Your House

[havok1209]

Definitely hope this turns around. It would be very satisfying to see him somehow siphon off his mother's power into him, not just his sister fighting for him. He deserves better.

[GLKnight]

Definitely hope this turns around. It would be very satisfying to see him somehow siphon off his mother's power into him, not just his sister fighting for him. He deserves better.

Three more installments until a major shoe drop about what's going on.

As for "siphoning his mother's power", women who become Neos are physically being turned into new beings. It's in their genetic coding that they're able to use that energy. Desmond, albeit with some cosmetic alterations, is all too Human because men can't become Neos. And that's not just "men" as in "XY chromosome". The NAE has the technology to alter Y chromosomes into X, but it's a total "Body/Mind" situation. Dysphoria and Gender Identity play a part in respective Neo transformation as much as genetics.

How does that work?

Well...

See...

The thing is...

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  I'm still working on that wrinkle. 

Anyway, as for the "deserves better" part, that'll be for the eventual follow up I have planned for this story. After all, a House is just a small part of the World. And as for "his sister fighting for him", there's a huge plot point behind that. But I'll wait for that reveal in a future chapter to say more.

[havok1209]

It does seem odd that a mother wanting to mate with her son wouldn't have automatically raised some red flags as far as "oversight" by the NAE for his approval into the program. Other than that, it's a pretty tight narrative. My personal preference is to avoid emasculation, because I don't think it's always necessary for FMG stories, which is why I hope there's some mechanism for Desmond to at least grow back to a normal size and not be a twink, but I'm interested to see what you do anyway.

[GLKnight]

It does seem odd that a mother wanting to mate with her son wouldn't have automatically raised some red flags as far as "oversight" by the NAE for his approval into the program. Other than that, it's a pretty tight narrative. My personal preference is to avoid emasculation, because I don't think it's always necessary for FMG stories, which is why I hope there's some mechanism for Desmond to at least grow back to a normal size and not be a twink, but I'm interested to see what you do anyway.

It's less about mating and more about control. The goading, manipulating, and even downright pre-programming him was all about limiting what he could do to prevent him from escaping her grasp. Now, even his manhood is symbolically "controlled" by the fact he's been altered and marked. That's not to say she won't use him for her own pleasure, as well. But like what happened when he was a teenager, his mother basically forced him to lose the ability to pick who he wants to be with. Which, like back then, will have consequences.

And as for the NAE, there's a whole host of things about them that have yet to be revealed. But let's just say that you'll want to hang on to your butts. Cause there's a specific reason Doctor Bernard made her appearance so soon, and it's about starting the real setting of the story.

I mean, you have to ask yourself one thing: don't you find it odd that she was scheduled to appear at The Equivalence Estates, and the very night before while security detail was very high, Desmond somehow found his way into the lower levels and caused a disruption?

[GLKnight]

The next morning, I was rudely awoken by five Neos with orange scrubs that matched their normal, white eyes. Moving quickly as they pulled me out of bed and in front of the mirror as my mind snapped to attention. I had initially thought of fighting back to get them off of me, but feeling the hand of one of them as it squeezed the back of my neck made me reconsider. My gown practically torn from me as one of the Neos proceeded to touch my dick.

"Look at the SIZE of this thing!" she said, marveling at the weight and heft as she bounced it in her palm. "Is this what all Companions will be like?"

"Not all," said the older Neo holding me by my neck. "This one's a special case. He belongs to Commander Nowell!"

"She must be a size queen," another chimed in as I felt a hand cradling my balls. "This thing is MASSIVE! And I heard the overdose did a real number on his fertility! They say he'll be a prime stud, from what I heard!"

As the Neos fell into a flurry of giggles, acting as if I wasn't literally the topic of their discussion, the sound of Doctor Lawler's ire reverberated throughout the room.

"IF YOU HAVE TIME TO FAWN, YOU HAVE TIME TO DO YOUR JOBS!"

I had never felt such dichotomy as I had at that moment. On the one hand, I was feeling incredibly unnerved by the way I was being treated like a piece of meat being dangled over a lion's pit. But on the other hand, I was the center of attention of five women, each clearly interested in me due to something my mother gave me.

Oh God, why did I say that? My stomach just did a little flip as the words came to me. But for some reason, it's not as revolting as it should be and I don't know why...

Regardless of anything, Doctor Lawler stormed over to the gaggle of Neos and proceeded to pull me away from their clutches.

"Are you alright, Desmond?" she asked, her eyes glued to the women who had been manhandling me.

"I... think so," I muttered. "I should thank you, June."

"The approval went through," she said nonchalantly, motioning for the Orange Neos to leave the room. "I've officially been Maisie for at least a week.

"Right," I replied with an exasperated sigh. "Um, thank you, Maisie."

As soon as the last of them left the room, Doctor Lawler turned to me and flashed me a winning smile.

"You're welcome! Now, let's go through one last check-up before we put you in some new clothes and send you home, alright?"

"C-Can't I wear what I brought to the, uh... Estates?"

Placing her hand over my heart, I watched as Ju- I mean, Maisie closed her eyes and proceeded to start... I think it was listening? But I wasn't exactly sure. All I knew was I felt this weird little tingle where her fingertips touched my chest. Oddly enough, it didn't feel bad. It was weird, definitely. But it didn't hurt. Actually, none of me was hurting. I went from severely achy to completely fine, if a little sensitive to touch. And maybe temperature, as the room was a bit chilly. But I had nothing to really complain about.

