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Infinity Cube Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2024-06-02 13:39:19 +0000 UTC“Woah! These are actually delicious!” Elizabeth exclaimed in astonishment, followed by a satisfied sigh, savoring the rich warm chocolate chip cookie cradled between her textured fingertips. It was nothing more than a subtle ritual for my fiancée to bake snacks for me before her uTuber streams. There was an undeniable joy in sharing these simple pleasures with Elizabeth. Unlike me, no one worshiped or pampered her out of natural and supernatural devotion. “Oh, sorry for being so surprised; my Mei Lin would have burnt down the house.”
“I would never have guessed, now that I think about it; Mei had really gotten into Home Ec when we were in highschool. A whole thing about surprising me with a new dish every week or so.” Back then, Mei Lin was always scheming up new ways to make me smile. Or more importantly- How to feed my ego. All the little things she does for me? Offerings.
Those were the memories I cherished the most; a large portion of our admittedly hazy histories had been anchored by our relationship. Mei Lin having written it into the very fabric of our reality. Our bond literally couldn’t be anything less than perfect as a function of the universe... Mei Lin meant everything to me.
“Oh right, you two went to grade school together.. That's uh, still kind of bizarre to think about. We only just used to be somewhat good roommates. Honestly Alice, you fucked up reality pretty bad from what it used to be.” She chuckled like it was funny.
“Honestly Elizabeth, it’s not that bad.” I countered playfully. “Besides.. You could live a good life here. I know we already offered before, but the thought of you renting a pocket dimension by yourself just seems.. I dunno? A little bit Isolating?”
Liz and I had practically set up camp in the university lab for a solid two days, working our butts off to piece together our original PhD project before the deadline. By scavenging parts from leftover prototypes, we somehow managed to cobble it all together in time to submit the device along with our thesis.
Although, despite working intimately in tandem on our magnum opus, it didn't feel any different from being alone. We hardly uttered a word to each other for hours at a time. There wasn’t any need to; our minds were in total unity.
After that however, Elizabeth still needed a place to stay but she refused to live in this reality. She even turned down Arc's offer to replicate her version of my universe or seek an alternative that could possibly suit her.
..I would have made the same choice even if for different reasons. Personally, I've kept a very long list of reservations about Arc; even though something about him made it practically impossible to not want to listen to every word he says with rapt attention.
Since the whole mess with 'the incident' and ultimate destruction of the ‘infinity cube’, daily life had been surprisingly low-key. Aside from our tour of PRIME HQ and the.. Void Club. While both Mei and my mom thoroughly enjoyed themselves, I found myself grappling with waves of anxiety. It was hard to shake off the feeling of danger despite being vastly more powerful than most of the beings there. The drinks were good at least.
“I have my reasons and I'm sure you know exactly what those are; I think it'll be better this way for now at least. Regardless, there’s a lot of… New concepts I’ve been researching, but it's hard to focus without quiet privacy.” My counterpart blushed, nervously biting her lip.
She made a good point. The house was not the best studying environment.. It was a miracle I got anything done.
“Oh yeah? Well, as long as you’re comfortable where you’re at right now Liz.” I breathed out slightly dramatically, with a gentle smile, putting my elbows on the table and settling my head into my hands. Taking a moment to really look at the girl I used to be. “You know- and not to change the subject or anything, but you’re adorable Lizzy.”
I meant it too. In spite of the fact that I'd never seen her in anything other than dull colored hoodies and sweatpants. Elizabeth simply lacked any aesthetic charm outside her natural beauty. Something we both shared, she just.. Didn't seem to know what to do with herself.
Not that she was interested in fashion or beauty to begin with. Otherwise, I would've loved to teach her how to do her makeup, take her down to my favorite boutique at the mall for a shopping spree- oh my god, dark academia would fit her so well! But, of course she turned me down. Every single time I offered..
“No. I'm not, and would you please stop looking at my chest?” Elizabeth huffed in a desperate attempt to feign displeasure. Pink hues flushing across her cheeks only served to prove my point further.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to. I guess I'm not used to seeing myself.. so, flat.” It just never occurred to me; the only other times we'd spent together I had been so distracted. Things were different with her sitting right in front of me; a version of myself entirely devoid of my most important features. Elizabeth wasn't just an inferior woman but like, a total bug bite beta, the bottom of the barrel and it made me feel weirdly vulnerable.
In my defense, I was doing my best to compress my tits down to a modest bust; about the size of your typical prize winning watermelons. Something that should be reasonable for someone who didn't grow up within the DD Hierarchy… At least that's what I assumed, given that I have no idea what would've been considered normal in her unaltered past.
It probably didn't help that the upper hem of my off-shoulder rose-pink designer Lobotúre sweater; only came up high enough to cover my nipples. Nor that the neckline was practically non-existent, curving down in a wide U-shape; The whole point was to show off about 85% of your cleavage to anyone directly in front of you. Both a total power move, and a display of confidence to other women.. Was that not acceptable before the cube changed the world? She never seemed interested in talking about her society, only ever mentioning how weird mine was.
