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It's like you're psychic! Okay, not really going there, but keep in mind the first chapter's prime motivator.

Yeah, I wish we had something like that, but I think that's for a "Star Trek future" and not going to be something in my lifetime. And let's just say that in about 10 chapters, he's going to need all the points he can get.

P.S. I have a relative to works as a physical therapist. They had mentioned they needed shoulder surgery but knew how painful and long the recovery was so weren't getting it until they really had to. This chapter is dedicated to the people who have to go through physical therapy.

This chapter was completely re-written and re-posted on 07-Apr-2026. Breathing. Waves on the shore, washing gently in. Out. Seagulls overhead. Warm sun. Breathing. The sand, gritty yet comforting under my back. Wind through palm trees. Salt in the air. The door chime broke my focus. I waited again, testing. Nothing happened. "Come in," I called. How loudly did I have to talk to be heard through the hologram? A man wearing clothes similar to Ren's came through. He

Thanks! That's the goal. Only 500 more chapters to go! Okay, just kidding on that number.

Thanks for the feedback! I have three minds on the exposition: (1) No one likes reading exposition, and a good author should be able to provide that information through plot, setting descriptions, and character dialog. (2) It is much more efficient for me to give a thousand or two words of exposition so the reader isn't left highly confused before I can work into the text something about how the world works. (3) I've written my own guide to how the world works and I kinda want to share it! I am a guy who liked to read the Star Trek Technical Manual. Hopefully my attempt at striking a balance here is reasonable, and it sounds like you think it is, so thanks. My thinking was to give the reader the bare-bones crash course in what they'd need to know because the protagonist himself needs that crash course if he's not going to get flagged for looking crazy. There will be more tech demos and an upcoming nerdgasm by our protagonist within the next few chapters.

Sometimes depression is just depression. Sometimes it's not. 😕

When I exited the shop, it was starting to get dark. The humidity was rising, and I shivered just a tiny bit. The smell of moisture in the air was reminiscent of walks in the park with my foster family – and with Zeke – when we were younger. I made my way back to Kitchi's hut and looked to knock, but there was no real door to knock on. I parted the firm but pliable branches and walked in, hoping that was okay. Maybe I could just say I was "led" back to him in "mysterious ways?" I hadn'

Good questions! Some, none, or all might be addressed later. I've spent the last two days NOT working on this story text, but fleshing out the back-end so I can ensure I'm being consistent ... even if it doesn't look like I am being consistent. Let's just say there's a looooooong way to go for Shawn and there's a lot about himself that he needs to discover. Himself and the world around and within him.

The door chime again woke me. I waited. For the first time, the door did not disappear, and no one walked through. "Come in?" The red door disappeared, and in walked an older-looking man with a sizeable bulk. The red door reappeared behind him as he approached. Given my NPC's previous tutorial, I looked at him and simply thought, "Stats." In under a second, a cyan border outlined him, shrunk to the side, and lines with labels appeared. Name: John Metasis Age: 132 We

Maybe. And stuff. 😆 Not giving things away.

The point there (am I getting better at hiding plot points?) has something to do with the beings in the first chapter and their possible motivations and abilities. Not elaborating for now.

Curiouser and curiouser ... . Though I hadn't thought about whether any of his offspring would have a big (average) dick. Based on how I am envisioning what happened, yes, his offspring would. This isn't a "magic" universe, there are real biology explanations for thing, so his penis size would be encoded in his genes and would be transferred, though the question of whether the penis size is a dominant or recessive trait would need to be resolved. However, I don't plan to go into that level of detail. I don't think folks are reading this story to get a high school biology lesson.

This chapter was completely re-written and re-posted on 07-Apr-2026. White. Endless void. And then, there was me. Us. Me and the gAI. Or … gAI. Maybe using an article in front of the name was wrong? gAI had his – its? no, he presented as male – his own personality; or was it an extension of my personality? AI sentience and English grammar aside, (the) gAI smiled. "Fun, amIrite?" "Fuck." "You're gonna do a lot of that in this reality." He looked me down and back u

That could be an interesting idea. But, unlikely given the vision I have for this world.

If only there was some exposition coming in the next chapter that would explain some of that!

This chapter was completely re-written and re-posted on 07-Apr-2026. I jolted to the door chime, and I crashed back to the bed, the restraints faster than I could twitch. Unbidden, the red door disappeared, and Ren entered with a small cart. The door reappeared behind him. I looked over, the squeak of a wheel jarring in the otherwise near-silent room. A sponge, water, soap. Ren smiled. "I've been doing this for months. Just relax." Fuck. I tried to shift, and the restra

I'm not subtle, am I?

Thanks! I agree, to anglicized ears it does sound like that. What I did was look up Native American first names for males and went based on some common ones. Looks like that one came from the first image in an image search, where Kitchi means "Brave." Ahanu is "He laughs."

I started to walk away from Kitchi's house and back from where I'd come, towards those shops. What had Kitchi said? I needed to prove myself to a guard, and that Himeros would be at my back side. Guiding me. I clenched my hole. Just checking … I didn't feel a godly dick inside me. Oh well. If only he had been more explicit about what I needed. Like, "(1) A cow as white as milk, (2) a cape as red as blood, (3) hair as yellow as corn," et cetera. This was too.fucking.vague. Deep

This chapter was completely re-written and re-posted on 07-Apr-2026. "'When last we left our heroes …' you died." I stared. I blinked. "Okay, sorry, let me start over. I'm not fully calibrated to your personality yet. Hard to do while you were in a coma. When you died, you looked like this," he said as he ran his hands down his – my real – body. "And now you don't," he gestured to me. "Based on your last memories, you slipped. You would have died – or did die – but

Thanks! I'm still learning how to avoid walls of exposition.

Luke's Perspective I awoke, slowly. I was comfortable, my head well supported, I was on something soft, and the room was just twilight-level brightness so it didn't disturb my sleep. Waking up on my own is nice, on alarm blasting me; I frowned: That's not right. Isn't every day a work day? Oh right, no diner today, just stocking the shelves tonight. I smiled, my eyes still closed. Maybe if Zeke was working at the gym today, I could bike over and he could talk someone into giving me a

Thanks! Hopefully it stays interesting. I've written through chapter 11 and then chapters 16–17 ... gotta merge them by filling in 12–15 and then re-edit to make sure everything's consistent. But I have enough finished material for another week of posting, at least!

There'll be many holes in this tale. Just hopefully not plot holes.