"Sadly, parts of your clothing had frozen to your skin by the time we found you. When we tried to extricate you from them, your body temperature had dropped precipitously and the ice had caused some damage to your skin. In the process, your clothes were contaminated with not only blood, but urine and fecal matter as your body was going through the dying process."

Pulling her hand away, Doctor Lawler... Maisie wriggled her fingers before opening her vibrant blue eyes once more.

"So I really WAS dying on the roof?" I asked, becoming dour at the thought as she wrote something down on her tablet.

"Yes, but we were able to save you. Can you lift your left arm for me?"

Following her instructions, I could practically hear something creaking before a somewhat loud pop rang out.

"Hmph," she muttered, moving to lift my arm and check my shoulder. "Still a bit of tension. But the bones have knit together well, and there seems to be no lingering issues."

As her hands touched my skin, I noticed how warm they are. The gentleness she was taking her approach and treat me. My eyes slowly moving from the profile of her face to her long neck, to the broadened shoulders from her most recent treatment. The way her dress shirt lay on her body, tightened by her arms and chest as her breasts strained the buttons. Every jostle and movement causing the buttons to threaten to give up their struggle and free her magnificent tits to the open air. I wanted them to explode from her body so I could see the definition that lay underneath her shirt so I could-

"You might want to calm down a bit, Desmond."

"I'm sor-"

As soon as I saw why she said what she did, I stopped short. Somehow, in the midst of this checkup, I had become immensely aroused. No, scratch that. MASSIVELY aroused, for sticking almost straight up from my legs was my cock. And it turns out that what I was now packing wasn't just a shower. And if the red coloring didn't get it any attention, the damn thing looking like some kind of porn parody of what a stud would wield in bed made sure it would be seen and possibly even heard as it cleared the 12 inch mark and overshot it by at least half. And the fucking thing was GIRTHY, too! I felt like I had an actual log attached to my groin that was somehow able to stay rigid as it went behind Doctor Lawler!

"Oh God," I groaned, feeling my face burn in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to! It's just, the changes! And- And I- The feeling of your hands! My body just- It-"

The scent of apples and cinnamon washed over me, causing me to calm down as I breathed in the pleasant scent.

"It's okay," Doctor Lawler told me. "It's perfectly normal to become aroused after treatments. All the men who have been treated find themselves becoming easier to turn on in the first few days. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

I nervously ran my hands through my hair, scratching my scalp as I fought to control myself.

"I know! But it's just- I haven't, you know, in a while? And... I find you kind of hot? But you're my Doctor, and the whole "doctor/patient" thing! I should... take a couple minutes to calm down and-"

I felt my body tense as Doctor Lawler slid the tips of her fingers along the length of my shaft. Her warm hands feeling cool against the palpable heat that seemed to emanate from between my legs as she gave me a knowing smile.

"A Doctor's duty is to care for her patients, Desmond. I can give you some... hands on therapy, if you'd like?"

I felt my heart and groin throb at the implication, causing Ju- Er, Maisie to giggle.

"I... don't think mom would-"

She put a finger to my lips, shushing me as she leaned over and grabbed a nearby chair.

"I have the authority to treat you as needed," she purred. "And don't tell me you haven't thought about me in that way before, Mr. Nowell."

The feeling of her fingers as they wrapped around my dick, despite not being able to close due to its size, almost made me moan. Her grip was soft yet firm, the feeling of the utterly alien skin on her palm somehow applying an almost velvety sensation as she slowly slid her hand down to the base before bringing it back up at an agonizingly wonderful pace. The muscles beneath her skin seeming to move in concentric circles as they massaged their way towards the tip, like... Fuck, I don't know how to explain it. But the feeling of the minute control of the muscles in her hand alone was a sensation I was not prepared for.

"Holy... ngh! Holy shit!" I moaned, closing my eyes as she ran her thumb across the tip before sliding her six fingered hand back down once more at a slightly faster pace.

"As it stands," she said, the sound of her chair sliding across the floor as she moved closer to me. "You're still too big for any proper duties. But this is a prime opportunity for me to gather a sample. And if it helps you out, then it can't be all that bad. Right, Desmond?"

I could only nod my head as I felt her movements picking up speed as she began to stroke me in earnest. I could hear the rush of blood in my ears as I felt my stomach tensing up as my hips began to thrust on their own against Maisie's ministrations. Leaning back on the bed while she jerked me off.

"M-Maisie," I groaned, looking directly at her with a pleading glance. "Am I s-supposed to be this... mm, sensitive?"

Pointing my dick up at the ceiling, she gave me a knowing smile before kissing the side of my crown. Causing me to gasp as an electrical tingle ran right through me.

"You're back to early puberty sensitivity," she purred. "So it's like you're starting all over again."

Grabbing the base of my cock with her other hand, Doctor Lawler quickly picked up speed. Leaning down and kissing my sack with a reverence I had only seen in videos as her biceps threatened to split her sleeves open. Making me wish that would happen so I could see them as they should be seen. Using my manhood like a weight as she blasted out rep after rep. My mind wandering as I imagined my cock making her more swole.

"Fuck! This feels too good, Doc! I wanna cum so badly!"