Ugh! Why did we have to be so complicated? I figured out how to alter my tops to scale with my tits last week, so at least it still fit properly. At least I was making an effort, but she didn't even notice.
“It’s fine. I'm just not used to being surrounded by so much sex stuff.” Elizabeth finally responded in a hushed, far away whisper after silently thinking for an unusually long time. “Or I guess, I never noticed.” She added, even quieter.
Another momentary pause before she blinked herself back to the present, taking a deep breath and gently regaining composure. It was cute to see her put effort into her own confidence.
Then Elizabeth’s voice sharpened, dropping register, coming across much more clearly, and confidently. She straightened her posture and her eyes narrowed, giving me a serious existential crisis. “Ok, Alice. Back to what I came here for; Arc had been wanting to know if you were ready to officially join PRIME. You’ve had more than enough time to think about it.”
I-
The mood, now that surprised me. I never in a million years would have considered Elizabeth could be a person who would give off anything close to ‘hot milf next door' vibes but holy fuck she was actually pulling it off. Four years made a hell of a difference. That, or maybe I'm just that easy. “So, about the job.. I've just been busy doing other things, you know? Graduation is in two months, Mei Lin and I are getting married in the fall, and I've-”
“Alice, I want to make it clear to you how important this position is. You remember what V’aquisa said, this isn’t really something we can ignore. We’re smarter than everyone Alice. Our potential for the PRIME Initiative is the whole reason Arc gave us the cube.” Elizabeth's smile sent chills down my spine.. More and more it began to dawn on me that I didn’t really know anything about the shy mousy brunette. We knew our similarities but… Our differences were complete blind spots, gaps between our mirrored thoughts which seemed to be getting more out of sync.
“That doesn’t mean we should just do whatever they tell us. I’ve been taken advantage of before, and I’m not letting that happen again.” I huffed.
“Exactly, that's my point. They came to us, Alice. We have been granted full unrestricted access to PRIME facilities and resources; they need us, not the other way around.” She nodded to herself proudly, softening up from her fleeting intensity.
“I’m not entirely convinced, but you do make a good argument.” It made sense, especially with my own godhood. As long as we worked together, we’d be practically unstoppable.. Theoretically.
Though she was forgetting about Ryan. If anything, he was more important than either of us, the boy was just a bit immature and deserved more attention than he ever seemed to get from anyone. Ryan was the only person in existence who personally knew Elizabeth, and yet she still didn't seem to care.
“Even V’aquisa seemed impressed.”
Blegh. Honestly, I didn't really like V'aquisa. One look at the frigid bitch was all it took for my opinion of her to immediately tank. Her smiles were so glaringly fake and petty I could feel it in my tits. Even if I couldn’t deny that she was impressively intelligent and well put together. Not to mention her abilities outclassed my own by 72! Factorials. In the end, I just wanted to avoid her as much as possible.
“Besides, I have this.” Elizabeth’s smugness resurfaced as she dug her hand into the pouch of her hoodie for a bizarrely long time before-
“No way..” I whispered as she pulled out a small black box. Perfectly smooth and featureless.. It was the device that created me, or at least something similar. The moment Elizabeth had taken the object out of wherever it had been hidden, I could immediately feel its overwhelming pressure washing over me in pulsating waves.
“Infinity Cube version four, I redesigned a lot of it myself. V'aquisa helped with the stuff beyond human comprehension of course. My best work yet.” Elizabeth stated proudly as she placed the object in my hand.
Only.. She didn't let go.
Time seemed to grind to a halt as we sat there motionless, locked in each other's gaze for a short eternity. Staring into those dazzling emerald green eyes with no desire to pull away.
She… I.. We-
THUDD!!!!
“Oh my god! Elizabeth!” I shouted, having been jolted out of some kind of stupor when the abnormally heavy cube hit the table, having somehow slipped from our fingers. Though I didn’t get a response right away, instead the woman slumped in her chair panting heavily.
“What the fuck?” The other me blurted when she finally snapped out of unconsciousness. Frazzled and bewildered, frantically inspecting her body while I watched silently. Elizabeth remained tense however, most likely coming to the same conclusion I had. “The Wiseman circus..?” she gasped in a half slurred moan.
I only nodded in response. Never thought I'd witness Elizabeth orgasm. That perfect blend of exasperated euphoria of post orgasmic bliss? Unmistakable.. However…
…
My mind raced to piece the situation together; with one of my many forming theories being confirmed after glancing at a clock on the wall. Two whole hours passed since we touched the cube.. The entire scene I had just experienced was reflected in real time.
