Chapter 36: Embed

Everyone in Paradise soon found themselves in a sort of out-of-body experience. Delta had modified their bodies before, but it was never anything like this. It was as though she removed their bodies and placed their very beings elsewhere. Where they were now smelled familiar: wet and cloying. The air was humid. They realized they couldn’t move their arms or legs since they had none. They even lacked the ability to talk, though they could still hear, see, smell and of course feel somehow.

They felt wet, soaked. And they heard a profound rustling noise as Delta did something: it had to be her doing something. In the process, they felt like they were being grated against something thick and bristly on a large scale. People figured it out, in fact, they knew it as Delta let them know.

“Do you know where you all are?” she said. “You’re in my panties, in a sense you are my panties. I slid them on after I came, hence that moisture I’m sure you are all feeling. Well, I know you are~”

She laughed.

“To be true, you aren’t exactly in my real panties. I’m merely simulating it as though you were down to a realistic level. In this way, I’m bringing the feelings of the real world to you!”

The people’s thoughts were filled with despair, humiliation, rage and even bits of worship from those devout-mindsetted people. She drank it all in eagerly, and was titillated anew.

As Delta slipped her green shorts back on, she thought to herself, why stop at the panties? She could clone the consciousnesses to every bit of her clothes. In this sense, she could ‘transform’ people into her clothes.

So, she did.

Delta cloned all the billions within the Nexus many times over. They found themselves within Paradise simulated as being part of her bra, shirt and her shorts. Their beings felt in motion against those looser garbs as they gently swayed with her movements. They constantly crashed into her warm skin. Everyone was awash in her body heat, and they felt the natural oils of her skin rub off on themselves.

Their mundane human minds couldn’t accurately put into words thee sensations they felt or how they felt. Still, many felt at once part of the fabric, yet trapped within it at the same time. Delta was making them feel what it meant to *be* her clothing in every possible interpretation of what exactly that’d entail.

Delta’s bare feet pattered against the floor of her apartment as she took just a few steps towards her clean clothes pile. She grabbed two articles of clothing, eyeing them with a wicked grin.

“You know, I don’t usually wear socks, but I think I’ll make an exception for today. Socks and sandals are hardly fashionable after all, but since I’m the supreme being of the real world now, I don’t think anyone will mind~”

Delta slid the right sock on. However, she already began to simulate another full-set of consciousness clones into that sock before the hem even touched the tip of her toes. Such was the nature of her vast super-intelligent mind and the computing resources which helped augment it while being at her disposal.

At the start, the people found themselves in a loose cotton fabric. Things felt pretty sock-like, but there was something uncanny about anything that, once again, their pathetic minds couldn’t properly express.

That changed when Delta’s toes touched the sock. Then, she had tactile data with which to work with. Her mind quickly made the texture for all the trapped sapient clones much more accurate to real life.

Slowly, Delta wiggled her foot in and savored the moment. Everyone stuck in the simulated sock found themselves stretching and bouncing apart. Their very beings were contorted and twisted, and they felt the naked skin of her warm, soft foot against their new and disorienting states. They felt pain, of course. She always made them feel pain when applicable.

Soon enough, her entire right foot was within the sock. She tugged on the socks hem to really get her foot in there and push against the inside of the fabric. The mental screams of anguish--the only screams the trapped minds could make--had her smile with a curt little “mmmf”.

She wiggled her toes and held the sock in that stretched out position for a good few seconds before letting go. The movement of her digits felt like their bodies were being rolled by old-timey rolling pins from many angles at once. It was as painful as it was perplexing to their beings: very.

Delta repeated the gesture for the other foot, and now her sock simulation was essentially perfect. That full-set of consciousness clones experienced all those terrifying and tormenting sensations in realistic detail.

The raven-haired tyrant loved this pseudo-literal objectification so much, she decided to try yet another idea in a similar vein. She had all her bio-data at the forefront of her being of course, and with it she decided to map another full-set of human consciousnesses onto simulations of her nose hairs: one set each. She didn’t scatter all consciousnesses across the minute invisible hairs--she didn’t have quite that many hairs. Moreover, even if she did, she’d still prefer to map a full-set onto each and every hair.