A sudden twinge of pain in my head forced me to wince with a grunt. Rubbing my temple with my palm, I had thought nothing of it as it seemed to recede. But as I opened my eyes, something wasn't right. I seemed the same as I woke up. But between my legs was a giant blue blur where Doctor Lawler was. Its arms moved the same way as it stroked the length of my dick. Its head was where I last saw it as this tingling sensation permeated where it was. But there was this... I don't know, aura about it? Like, a little blue fog filled with crackling energy I had seen before when I was in the bathroom to give a sperm sample. And on the roof? I was really weirded out by it. But I was also feeling really, REALLY good. Like the energy was flowing into me. Making everything feel a thousand times better. It was... It was INTOXICATING as my pleasure proceeded to only grow and grow until I couldn't take any more and I felt my body begin to react.

I barely eked out a "Maisie!" before I saw a thick stream of white rocket out of me and into the air before falling all over the two of us with an intense, heavy splatter. Then another, and another, and another. Each jet of seed as thick as the first as volley after volley flew into the air and back down to the ground. Until, after a minute of the most powerful orgasm I had ever had to date, I felt my body start to relax as the wave of cum ebbed and thinned, and then stopped altogether. Leaving me a panting, sweaty, sticky mess.

"Fuck me!" Doctor Lawler groaned as she closed the lid on a sample jar that was absolutely filled and covered by pearlescent ooze. "I think we might have overdid it on the fertility element of your treatments!"

"You... think?" I huffed, struggling to sit up as my cock stayed pointed straight up for a moment. The damn thing reaching up almost to my neck as the last bits of cum slowly burbled and drooled out of it as I watched Doctor Lawler try to brush random bits of jizz out of her long brown hair. Noticing that her shirt was absolutely soaked in the pungent matter, causing it to stick in the best ways to highlight her glorious curves, toned arms and tapered torso.

"...You're right, it might be an issue. I'll have to figure out something to help control overflow. But on the upside, this is a good sign that everything's working as it should!"

I just gave her a thumbs up, drained of energy and fluids to the point of being tired. Letting her talk about needing to get us cleaned up and me fed and ready before my release in a couple hours. But as she walked out of the room with a spring in her step, I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck I had seen before I climaxed. It reminded me of what happened on the roof, and what I had seen of when all those glowing beings surrounded me as I lay dying. That wasn't a dream, was it? I really SAW that happening? Then... what was with the sky? Did that really happen, as well?

What the fuck is going on with me?

[Sounder9-]

A spicy and sci-fi ish update indeed! At least Desmond's tackle box is fully functional (albeit possibly needing a treatment to properly handle/endure it, unless intentional). Hopefully with the marking process that its not like some DRM (or in this case PRM (Penis Rights Management)) and causes discomfort for the user and usee /s. It also looks like slowly but surely Desmond is able to see the Axzurat or in a way have Axzurat visions, and is able to "generate" energy from there to "transfer" it directly over to our plane, how it can be utilized remains to be seen.

[GLKnight]

Not long after I got cleaned up and ate, I was handed over to my chaperones, consisting of a small team of Neos dressed in Orange and Green uniforms under the command of Amelia. I was forced to dress in a pair of cotton pants that did nothing to hide the prominent bulge between my legs and what amounted to a bizarre mix of a tank top and compression shirt you'd find an athlete would wear. Both pieces of clothing feeling like something a character would wear in some cringey 90's sci fi film. But this was my reality, dressing in things that not only showed off the oversized package I was given, but highlighted just how... how frail I had become.

As I walked the surprisingly cold hallways, shuffling towards my escort in full view of every woman who worked at the facility's medical level, I felt like I was being stalked. Every pair of glowing eyes stopped what they were doing and watched as I was paraded before them. Some giving me stares, others whispering, and yet others acting out on their behavior as I was catcalled with some very lewd comments and suggestions. I had never done that sort of thing to anyone else, but I had heard plenty of stories about women having to put up with it. And in that moment, I found myself feeling that same anger, shame and discomfort they had. To do nothing but walk by as you were being judged and wanted. All I wanted to do was run to the elevator and escape, but I was forced to walk at the Neo soldiers pace. And thus, forced to feel the immense indignity of this walk of shame.

"I wanna go home," I whispered, fighting to remain calm as we approached the elevator door. "And I never want to be here again."

"Don't worry," Amelia told me, pressing the call button. "You'll be home in no time."

But as the doors opened and I was pushed inside, I knew that wasn't the case at all. I had lost my home. I had lost my financial security. I had lost my chance to provide a new life for my sister. What I was being led to was not what I had bought or planned. What I was being led to was the arms of my mother, who had forged my signature, lied to the people in charge, arranged for me to be put through Hell. She had taken everything from me, including how my body looked. She had claimed me. And she got what she wanted.

I honestly don't know what else she can take from me, now.

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As we pulled into the home stretch towards my... where I was to be living from now on, my eyes lifted from my knees and out the window of the vehicle only to see something incredibly bizarre. I knew this was my street, but every house looked completely different. Gone were the individual houses I was familiar with, replaced by these incredibly alien houses that were partially still in construction. As I watched them go by, they were somehow more than three dimensional. No matter how I looked at them, no matter which angle I was adjacent to, it was like they were completely box-like in a spherical way. Every building took up so much, yet so little space. It was as if they had been constructed to be as paradoxical as possible. The only time they looked somewhat normal was when I was staring down each of the driveways, flattening out into something my brain was able to comprehend before the slightest angle made them go back into ensuring I was constantly looking directly at the entrance once more. As we slowed down, I felt my head starting to hurt from the perspective mindfuckery I witnessed.

"We're here."