I was her. Elizabeth. I could feel her body, her thoughts, everything. It was as if I simply had always existed as Elizabeth. Those two hours consisted of going to the Wiseman Circus for my twenty-second birthday which matched with my own history, despite the four year gap between us.
Except I was her, going to the adult show for the first time. I- She had a ticket for the Looking Glass show, the tamest 18+ event available. Even got a surprise lap dance from a mime girl, which was fun and exciting at the moment but I wasn't gay.
Fuck, I mean she wasn't gay. Ugh yeah, in her memory it was the guys that attracted me the most.. The residual echoes from literally being Elizabeth for so long were strong. At the very least, my void psychology made recovering from the mental haze and disassociation rather easy. Even during the memory, the weight of my tits remained like a shadow over my chest. A constant buzz of cosmic energy bound to my existence.
The thing that really bugged me about all this.. Why the circus? The cube and anything void related was guaranteed to be weird or unexpected.
But the circus?
The Wiseman Circus was one of my greatest guilty pleasures, something so personal I never shared it with anyone.
I’m a hot genius bimbo babe with the best tits in the goddamn universe.. But at the circus, I always put extra effort into suppressing the ‘presence’ of my tits; allowing myself to be nothing more than another person in the crowd enjoying the show. Not to mention that Mom used to take me on the few court ordered visitations she’d gotten approved, that's why I liked it to begin with. Mei Lin was the only person who I ever mentioned it to, and rarely at that.
“Liz, what else can you remember?”
“I'm… That's all. I can't recall anything else; it's slipping from my head too fast.” Liz groaned, pressing her palms to her forehead. The poor woman didn't even seem aware of her own arousal, entirely missing the fact that she was coming down from the orgasm of her life.
I had to assume she'd experienced my version of that night, evident by her reaction. To treat myself, I paid extra to be ‘randomly’ selected as the ‘Red Queen’ for the Cheshire show. The entire experience was ethereal like a dream, turning into a massive orgy with my tits as the main centerpiece. That one night, I didn't hold anything back. Enchanting the entire tent into worshiping me for the night. That was when I first realized I was far beyond a normal human..
Elizabeth smiled meekly at me. Honestly, I thought my older self would be more put together if anything. But again, why??? We just spent the last two hours being pampered and fucked at the circus in each other's bodies through a shared memory because sure, that made sense. I should be more aware of these things given my powers right? So why?
And still.. Why the circus? Of all things… Why that? Something about this was so very off. The singularity of my causal reality, the void energy in my chest; something about the shape seemed wrong. Like a picture frame with a subtle yet insidious tilt; it irked the hell out of me.
Wait. “Elizabeth, look.” At first, I didn't recognize the thin material stuck to the cube due to it being unnaturally flat and dark, but fuck, I could feel it.
“Is that.. A sticky note?” Elizabeth mumbled, reaching over to peel off the note without hesitation.
No fucking way. If she reads that then we're both screwed. “Don't-”
“It's blank.” She shrugged, reaching over the table to hand it to me. Elizabeth was well aware of what Millie’s notes had done to my world and my family, but from what I could tell, Liz always seemed more worried about Millie rather than angry, or more appropriately, fearful.
“No, it's.. I love the Wiseman circus.” Of course I did. I always hav- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck no! Millie! You disgusting flat chested cuntroach! Did that mean?
“No, the circus isn't new for me. My timeline was locked by Arc because it didn't exist anymore. The notes won't affect me at all.” Elizabeth replied unprompted. She may have been an unkempt thirty-something, but she was still a genius like myself.
“So that means I might have never liked the circus until literally right now? Shit, And the cube?” I never considered the significance of Millie’s role in that memory. She was the one who gave Elizabeth the lap dance… Duh, no wonder she worked at Mime Jr’s in my timeline. That much was obvious now. The links between our realties were subtle but somehow always matched up anyway.
“The cube likely acted as a conduit, causing our quantumly entangled viewpoints to flip. I.. I don't remember anything.. But your tits. I can still feel them, though I think it's fading.” Elizabeth's mind had been grinding away at this just like mine was this whole time, it almost made me feel a bit stupid. Also-
She called them tits.. I couldn't stop my lips from curling upwards just that smallest bit.
“We should go tell Arc right? I mean, Millie somehow put this here without a doubt.” Though the bitch wasn't here anymore, only a trace amount of her own void signature was present, aka the piece of paper in my hand.
Elizabeth stood up, looking around for something. The cube vibrated gently on the table before zipping into the air, floating quickly to hover by Elizabeth's shoulder like some kind of video game companion item. “Right, we can get to PRIME HQ from your office. Besides I came to show it to you anyway, if we're lucky maybe we can find her…. And bring her back to her senses.”
I hope you all like what I've changed since it's gone through so many iterations, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
Thanks for reading ~ V'xulo vie
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Ok, I totally forgot to add all the formatting- I'll get to that soon, otherwise read the PDF