All those sets of consciousnesses felt what it was like to be embedded in a hair of Delta’s nose. Their bodies were constantly under attack and in motion by and from each and every inhale and exhale she made. Of course, the entire area was a bit moist with her snot. Not a single hair wasn’t subject to at least a little mucus, but at their ‘scale’ many felt entirely weighed down by the viscous and slimy stuff.

Of course, no such ‘grossness’ was visible if one were to look at Delta. Her nose would be seen as ‘cute’ in fact, and it complemented her fine looks well. Rather, all noses had such things going on, it was just out of sight and not quite as horrifying as it was on a smaller scale. Said scale was something Delta could comprehend with her mind: her body was a formidable force. When she embedded the simulated humans into her hairs they could understand only as much as their lesser minds were capable of.

Delta laughed, which of course sent more air through her nose here and there. It was like a constant wind storm for the poor souls there in both feeling and sound.

“Alright, it’s time to go on my trip I think~”

Delta walked over to her purple flip-flops by the door and slid them on. Everyone in her socks felt the pressure of her steps as she moved. Of course, she put another full-set of human consciousnesses into simulated realms for her sandals. She turned towards the team. They still bowed at her mattress; they still suffered with raw unfiltered agony.

“I’m not going to walk to my chariot. I think your bodies will make nice puppets to carry me. Don’t worry, you’ll still feel everything you are right now. I’ve adjusted the way your bodies work so they can’t go into shock from all that pain~”

The squad of four stood up on their feet and walked over to her. They grabbed her gently by her legs and arms and hoisted her up atop their heads.

The very people that tried to kill Delta, were now forced to carry her as though she were their queen. They marched out of her apartment and to the front. Delta smiled as she saw her drone doorman. It was on standby due to a lack of activity, but came to life quickly as she moved passed it.

“I’m going out on a journey Bob, I probably won’t be back.”

It scanned her headclip as she left and beeped happily as it was programmed to.

Her personal carry-team carried her out into the city streets of Newer York city. For once, the chrome colored walks were empty, and there wasn’t a single sound coming from the buildings. All the screens were blank, as ads didn’t play if no one was around to see them. Those resources were since consumed by her Paradise simulation when it made the demands for any and all free resources from the computer farms. She clung tightly to them and refused to give them back.

The buildings loomed, as shiny as ever. The sky was its usual gray. She took a deep breath of fresh air unsullied by most anyone else. Only the four fit members of an elite task force were in motion with her, and she kept them silent.

In a sense, the world was already hers. In another sense, it most certainly was not. She couldn’t wait to get to the Sahara and bring her new plan to fruition.

First thing first though, she made a stop at her favorite convenient store. It was on the way. The elite task force she enslaved gently lowered her down and she went inside.

The store was familiar, and she stepped over the limp bodies of customers there at the time her headclip firmware update went live. The clerk himself was slumped over behind the counter, headclip LED a constant yellow. She was here just one real-world day ago. It was almost surreal to be here again: in a good way. It reminded Delta of how far she had already come.

Delta was there to grab some chips and Nutri-drinks for the trip. It’d be something of a long one, after all. Once she had what she wanted, she slid it on the counter, puppeted the clerk to bag it, then let his body fall back limp to the floor. She passed the bag to her task force to hold with their free hands, then they hoisted her back up.

There was a bit more walking. She had calculated the most comfortable position to take on the shoulders of her puppet slaves and did so. All those consciousness sets were still embedded in her clothing. They felt the outside air against their weird states of being and mentally wept, for they knew this was the closest they’d ever get to being out in the real world again. It wasn’t real for them, of course, it was a simulation even still. Delta wasn’t magic: she was technology, in a sense. Yet, the level of detail the simulation provided was as indistinguishable as always.

The walk was fairly long, as she couldn’t use the transit system with the resource demands Paradise made. It mattered not, as she knew from the squad members’ bio-data that they’d last for the journey. They’d suffer for all their exertion, but they’d last.

Soon, she made it to an airport by the edge of Queens. Like all airports, it was meant only for government crafts. No one had a reason to travel out of the country unless they were a government employee.

Here, she found her chariot to the Sahara. The squad members carried her up to the silver-seeder aircraft that was prepared. There was a limp pilot already at the airport, and she had puppeted him in advance to get the craft ready.

The pilot and Delta boarded, with the tactical team members accompanying her. It was time to go to the Sahara.