As Amelia climbed out of the vehicle, I had to close my eyes for a second. There was this persistent sting in the center of my brain, like a needle slowly being twisted ever so slightly as I squeezed my eyes tightly and opened them to find... my house. Like, not just A "house". MY house. The one I bought, had painted how I wanted. The front yard in the same level of care I preferred when I paid landscapers to maintain it and everything. Stepping out of the vehicle, I moved this way and that, trying to figure out if there was something else going on. But there wasn't. This was MY HOUSE! They had chosen to leave it as is!

"I don't- They were working on it when I left," I said, elated at the reveal. "Why is it still the same, given all the others?"

"It was still modified," Captain Chaimongkhon told me. "But since this is the home of Commander Nowell, she wanted the outside to remain the same. Something about keeping up appearances."

"Desmond? Is that really you?"

As I turned towards the voice, my mouth dropped. Despite looking like a young Social Media obsessed model, with long dark hair, bigger lips, a more defined nose, large gravity defying breasts and impressively wide hips, the person's tone and cadence was unmistakable.

"Mrs. Tallarico?!"

Throwing herself at me, I couldn't help but feel myself getting turned on as she pulled me in tightly. The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg and cocoa wafting over me as she squealed in joy.

"Where have you BEEN? I was worried sick since you left!"

As I gently pushed her away, I couldn't help but notice how trim Mrs. Tallarico now looked. The subtle definition in her arms and shoulders, along with her abs popping out slightly from beneath her tube top and the utter thickness of her thighs in workout tights.

"I'm... uh, I'm alright. But you... WOW! You look... amazing!"

As she smiled brightly, I noticed for the first time that my mind was not playing tricks on me a couple months ago. Seeing with crystal clarity the vibrant electric blue of her eyes as she struck some poses for me. Turning this way and that as she took proud in her new appearance.

"Awww! And you went through your own treatments, as well! Such a cutie patootie!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, I was instantly reminded of what had happened to me. I don't think she was told about anything I went through at The Equivalence Estates, her concern suddenly rising as I emotionally deflated right before her eyes.

"Yeah. Thanks."

As I turned away, causing her to start questioning why I began to act so strange, Amelia calmly put her hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the house.

"It's gonna be okay," she said, trying to comfort me. "She doesn't know about companions and how claimancy works yet. But give it time, Desmond. You'll get used to it."

But I didn't WANT to get used to it. I just wanted to go inside and never come out again. I had never felt that way before, but that's how everything was now, I guess. Every element of the neighborhood was a reminder that all I knew and thought was how things were supposed to be could easily be taken away and changed. As we stopped, I couldn't help but feel a slight tremor run through me while I stared at the front door, remembering what Amelia told me as I looked back and noticed others nearby had come out and formed a crowd around us. A cluster of Neos, with Orange or Green eyes and Misses- No, not Misses. Not anymore, since her treatments had her looking like a woman in her mid-twenties who kept in shape. I should probably start calling her by her first name, Erica. Yeah, Erica Tallarico. Ain't that a name?

"You said the outside was kept the same," I said, wearily. "So does that mean the inside has been changed?"

Amelia slowly nodded her head as she pulled out what looked like a little key fob before waving it in front of the door and causing a little clack as the entrance unlocked.

"Keep in mind, every house was fitted with some tech to create more... space that the DOE has been using for over twenty years, now. It can be a little disorienting if you're not ready for it."

"Any different than something that can cause me to be programmed into a little compliant toy with the usage of a certain phrase?"

Pursing her lips as if she was sucking on a lemon, Amelia just closed her eyes as she gripped the doorknob.

"Just ready yourself, Mr. Nowell. Okay?"

As she opened the door, my mind ached a little at what I was seeing. On the outside, it indeed looked like my old home. But then you step through the doorway, and suddenly you realize that dimensionality really did not matter to the minds at work at the DOE. The room was far bigger than it should be, almost opulent in spacing as it was littered with seating and mattresses in an almost hedonistic sense. On one side hung what was clearly a screen- Scratch that. I think it WAS the wall. The damn thing looked so big, it was almost as if the rationale was to create an actual digital gateway. There was an internal light structure on the ceiling, filled with strange looking bulbs made of what I think were glass. But the way they glinted at any given time defied my ability to explain it, switching between colors despite not being turned on in the light of midday.

And my mother's touches of her personality were everywhere. Pictures in frames of her throughout her life. Her "trophies" as she always put it, of our accomplishments remade to congratulate her. A slew of items that mom had either owned before or seemed to have recently gotten on tables or on shelves built into walls. Just more of a reminder that everything I had wanted didn't matter to her, including creating an environment that was controlled and organized for ease of access.

"Do you want a tour of the house?"

I just shook my head and moved towards the nearby stairs, which thankfully remained. Though they were replaced with something more opulent in the number of steps and design, with some type of darker hardwood and railing made of what seemed like gold. I don't know why, but it felt less like a home to me, and more like someone's attempt at recreating a despot's palace as I passed by painting after painting of my mother. Portrait after portrait, either standing proud in her red fatigues or in some form of conquering hero. Her youthened features and enhanced physique looming over me with every step as I slowly walked to the second floor.

Upon reaching the landing, I paused to look at how this has changed. Taking in the long, almost penthouse like hallway painted in a bright white with more of the same light structures as I had seen in what I assumed was the living room. Several doors lined each side, standing in contrast to the overall size of the building on the outside. Each one similarly latched with a sensor for what I assumed was the key fob that Captain Chaimongkhon currently possessed. All of the doors being locked except for two, one at each side to frame a massive pair of double doors that stood out against the rest at the far end of the hallway. It was easy to guess whose room that was. And by reason of finding the door that stood out by being like it wouldn't lead to a bed, I knew which one was my room.

