free]      Addiction Of Religion
[Free]      Messiah Of The Modern Age
[Free]      Inhuman Relations
[100/1300]  The Son Returns to the Father
[300/1300]  Mountainous Mind
[500/1300]  Failsafe
[800/1300]  Mini Machines
[900/1300]  Choir Of Humanity
[1100/1300] From God To God
[1300/1300] Companion Import: Demona (750 points; Master of Fire, Inhuman Relations, Choir of Humanity, Across the Centuries, A Greater Good, A Wind That Carries Change, From God to God, Non-Sane, The Six Point Five Billion Dollar Man)

>"Such a strange world."
"Many of them are like this - reflections in a broken kaleidoscope. What might have been. This world damned itself, and we are getting the hell out of India at first light. I'll try to mitigate what I can of the damage."
>"And when you are done with your work... then what?"
"I've not the faintest idea, Demona. For all I know I have another hundred thousand years of it ahead of me."
>"No, with me. I thought you knew everything in advance?"
"Well, if I want to change the timeline, I could pretend omniscience, but..."
>"Yes. Dajjal. You mentioned him."
"If I'm lucky I can deal with him. In any event... your body has been upgraded by the local standards, I'd say. You're no angel of death, but you've got six billion dollars' worth of miniaturized technology in you right now."
>"...no better than Coldstone, then. Am I a tool to be discarded?"
"Nonsense. You're your own woman - and you could take on an army and win without breaking a sweat. Though I have no idea how it'll handle your shapeshifting."
>"Then... what are your intentions?"
"I figured I'd try my hand at upgrading you, very, very carefully. You already know that I'm a nanite colony with an overglorified sense of entitlement, right?"
>"So you'll make me like... you."
"On a certain level, if you don't object."
>"You've been alone. All this time."
"I make due. If I focus on that sort of thing, I'll end up depressing myself. I may not age, but life's still too short."
>"Well... if nothing else, at least you'll have someone similar with you."

So, waking up in India, reading up on the local reality and realizing where I am... having enough memories of it to know that this is the LAST place I want to be... was rather pertinent. Demona and I got out of India the very morning that Krishna awoke, and went straight to Australia. Much of the remaining time was spent upgrading the now completely cybernetic Demona - who still shifted shape, but at least could do it at will now instead of depending on the position of the sun. Magic. Go figure.

Speaking of magic - while I have up to this point obtained a high level of mastery over both technology and magic, the level of ability to work on the micro scale that I now have means that I'm able to bridge magic and technology in the very ways that I had hoped. Not just for myself, but Demona as well - while I'm a little more advanced in the magical field, she has all the raw physical power one could hope for. Six point five billion dollar gargoyle, indeed.

I had a hand in mucking about with the locals, though. A few words to governments about their projects, to limited effect. A few stones thrown to derail an avalanche. A certain chamber filled with fungus in London, filled with fire. Dajjal, who would have been the biggest problem this world would have seen, his creation was derailed. There was collateral damage, of course, but not a great deal of it - and then the bastard appeared ANYWAY and made some smarmy comments about how he was made to withstand that. He was also made to withstand what immediately followed, an orbital strike from Hyperion.

He was not made to withstand magic. He was not made to withstand what he saw as a blank in the timeline, that being myself, though he could plan around it. He was made without sanity... but whatever Demona went through when she entered this world, she too was without sanity. He was fought with unrelenting force, stayed because he found it interesting, and in the end was slapped with three portkeys that took him to three different points in orbit. He was not made to withstand being shredded into pieces by magic, nor his four-dimensional being stretched to more than one three-dimensional place at a time, and the three points of light in orbit illuminated the night fantastically.

I spoke with Krishna, afterward. After he'd dealt with Maitreya and merged with Jerry Craven, gaining humanity, guiding the world toward a utopia. He was an interesting fellow, at the least. If I hadn't seen the end of the discussion and been able to change the timeline, he'd even have won me over, but... well. Better to leave him to his burgeoning utopia and continue on my merry way. Besides, it's hard to trust a utopia built by someone who thinks the moon is acceptable collateral damage.

Demona though? She was smart. She stayed a continent away and wouldn't have anything to do with Jerry Krishna.