Los Angeles, California
United States
23 August 2107
Gwen Aishat Gwen wished she could carry her names in full, especially that one that reeked of origin. But fame and glory demanded trade-offs like originality and realness, and so, Gwen A. Gwen it was.
Her middle name wasn't the only thing she had traded. She was queer. And that was a reality she had to kill—by killing her lover, of course. (More on that later, dear readers!)
Now she had both fame and glory—the mother of systems. The world was getting to know her works, her and her system, The Life Partner System. She in fact had her own team, lived far away in a systemized island away from people, along with the dead body of her lover of course. She was merged with a system. That alone was bliss and it made her quite special.
Or rather, used to be bliss and used to make her feel quite special.
Now, the apocalypse is coming, from the water and sea, not from the sky as they had expected, and the whole world gets to share her uniqueness with her. Now she has to merge every human out there as well with their systems for each. And soon, she will be forgotten as the mother of systems.
"I can't see myself with that angle of the mirror facing that way."
Gwen had just come out of the washroom and needed to see herself. She was a bit far from the mirror and she wasn't ready to move it to her direction when she had a system that ran the house especially designed for her laziness.
[Requested deciphered.]
[Requested Initiating….. 10%>>> 30%>>>> 60%>>>> 100%>]
[Requested Granted. Mirror faced to the Host successfully.]
How handy. How gloriously stress-free. Exactly the kind of indulgence Gwen had built her life on.
The whole world needed this.
Gwen stared at the dark skinned woman before her in the mirror's image. She was so dark she would not be seen at night at all. But she was ebony and beautiful. Her eyes shimmered a very light shade of brown and her lower lip was a pale shade of pink. Her hair was thick, long and curly in tiny ways. Her hair was just too much—but this was her.
"Gist me," she murmured, frowning at the mirror. Actually, she wasn't frowning, it was just how she looked. She had never smiled ever since she knew how to say 'fuck life.'
[YT Uttar News reported that the cruise beach had turned red and was spitting rocky red stones.]
[In the western part of Kentucky it rained lava for about 12 minutes. 34 deaths were recorded alongside 677 injuries.]
[Uptown Ways reported that the Woman Of Science, Gwen A. Gwen has agreed that indeed the apocalypse is coming on the 20th August in a conference with USA president Handel Jacobs.]
"What are the upgrades you've done lately on my skin?" She interrupted. Gwen felt she didn't look as graceful as three days ago when she went for that conference.
[Active Melanin: 89%]
[Passive Melanin: 27%]
[Epidermis Glow: 91%]
[Overall skin: 78% — A Mere Pass]
[To get a perfect 100%<<< Task: Drink 15 cups of cocoa tea. >>>>> Time limit: 24 mins. <<<<< Extra Reward: Glass-black skin for 24 hrs.]
"Got that."
Gwen was not desperate for perfection, she was only making use of the godlike Ai she made to achieve perfection for free. Well, not exactly for free as she would have to consume that much cocoa in just 24 mins. But what could possibly go wrong when your perfect AI system is also a physician?!
Gwen got up and grabbed the jar of grinded cocoa. She measured with the spoon exactly the amount that was equal to 15 cocoa nuts and poured it into a jug. "Pour me some water. About 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Give or take 38 Celsius."
[Requested Granted.]
The jug water was immediately half filled with warm water from nowhere. It was like magic but, this was science.
Gwen took a sip. It was bitter but at moments like this, she'd probably avoid sugar so, hmmm, she settled for the bitter taste.
With each drink came an added glow to her ebony skin. Her black skin began to glow.
[Reminder: You have a meeting in 30 mins. A custom suit has been prepared.]
She paused. "Where?"
[At the Holy Pilgrimage Centurion Church beside the Holy Ground Cemetery.]
"The fuck?" Gwen blinked. "With who? And why the actual hell am I just hearing about this meeting I am to have in 30 mins…."
[Correction: 28 minutes now.]
"Yeah yeah, why am I hearing that now?!"
[The host has a meeting with the Re emerged Fairies of old England, that is who>>>]
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[<<<<"F-word those unexplainable dwarves who think they're here to act in a choreography drama by wearing fake wings and fake plastic long ears. Those B-word in past tense don't even know it is an elf who wears long ears in telltales and not fairies."]
The system projected the exact time she, Gwen, said those things with the date and time of that day. It was like a replay through surveillance footage.
Gwen dropped the jug in a full show of devastation. "You didn't cancel it?"
[The government has also made it clear that they want science and superstition to have a fair share of control for the preparation of the apocalypse.]
"Fuck," she groaned, rubbing her head even though she couldn't feel no migraine. "But I just had a meeting with them a week ago, what else do they have to say that they're dull brains couldn't say before? And why the fuck is the government falling for this woke shit?"
[I can neither answer both of those questions as I do not know why myself.]
"Well, dear system. You do realize I'm VIP in this country and I must not be everywhere, right? They can't get to see me all the time."
She returned to drinking the cocoa tea and added, "You don't even have the least idea of why i'd be meeting them?."
[A certain fairy has just arrived, or rather awoken and would be joining. It is one which you haven't met and I suppose she is of a bit important.]
"Ugh. Another performance woke-magic rep?" Gwen said. She plastered on her painfully fake smile. "And I have to meet them because what? I am part of the fairy family now?"
Science and superstition did not go along at all and Gwen has always hated what cannot be explained since long. For example, God. Well, she believes there's a force in which everything began but the God of whatever was in the story book called the bible? Nay!
"What about this 'it'?"
[Its name is Abigail Susanna Winthrop Hawthorne.]
"Oh, so it is a girl?"
The system went on to project a sort of blue image. But the face couldn't be seen, just a back view. It looked really human aside from the 'thing' attached to the outfit.
Gwen blinked. "Glitter. Wings. A gown from 1855." "That's her?"