Turning the latch for what was my room, I was not prepared for my "living" space. The room was half of what I had slept in before leaving the house for a month, having very little room for both a bed and a simple dresser. It felt like a glorified broom closet, which is what I'm pretty sure my mom had wanted for me. Even in my sleep, she wanted to remind me of what I did and didn't deserve. The only other change being a giant window that led out to a balcony that I was unable to access, as the glass itself gave off the air of a zoo. All so those who wanted could sit outside my room and watch me like a caged animal. There were no curtains, no blinds. The sunlight streaming into my room, meaning my mornings were going to be very early from now on.

As I moved towards the dresser, I could hear Amelia slowly walking into the room, sitting on my single sized bed as the springs squeaked beneath her weight. And pulling open the top drawer, I just stopped.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Commander Nowell's orders. From now on, you are to only wear what she has deemed appropriate for you."

Inside the top drawer, I only saw more of the same types of top that I was currently wearing, all in the same unassuming dark grey color. In the middle were crew cut socks with a strange felt padding on the sole, clearly designed to reduce the sound of my footsteps as much as possible. But in the bottom drawer, I noticed that I had more of the same types of cotton pants. But when I pulled them out, I only counted two. Which meant that, including the ones I was wearing, I now only owned three pairs.

"This can't be right," I said, looking at Amelia as she watched me from the bed. "Three pairs of pants isn't enough."

"It's what was in the log," she said, holding out her hand so I could hand her a pair as she inspected the quality. "The commander demanded we fill her clothing order immediately, specifically stating what everyone in this house would be wearing. I thought it was odd that you were given so little to wear, especially how thin they are. But-"

"Orders are orders."

My attention immediately snapped towards the doorway to find my mother standing there, her eyes scanning the room with intense focus as she smiled with satisfaction at the surroundings.

"No underwear," I asked, trying to slow my breath so I didn't scream at her. "No shoes, three pairs of pants? What's the point of making sure I have nothing to wear?"

"Having nothing to wear IS the point," she said, smirking. "From this point on, you are to wear NOTHING below your waist unless I tell you otherwise inside my house."

"Why?" I asked, growing more uncomfortable with the idea. "Do you want me to constantly show off this disgusting growth you gave me between my legs?"

Dropping the bag in her hand, mom's massive frame loomed maliciously as she leaned towards me. Causing me to lean back as she put her hand on top of mine on the dresser, her six fingers squeezing it tightly as a reminder that I wasn't able to escape her at the moment.

"Exactly! I want any and every being, whether Neo or not, who enters this building to see what you are good for, Des! I want you to show off the one thing you can give to all Neos so I may take pleasure in knowing that all you have is because of me! You are my child! My property! My companion! You get me, Desmond?"

Captain Chaimongkhon, sensing the inherent purpose of that statement, quickly got to her feet and approached my mother.

"Commander Nowell, don't you think dehumanizing him like this is a little extreme? I know he's your claim and all, but-"

My mom slowly turned her head towards Amelia, her gaze shifting slightly higher due to the green eyed Neo's slight advantage of height. But the way Amelia blanched from the growing pressure of my mom's ire as if she was wordlessly calling her out for insubordination was utterly frightening. Amelia was taller, had more mass behind her. But mom was more heavily built, more stern. And from what I had seen of the aftermath of her fight with Desi, far more prone to violence than Captain Chaimongkhon was.

"Do you think a Green like yourself is more capable of caring for him than a Red like me, Captain?"

Amelia and I both froze. The way mom coldly called her out, every syllable tinged with a desire for a challenge as mom shifted her stance, putting her hands to her sides as the grin on her face grew hungrier. It was like she wanted another fight. Willing to goad the person put in charge of overseeing us into a throwdown that I knew would have wrecked this room much like the mountain base hallway and office was. So, without a second thought, I began signaling for her to back down, to disengage. I didn't want more blood on my behalf. Not after what happened to my sister.

"I'm not looking for a fight," she said, taking a quick breath to focus. "You may be my superior officer, but I'm still overseeing your family's safety and security."

"And you shouldn't forget that I'm the one overseeing operations for Doctor Bernard, Captain."

It was at this point mom leaned in and said something in a language I couldn't understand. But it was clear Amelia could, her eyes growing wide at what had to be a threat.

"You wouldn't..."

"I would," mom replied, holding out her hand. "Now, you may leave us. I only have a couple days before I'm being deployed and I want to spend as much time as I can with my dear, sweet darling boy."

Reaching into her pocket, Captain Chaimongkhon silently pulled out her key fob and handed it to my mother before shooting me an apologetic look and rushing out of my room. My mother, bouncing the key fob in her hand, smiled and reached down for her bag.

"The next time I see you, you had best be naked from the waist down. I want to see if everything was to my specifications before dinner. I'm thinking maybe Thai food tonight!"

Laughing at her comment, I stood completely still as my mom walked out of my room and through the double doors of her new bedroom.

[Sounder9-]

Quite the update on the house itself and the surrounding houses too! It makes sense as well, incorporate the tech as well as the people to show not only its dominance but also its benefits. Especially in showing that you can accomplish more with less.

