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S3ep 7 {the promised utopia}
You remember me complaining about being antsy from having too much peace? And that I was feeling anxious until my fight with Multi-Paul, even if it was just me ripping through him."
Well, I got my punishment for thinking I got the worst out of the way.
It's only been a few days since the prison escape, and I was finally getting out of my funk from ripping through so many bodies. Sure, it's not the first time I've done something like that. Especially in Flaxan. I had my fair share of mass murder there. But now… it was supposed to be different.
Even in Flaxan, that was back in my early days, when I wasn't yet an overwhelming opponent. When it became clear an army wasn't going to kill me, they started focusing on special weapons and super soldiers.
But the problem was, I was calming down.
Other than that, my only fights recently have been with people who can't harm me, so I don't have to try too hard. And the enemies who can damage me? They could only damage me.
It's been a long while since I had to be the one to rip through an army.
And I don't like it.
But even after all of that, I get a call from Payton Penitentiary saying there is someone attacking them again. What the fuck is wrong with that prison? Who do they have in there now that is worth breaking into? With all the heat, they should be the safest with just me being there. Am I attracting challengers? Am I going to lose the prison as a contractor due to bad luck? I hope not. I make sure to fly fast, and when I arrive, what do I see? A dude with a mohawk wearing a cloth eerily similar to mine, and there are a lot of prisoner corpses. Fuck.
Right when he was about to go through a prisoner and the wall behind him, I flew and held him by the neck. "Alright, talk before I rip through you. Who the fuck are you?"
"Promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise," he screamed every single word at near-deafening volume.
"What promise? Who the fuck are you?"
"Promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, give us what we are promised," he said, "us." This can't just be happening here; he is some type of mind control victim or insane. I am going to cover my bases just in case.
And while I am worrying, I see on the news something to confirm my fear, except this is on a whole different level than I had thought; it is global.
I make my clones rise from whatever DNA source I have across the planet. I promised not to do the whole clone army drone thing, but it is clear this is now a rule I must bend and break.
"Explain more. Who sent you?"
"Give us what we are promised."
"What were you promised?"
"Promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise."
"Can you tell me who promised you and where they are?"
"Promise, promise, promise, promise, promise, promise."
Yeah, this is not going to work out.
He keeps flailing around. Is this what all my clones are going to encounter?
I could not gather any more information. He is no longer even saying 'us,' just the word 'promise' again and again.
I call a number on my hero phone. "Cecil, what the fuck is going on?"
"Is it not fucking clear? There are clones of you attacking the world. They're attacking civilian places, so the best we've got for now is using sonic weaponry set to the anti-Viltrumite frequency. They seem to be weak to it, too. I'll tell you where they are. Go to them and capture them."
"Capture? Cecil, capture them for what? They are mind-controlled drones. I don't know if they can be saved, but I don't think these are the type of people you can rehabilitate."
"I was thinking more on the Reanimen side, so you can kill them. Just don't destroy the whole body."
"You know what, Cecil? Fuck you. Tell me where they are, and I'll decide how I'm going to leave their corpses."
"Oh, don't worry. That part is done. You should find them in your visor now, and I'm hearing a lot of skinless humanoids are fighting them."
"Those are my clones. I didn't have time to give them clothes, so I decided to make them all skinless. Better than naked. Bye."
The last thing I heard from Cecil was, "How is that better?" before I cut our call due to embarrassment.
Home Clone:
"No, Oliver, you are not going anywhere!"
"But there are so many people getting hurt!"
"And I will help all of them. But if you go, all that would cause is to make me worry. So just stay here, and I will take care of it."
Prison Clone:
Sadly, my embarrassment will have to take a second seat; this is going to be an extinction event, so I answered when he called me back.
"How many of these fakes are there?" Ignore the embarrassment and just get to the serious matter.
"We don't fucking know. They keep coming continuously. We first need to kill whatever is bringing them here." Cecil replies.
