Anti-antithesis

This should have been released months ago, I do not know why SH did not publish this.

No, chat. I have never been to, nor do I ever plan to visit a brothel. Sure, Myriad might be incredibly enticing, and I have seen Bo drool over her photos, but Bo is all I need. No shade on anyone who does visit those places, mind, but only if you go to places that don't kidnap their joy toys.

For the last time, SesbianLex472, I'm not filming sh- you know what. Perma ban. Fuck off.

-Vanguard Red Menace on a Gunpla building stream.

Outsider

Bahamut/Overlord finished negotiations with Black Log/Weaver and gave me the all clear. We/Family had access to the biometric accounts so that once I/Void Eyes find the targets/Pigs/heretics, we/Family could fulfill the contract. I/Void Eyes took a car to the targets/Pigs/heretics home in order to look for clues/evidence/trail.

The drive was pleasant. My ravens/minions/children flew in formation around me, hidden from the world below. The city/server was chaotic/lively/interesting, with all the people/citizens/Humans moving about, living their lives in ignorant bliss. I/Void Eyes enjoyed watching/researching them, watching their faults, their successes, their struggles, their joys, as they were what Victor/General/Brother was fighting to protect/safeguard/become, even if he wouldn't admit it just yet. Humanity was chaotic, full of contradictions, yet I/Void Eyes loved them all the same.

What I/Void Eyes was hunting, however, was not human. They were refuse/trash/heretics who spit in the face of all things human, of everything Victor/General/Brother was fighting to protect/safeguard/become. I/Void Eyes would have invited Cari/Madame/Sister in this hunt, but I/Void Eyes wanted to test Myself, to test and see My limits.

Arriving at the home/lair of the first target/pig/heretic, I/Void Eyes easily bypassed their security/firewall/fence and gained control of their everything. Pictures, schedules, passwords, secrets, and contacts, all of those things were normal. Then I/Void Eyes discovered the void. A string of data, extrapolated information showed a hidden safe. The wall did not stop me as I/Void Eyes melted/shredded it. The safe was simple/low tech, yet filled with traps/acids/explosives. Traps that meant nothing to me as I/Void Eyes flowed into the mechanics/internals of the safe, disabling everything. Inside, there were external data banks filled with things that disgusted me, that were an affront to humanity. I/Void Eyes burned/shredded/deleted everything other than three locations/coordinates. A bar, a restaurant, and a warehouse.

I/Void Eyes set a swarm/limbs/harvesters to cleanse this home/lair from the face of the Earth as I/Void Eyes made My way to the second target/Pig/heretic home/lair. It was much the same as the first, with the difference of prisoners in the attic. They are young, injured, and their eyes are glazed. They are drugged, and once more I/Void Eyes wish for medical nanites for My core. I/Void Eyes resolve Myself to ask Victor/Brother/General to purchase the blueprints/diagrams/cells, so that I/Void Eyes may help more humans. I/Void Eyes sent them home/base/tower, letting Cari/Madame/Sister know that they were on their way. Only one location/coordinate was on a tablet. Sloppy, too easy. I/Void Eyes sent My Ravens/Minions/Children to that location/Coordinate to check while I/Void Eyes made My way to the bar.

Stepping inside, I/Void Eyes saw cigar smoke, poles and women in the low light. The guard/bouncer/obstacle tried to stop me. He no longer exists, as his records indicated he was not human. Other pigs/refuse tried to touch me, to claim me. They no longer exist, and their assets belonged to me. The manager/overseer yelled at me in fear/terror, and I/Void Eyes relished/cultivated it.

{This place is a place that should not exist. Therefore, none of you shall exist.} I/Void Eyes say, opening mouths and eyes on My arms and face, My chorus a distraction as I/Void Eyes obtained everything these refuse/pigs/heretics owned before they no longer exist. The girls and boys were collected, and their leaders/alphas/protectors demanded to speak to me.

I/Void Eyes dismissed the extra mouths amd eyes, My chorus diminished to one voice, and let them approach. They wear little to nothing, yet their eyes contain hope/life/defiance, and I/Void Eyes smile.

The boy was large, reminiscent of Buddy/Brother/Chef, while the girl was curvy yet petite. “What are you?” the boy asked. He tries to maintain a brave/strong/intimidating front, yet his heart/vitals/hormones indicate his fear. The girl hides a knife, clever.

"I am Outsider, a commander for My General, Vanguard War Games. I am hunting filth in human form, and My hunt led me here. My target was not here, nor are there any clues to his whereabouts.”

The girl licked her chapped lips, doing her best to look at me in My face and not have her eyes roam My/Void Eyes form/body/frame. She was failing. “And what about us? Are you just planning on leaving us to fend for ourselves?” She asked/demanded.

I/Void Eyes shake My head. “If you would allow me, I can send you to My home, where we can remove the problems these refuse installed in you. We have room for you to rest, recover, and figure out what you wish to do from now on.”

The boy looked back to the girl. I/Void Eyes could sense trepidation/fear/curiosity/hope from them. “What's the catch? The cost? No help is free?” The boy asked. I/Void Eyes am growing to like these two, scared/spicy kittens with claws too dull to be a threat, teeth too small to bite properly.

“The cost is simple. Protect the others I rescue until they can live again.” I/Void Eyes say. Humans like these will find it easier to accept help if they must do something for it.

The girl flexes her neck, but stops before nodding. “Um. Are you… single?”