Laura is really pulling all the stops in dragging Desmond through the mud. Along with little to no clothing I'd imagine that the same or harsher protocols are in place (i.e. food, room, and movement restrictions) as well and from what happened with Amelia, any unauthorized assistance will be met with brutal retaliation. I wonder what fate lies for Desi, if Desmond's predicament is a preview it will most likely be worse since she tried to fight her head on.

Another thing to wonder how many "deployments" has Laura been on. Giving her status and her "trophies" it sound like she's been on quite a tear. Though at the same time it sounds like she's the type to come back alone and use anyone (friend or foe) to get the job done and to reap all the glory. At the very least it sound like after the few days of hell, Desmond will have some (possible) reprieve once she is deployed.

[GLKnight]

Another thing to wonder how many "deployments" has Laura been on. Giving her status and her "trophies" it sound like she's been on quite a tear. Though at the same time it sounds like she's the type to come back alone and use anyone (friend or foe) to get the job done and to reap all the glory. At the very least it sound like after the few days of hell, Desmond will have some (possible) reprieve once she is deployed.

I can tell you right now, as this really won't be a spoiler, that this is Laura's first deployment. In fact, the next installment will be a certain revelation about the incident at The Equivalence Estates  and lead into what I've actually been laying out since the beginning.

Quite the update on the house itself and the surrounding houses too! It makes sense as well, incorporate the tech as well as the people to show not only its dominance but also its benefits. Especially in showing that you can accomplish more with less.

This has actually been a massive element of the NAE's stratagem. After the next installment, there will be another worldbuilding detail that will reveal some behind the curtain details that I really do wish I could afford to animate due to how it's technically meant to be formatted. This is also after the reveal of what NAE actually stands for. And starting in what is essentially Chapter 20, readers will finally learn what the Ranking system actually means. Because let me be crystal clear: there's a double standard system in place. And for Neos, it's not based on facetious letters like it is for everyone else.

Laura is really pulling all the stops in dragging Desmond through the mud. Along with little to no clothing I'd imagine that the same or harsher protocols are in place (i.e. food, room, and movement restrictions) as well and from what happened with Amelia, any unauthorized assistance will be met with brutal retaliation. I wonder what fate lies for Desi, if Desmond's predicament is a preview it will most likely be worse since she tried to fight her head on.

Desi will be making her return soon. And after the fight with her mother, she'll be taking a new approach to things now that her and Desmond's roles have flipped so thoroughly. It may not be immediate, but there are more changes on the way. Because things are coming to a head and escalating in many different ways. And Desi isn't the only character who has had a severe change of heart about their role in all this.

I mean, she has been rejecting the Destiny the NAE has been trying to place on her since the beginning, after all.

[GLKnight]

I spent the next three hours inside my room. Even if I felt stifled and somewhat claustrophobic in there, it was better than being forced to expose myself for mom's amusement. But as I sat on my bed trying to come to grips with it all, I knew that my room was as much a symbolic representation of my situation as the coloration of my crotch. I was tagged, treated less like a human and more like an animal, in a cage of solid glass or emotional baggage. And I couldn't live like this forever. I had to do what I did before. Knuckle up and do what I can to survive until I could somehow get away from this nightmare I found myself in. But the only downside I saw was Desi. I had no idea what they had done to her, nor how she would be when she came home. For all I knew, she could probably be a brain in a jar while her body was piloted by some cybernetic programming into a perfect weapon of the state. Or, more frighteningly, somehow converted her into my mom's mini-clone. All kindness and gentleness drained out of her until she was noting more than a cold, heartless instrument of their will.

God damn it, stop thinking that way! There's no way in Hell that a person's entire existence can be taken over like that! You have more than just yourself to think of! You have to survive so that both of you can get out of here! Even if that means I have to humiliate myself...

As I closed my eyes and stood up from my bed, I realized I couldn't avoid it. If mom thinks she's going to humiliate me by having me constantly show off for God and everyone else the alterations she chose, then I'd have to make it my own. Quickly dropping the cotton clothing to the floor and grabbing my dick and balls for a better look.

"I can handle this," I whispered to myself assuringly. "I can handle this."

As soon as I looked downward, the immediate thing I was struck with was how small my hands looked compared to the sheer size of my genitals. Given the red coloration and sheer girth of my shaft and testicles, it was almost like I was made partially into a Neo. But as they made sure to remind me, I was still all too human. So here I was, hands on my dick as I was left pondering why, out of all the things that could have happened in my life, why was I put into this stupid program and made into a freak while all the women around me were being turned into muscular powerhouses like this was some sort of comic book? My changes were ridiculous, my mother's changes were frightening, my sister's changes were both awe inspiring AND frightening to put some thought into, this whole bullshit NAE situation made no sense. And to top it off, this fucking headache just wouldn't GO AWAY!

And what the fuck was going on with those blurry aura things I'm seeing? Doctor Lawler's was blue, like her eyes. I think that was my sister's I saw on the roof, considering she's the only one who's got any connection to white. Is that a clue or something? Maybe it's just my mind trying to rationalize things? Or some kind of aneurysm that is going unchecked, and I'm about to have a massive stroke? I mean, I feel fine outside of this stinging in my head. I think I might be dehydrated. Gotta get some water.

As I cautiously left my room, I could tell that I was not going to enjoy being forced to go without pants as I could feel myself swinging back and forth like a pendulum, gently bobbing and tapping against my knees with every step like a boat on a lake as it bumps into the dock. Guys always say that "bigger is better", but they should rethink that when you're forced to go slow due to every major jostling move down a large flight of stairs causes your family jewels to ache like you're constantly recovering from getting a swift kick in the babymaker. By the time I made it downstairs, I had to take a moment to just breathe and let the screaming needles worming their way up into my gut quiet down before I could do anything else. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth like Amelia told me to do last night as I fought off the urge to puke.