"It is pretty fucking clear it's Angstrom. He was out for a few days. How did he even manage to do this? Do you need me to bring a clone to the Pentagon?"
"Yeah. We already killed a few. But if they come at us en masse, it will be impossible to kill all of them, even with the frequency active the whole time."
"Alright. I will make a clone there."
And that is how my day has been going, killing every Invincible I can find.
I don't want to count how many I have killed.
Cecil no longer talked about making them into Reanimen.
People with mass production capability, like Angela Spic, AKA the Engineer, have been given blueprints and access to anti-viltrumite tech to help make as many as possible.
Everyone who can hold a weapon, from heroes to villains to civilians, has been given some type of sonic device that will help in fighting the Invincibles.
But there have been hundreds of thousands of invincibles across the planet, and most of them have been attacking almost randomly. There were a few that targeted people close to me, but they were dealt with very quickly.
Fuck. This is war.
And I'm thinking it's the type that won't let anyone sleep.
They all keep talking about a "Promise," but I don't think any of them know what it is. I guess this makes a little sense in how he was able to gather so many. Mind control, some type of telepathy.
And there is no limit to them.
At least, even if they all keep calling themselves Invincible, with the sonic weapon and other weapons the GDA has made for a war against Viltrum, killing a single Invincible is relatively easy. Almost every hero, heck, even civilians, is killing Invincibles.
I have also stopped making my face skinless. At this point, my identity is already public. Once everyone realized they had similar costumes and the same faces, some people asked who that was, and well… my records became very clear.
Fuck. This is going to be a problem long after Angstrom is dealt with.
But the real problem is their numbers. They keep coming in groups. When killing one at a time became easy, they started swarming.
So many heroes and civilians have been killed. Same with the villains. Some were helping, others were using the chaos, but it didn't matter. Everyone was up for grabs.
And the moment I see a green portal, it's already closing. Sometimes I even get lucky enough to shove a body part in there, thinking I could finally find him.
But no, he's using the dimensions like a subway. Make a portal from wherever they are to a safe dimension, and then from there to my dimension. By the time I'm in the safe one, the portal to the original is already closed.
I haven't even been able to see anything.
I was hoping the telepath would try to control me so I could invade their mind. I haven't tried it, but it might've worked.
But no, not a single attempt to control me.
Right now, Rudy, I, and every other genius we can find that could help even a little bit are contributing to making some kind of dimensional portal.
The portal gun I made to capture Angstrom can only go randomly or to a beacon. And random isn't going to be good enough to find him.
We're working on some kind of scanner. Something to track the dimension he is in. And with hundreds of geniuses and hundreds of brainy me, we will be able to do it. The problem is how fast we'll be able to do it.
Every moment he is free is a moment a new portal appears with a bunch of Invincibles coming at us. There is also the person he is working with, the telepath. It could be the same person who was spying on me, or he could be working with two different people.
At least I'm sure the spy is working with Angstrom. It's pretty easy to figure out that every time there's a portal, there's a spy drone coming out of it.
I don't like making so many brains. Invictus is already amazing and attractive to permanently activate, but a hive mind is a drug like no other. Any problems I can find with it, I can turn them into a positive and make them irrelevant.
Mom's house has a lot of corpses around it, but at least my brother, mother, and her boyfriend are safe.
Every time we think of a new plan to deal with a group of Invincibles, they come in greater numbers, with different coordination. Some of them even tried to attack the research center with all the geniuses, but we already have all the anti-Viltrumite frequencies on.
Of course, that would damage me, so my clones over there are without ears. As for communication, we're using a brain implant similar to what Allen uses. It makes communication much faster, especially since all the people there are geniuses.
Still, he's hiding. It can't just be a random dimension. We've practically narrowed it down to a subdimension instead of a full dimension. I have no idea how to hide a full dimension, and all our research points to the impossibility of hiding a universe.
But a small part in that universe? It should be possible. Or a small dimension by itself. We will figure him out, no matter what we have to do.