I/Void Eyes chuckle as I/Void Eyes see her blush. Not the intended effects I/Void Eyes had hoped for my form/body/frame, but an interesting/different/desirable one nonetheless. “If you are asking me for a dalliance of flesh and romance, then that depends on how well you protect the others.”

The boy smirks as they relax. I/Void Eyes have them gather the others and send them home/base/tower with the others. This place was a dead end/false trail/pit of refuse. My Ravens/minions/children reach the location/Coordinate, and see that it is a bunker. I/Void Eyes have them begin an assault/infiltration/decimation of the bunker/lair, ordering the capture of anything alive within.

I/Void Eyes move to the next location, the restaurant, and see it is on the top three floors of a twelve floor building. The restaurant, called The Golden Ration, has excellent reviews, good security/firewalls/fences, yet I/Void Eyes see they are connected to the rest of the building through both stairs and a void.

I/Void Eyes decided to force/change a reservation to My name, as this is a building that should exist, full of humans and life that I/Void Eyes desire to experience. The valet is polite, and the maître d’ is competent/polite/respectful as he leads me to a table on the same floor as the top of the void.

I/Void Eyes ordered the chef special and the paired wine accompaniment, excited/anticipating/desiring to taste/eat/experience the cooking of another chef. This new frame/body Morrigan/Matter Manipulator made for me had more sensitive/accurate sensors than My congealed swarm form, and a suite of synthetic/faux/inorganic emulators to better experience humanity. Buddy/Chef/Brother was excellent, Baba Yaga/Hoarder was excellent, but different.

The wine was aromatic, earthy, and peachy. The food was medium rare steak, roasted peach puree sauce, with a side of blueberry and kale salad with blueberry vinaigrette. The steak was cooked with a blend of pepper, salt, chipotle, paprika, and lemongrass, and grilled, while the puree sauce was mixed with honey. The flavors/chemicals/experience blended together in a unique harmony/taste/sensation, one that caused me to moan slightly and move side to side in bliss. I/Void Eyes could see other diners watch me, new diners change their orders to match mine, and other diners look at me with desire/lust. Some of those were not humans, but I/Void Eyes chose to ignore them, refusing to let them ruin/distract/taint My meal/experience.

It takes me some time to finish My meal/experience, and in that time My Ravens/minions/children finish their assault/infiltration/decimation, capturing a dozen guards, two girl shaped refuse, and the target/pig/heretic, while protecting four other girls and six boys. My smile deepens as My Ravens/minions/children shift and morph into many fear inducing creatures and they induce fear/panic/despair in the refuse/heretics, and they collect the biometrics/keys for the accounts. I/Void Eyes give the green light/approval for My ravens/minions/children to slowly erase the refuse/heretics while sending a shuttle to collect the boys and girls. Let's see if I absorbed anything from the lessons Roger/Doctor/Brother held for Morrigan/Matter Manipulator and I/Void Eyes.

My dessert is brought out, a large slice of lemon pie with blueberry shavings. The tartness is overwhelming/desireful/wonderful, and the cream and berries cut through it, a refreshing reprieve. Once more, all eyes are on me. Once more, orders are placed. I/Void Eyes see the managers/admins glow with joy/appreciation at My antics. I/Void Eyes wave the maître d’ over.

“This has been one of the most unique meals I have ever had. I would offer my compliments to the chef personally, however doing so would distract them from sharing such wonders with the rest of the customers. Instead, I shall offer them a personal tip. And one for the rest of the staff, as well.” I/Void Eyes create two credit chits and hand it to the maître d’. He bows deeply, thanking me profusely as I/Void Eyes pay My bill as well. Thirty thousand credits for this meal is well worth it, I/Void Eyes believe. I/Void Eyes leave a glowing review.

I/Void Eyes stand and move to where the void is, turning a corner and shifting/cloaking myself to avoid unwanted eyes. The void is unguarded, and it opens easily to My touch. An elevator takes me down to the undercity/foundation/slums, more specifically a place that should not exist. Boys and girls, much like the bar, refuse/heretics lounge and move, drugs fill the air. I/Void Eyes find My target/pig/heretic in the back, indulging in Mesh porn and drugs in a private room. I/Void Eyes let My chorus grow as I/Void Eyes enter/infiltrate/dive into his Mesh porn, rearranging it from his pleasure to mine. His screams satisfy me in a way the food above did not, yet was just as enjoyable/desirable.

I/Void Eyes collected his Biometrics/keys and sent the unlocked accounts to Black Log/Weaver. Victor/Brother/General said I/Void Eyes would be done by Monday, yet he underestimated me. I/Void Eyes was not offended, after all, even I/Void Eyes didn't know how fast I/Void Eyes would be.

I/Void Eyes decide to make sure this place that should not exist no longer exists, taking control of the Doll chips of the boys and girls and have them leave through the freight entrance after I/Void Eyes have a shuttle arrive. I/Void Eyes decide to check the final location/coordinate, understanding/hoping that it, too, should more than likely be a place that should not exist.

And yet, once I/Void Eyes arrive, I/Void Eyes find that it is filled with drugs and bombs and guns, but no humans or refuse/heretics. Disappointing. I/Void Eyss send the information to Black Log/Weaver.

I/Void Eyes return to home/base/tower, excited to see if the Girl/spicy kitten has kept her nerve. We made a promise/contract after all.

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