It was only as I felt the ache going away that I noticed mom was in the living room, clad only in a red tank top and purple short shorts amid all the cushions and chairs. Looking like she was standing perfectly still while her eyes were closed, arms in front of her in that weird salute. Her body was more than I realized, transformed well beyond the normal standards of fitness. Every inch was primed and jacked, and yet there was a supple grace to her bulky physique that gave her a balance that aided to defy an explanation. Her tear-dropped calves leading to thick and densely packed thighs, creating a pillar-like structure that lead to a wide and incredibly toned core. A prominent Belt Of Orion that guided my eye towards her insanely ripped six pack abs. Flaring lats that created an expanse of mass leading to her newly enlarged breasts atop a shelf of pectoral walls that jut out proud and firm beneath the incredibly powerful forearms as her broad six-fingered red fists rested on top of each other. Her mountainous shoulders relaxed yet still somehow flexing as her what I had to assume were twenty-six inch biceps twitched. Her bull-like neck somehow rolling beneath her skin upwards towards her youthened face, her features now closer to a pop star than the former socialite she always tried to pass herself off as. A knowing smirk spreading on her face as I approached her for a better look.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, opening her eyes with an intense stare and catching me off guard.

"I- I didn't know what you were- I just-"

But she just snorted, shifting her stance to an at ease, putting her hands behind her back as her eyes began to narrow on me.

"You were just admiring me. I could tell by the sound of your heart, Desmond."

I couldn't help but start moving back as she approached me, looking me over like I was a meal that had been presented before a tiger. Not realizing that I was being cornered until I felt the bannister of the staircase in my upper back, my hesitation giving her ample time to grab the railing in one hand and my chin in the other.

"How?" I asked as she turned my head this way and that as she began evaluating my appearance. "How could you-"

"Hear your heartbeat?" she said, her voice sounding both warm yet commanding. "Something your sister hasn't realized yet is that treatments are not specifically limited. Enhancement means just that, Desmond."

She quickly sniffed the air, seeming to recognize something I wasn't able to notice.

"And it seems you had a meeting with Doctor Lawler. I can smell her on you, Desmond. Especially-"

She released my chin and quickly moved downward. Her hand fitting perfectly around my exposed cock as she held it in a powerful grip.

"...Here! And I smell an all too familiar scent! Seems Doctor Lawler thinks you are in perfect shape for service!"

I couldn't help but quietly moan as I felt a throb in my crotch. My dick twitching in her hand as the scent of Amber and Vanilla washed over me.

"I don't- I don't want to-"

Mom began to cruelly laugh as she let me go and turning her back on me. Her beefy build creating a perfect accentuation as her muscular back led down to a pair of full, rounded glutes as she resumed her position in the living room.

"I am not going to force you to do anything, Desmond. Instead, you will bend to my every whim until you WANT me to take you. You will come to recognize that, like your father, you are mine to do with as I please until you abandon the notion that we are equals. I am Neo and you are human. I am Breeder and you are Stud. I am your MASTER and you are my COMPANION."

As she finished telling me my role in life, she pointed next to her. Her eyes staring at me with that same air of challenge as with Captain Chaimongkhon an hour earlier in my room.

"Now, it's time for you to learn some simple movements to prepare you for your duties while we wait for dinner to arrive."

I sheepishly stepped forward, taking my place to her left as she once again crossed her arms in that weird salute. I crossed my arms as well, fully expecting this was part of the whole thing. But her smirk told me otherwise.

"Motion one."

Mom spread her arms out, nearly smacking me in the face before moving in a circular motion at the waist. Smoothly completing one rotation before stopping with another glare.

"I SAID DO AS I DO, DESMOND!"

I practically jumped at her shout echoed in my ears, causing the stinging in my head to spike as I tried to imitate her. But I quickly realized that my body wasn't exactly willing to cooperate like this, as the muscles in my back and sides started screaming at me to stop. Whatever this motion was for, it kept squeezing the air out of me as I moved around and back up. I had never done this type of exercising ever in my life as I went into another spin, but at a slower pace as I felt this painful tension along my spine. Meanwhile, mom was just flying at a brisk pace, somehow in perfect control of her torso as her legs stayed absolutely still. The only swaying being from her upper body as it effortlessly went in a full propeller-like spin at high rotation. I just couldn't keep up, coming to a full stop as my back burned and dizziness creeped into me, out of breath and sweating after a few twists as I started to cramp up.

"Oh, God! Why... does it hurt so mu-"

I felt my mother's hand on the back of my head, causing me to careen forward into a slight stumble.

"DON'T STOP! Motion two!"

As I rubbed the back of my head, I was going to shout at her before storming off. But the sight of my mom's bulky body suddenly bending over in a smooth arc before slowly righting itself caused my jaw to drop. The way her abs remained perfectly defined despite practically folding in half BACKWARDS, her hands slapping onto the floor as her legs tensed and bloated into sinewy roots of stability as if she was flexing them to pull the rest of her mass back to where she had started.

Simply put, there was NO WAY IN HELL I'd be able to do that.

"I can't do that one!" I cried out, waving my hands in disapproval. "I don't know how you're able to do that now, mom. But I'm not built for that! Especially after you forced me into this pathet-"

I couldn't even finish my sentence before mom's hand was pulling the hair on the back of my head. Yanking me closer towards her enraged face while her red and black eyes seemed to get brighter as her fury mounted.