So many of us had died before we could prepare. And with the almost random increases in enemies, every time there's a new surprise, there are a few of us who die.
Even if I have spread myself across the planet with hundreds of thousands of bodies, they can still surprise me. And with even the slimmest distraction, my allies and civilians get murdered.
By the third day, almost all governments had collapsed. The bare few that remain only survive because heroes came to the rescue, even if those heroes had been villains just a few hours ago.
Honestly, that kind of put a smile on my face. It showed, at the end of the day, we're all humans… even if it took an extinction-level event for us to understand.
And soon after, we finally found a trace. Just something to pull. After that, it was only a matter of time. No matter how many times he tried to attack in different places and times, the research team kept going nonstop. Some would collapse out of exhaustion, but with a few hours of sleep, they would come back. There was no complaint, just attempts. Any and every attempt was a go. We didn't know if it would succeed or fail, but we had the manpower to try it out.
And that was not just me and my clones. Everyone was participating, making whatever the designers could come up with. And hours later, we were done.
A massive dimensional scanner. Able to scan through any dimension and find any anomalies, like missing data. We found him. He was able to hide well. But again, all the geniuses on the planet were working on this. Not just the ones focused on physics and dimensions; anyone who thought they could help was helping.
The moment we figured out where he was, there was no need to think it through. Everyone had agreed: the Invincibles needed to be stopped, and the person who sent them needed to be killed. There was no judge or jury. Everyone had chosen execution.
And the moment I used my clones to drag him out, the sentence was already being carried out.
He kept going on and on about being the hero here. But it didn't last long. Not when his limbs were separated and his body torn into four different parts.
Then there was the telepath. When we entered the sub-dimension, we were expecting another person. But no, it was a massive brain in a jar.
"Rudy, do you know what this is?" I ask Robot.
"This is not my specialty. What about you, Professor Q?" He turns towards a young woman.
"No, I am not sure what it is. But my scanner is telling me how he managed to gather all the Invincibles in such a short time—at least for us. This chair lets him speed up time in this sub-dimension to an extreme degree. For us, it has only been two days since he escaped from prison, but from here, he has spent years preparing. Give me some time, and I should be able to find out what is going on with the giant brain," explains Professor Q, the Calculator Goddess.
"I think I can help with this," follows Tactical Augmented Organism, also known as T.A.O. "This is a biological supercomputer, a naturally existing one at that… fascinating. The promise all the so-called Invincibles have been screaming about was a promise given to this thing. Give me a few moments to go through its memories, and I will tell you what the promise is."
And like he had said, it only took him a few seconds to go into the mind of something controlling hundreds of thousands of Invincibles and gather all the information he wanted before coming out.
"Okay, I have looked through its memories. And the promise is that it is beginning to die. Like Professor Q has said, there is a time dilation effect here, and Angstrom used it to capture this creature. for us, just two days ago, For it, nearly a century had passed. Angstrom had been torturing it and isolating it. This species is a social animal, so that only added to its pain until it broke and begged for death. After that, Angstrom stopped the time dilation the brain was in and then gave it a promise: 'Do as I say, and after I succeed, I will grant you your wish to die.' After it agreed, the plan was pretty straightforward—spend years gathering as many Invincibles from as many dimensions as it could, and throw them at the dimension you are in."
He finishes the horrifying information dump by staring at me. Everyone here has been drenched in blood for multiple days. Even as the research team, they still had to defend themselves from some of the Invincibles, so it was not going to make any of us squeamish. Not anymore, that is. But there was nothing to do now. T.A.O. made it clear this thing wants to die. It has been tortured for so long that it can no longer even do anything other than follow Angstrom's orders to kill. So we did what we had to and killed a majestic creature tortured into becoming a monster.
And like all wars, once the fighting is over, it's time to clean up.
And this time, we had an entire planet to clean up.
At least I have some experience with cleaning up after a tragedy.