"You WILL do this one, Desmond! These are for your own good! Now, are you going to try? Or am I going to-"

A bizarre tone suddenly shot through the room, a strange mix of a bell and a beep, followed by two more close behind. Then a brief pause before another. As I tried to figure out what was going on, mom just closed her eyes and relaxed as she exhaled.

"You are lucky," she said, her fury cooling rapidly as she threw me towards a nearby love chair. "I've been waiting for Cecilia's broadcast. She told me she wants you to watch it, as you're going to be part of the conversation."

"What are you talking about?" I grunted, rubbing the back of my head as she walked towards the giant screen.

"You'll see. Voice recognition code 2J3-54B-M39-T2K2-8PW1L7. Identity phrase: Mulier, Et Qui Exsurget Regere Omnes. Axzurian frequency: Theta Theta Quill."

I was floored when I saw the screen actually coming out of the wall, an eerie blue glow filling in the seams of where it rested as little tendrils of wiring wriggled out from behind. The actual frame slowly extending and lengthening as it hummed a weird tone some part of the center of my bring tingle in a bizarre way, causing the stinging in my head to somehow get worse as I squirmed in my seat. I shook my head, rubbing my temple with the palm of my hand as the screen flickered to life as it was filled with the purple flag I had seen on the dining room level of the Estates and in Doctor Bernard's office.

"What... What was that tone?"

"You heard that?" Mom asked, amused at my question as she sat in a chair close to me. "That was the frequency to keep our communications hidden. It's what the Blues like to call a "Neo Frequency", as those who have never been exposed to the Axzurat are completely incapable of perceiving."

"Blues? What does the color of someone's eyes have to do with any of this?"

But instead of answering my question, mom just reached over, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

"Be a Good Boy and just watch the broadcast quietly until after it ends."

My body immediately changed its posture on its own, causing me to turn my head towards the screen while I was rendered mute as Doctor Bernard appeared on screen sitting behind a completely new desk proliferated with all the different flags she had adorned the old one with.

"To all my Sisters, and to all their Companions, residing around the world. Today is a momentous day. It is a troubling day. It is a joyous day. It is a day worth celebrating. For we have reached a new stage of our existence in which to fulfil our true purpose."

I tried to turn my head, confused by Doctor Bernard's statement as I mumbled words that refused to be spoken. But all mom did was shush me and use her finger to point me to the screen.

"As you may remember, it was two weeks ago when I visited one of our many communal training cities. I went there, planning to celebrate our Sixtieth anniversary. Sixty years since we, The Sisterhood Of Neos were first formed in that terrible accident that breached this world with The Axzurat and revealed the true bounty before us. But the very night before our celebration, tragedy ensued when an unknown figure covertly infiltrated the building. Stealing vital files and causing undue mayhem in what was our operating security systems at the time. And then, the terrible discovery of Desmond Nowell, son and companion of Commander Laura Nowell, as he lay dying on the very rooftop of The Equivalence Estates. We were able to save his life, but in doing so, he revealed to us who had assaulted him."

I couldn't help but smile as hope burned within me. They were going to reveal they had a traitor in their midst! Doctor Bernard was going to tell them that they had caught her and-

"It was as we feared. A joint team of U.N. affiliated operatives had broken into the facility and tried to cause great havoc in order to make us turn on each other to bring our Sisterhood down."

WHAT?! NO! IT WAS A NEO WITH RED EYES! I SAW HER EYES, DAMN IT! IT WAS ONE OF YOUR OWN! SHE-

"And after a discussion with all of our Sisters of the Red spectrum, I have decided that we must take action immediately. Starting today, I have officially called for War."

...No!

My head quickly turned towards my mother, somehow defying her command only to see her with the biggest, proudest smile on her face. A look I had never seen before as she took great joy. I wanted her to hear me, throwing myself forward. My lips unable to open as I silently expressed my rage as I clawed at my mouth to pry it open, to grab my jaw and break free. But she still smiled that proud smile, moving forward to grab my hands and bind me as Doctor Bernard continued her speech.

"In the next few days, we will begin operations to announce ourselves to the world. And we will give them an ultimatum: submit themselves to our banner, or bear the weight of our might and fury."

"Stop struggling and keep watching!" mom yelled, wrapping her limbs around me as I fought against her. I began to cry as frustration from being used as an excuse for conflict overtook me, growing tired and out of breath as my midsection began to cramp up once more.

"Too long has this world suffered under the misguided "right" of Man. Despots and greedy corporations have plundered the souls of Humanity and the resources at hand. And too long have we stayed in the shadows. The time for our light has come. The time for our strength is here. The time for our ascension is nigh. We, The Neo-Alsarnian Empire, must be the stewards of this world and all others we journey to."

With that, mom let me go and pushed me to the floor. Landing on some cushions in a heap as I rolled into a ball and gripped my sides while she stood up over me. Her arms crossing into that weird salute once more.

"Paxzujan haq lafokluj."

Mom squat down in front of me, the red in her eyes practically sparking with energy.

"From chaos, we create order, Desmond!"

Their voices unified as one, chanting the slogan printed on banners and posters. A slogan I could only imagine was being chanted right now by untold numbers of Neos across the world.

"Neo Is New. Neo For You."

I was too tired to fight back as mom grabbed one of my ankles and began walking off, dragging me along as the stinging needle like headache I had been fighting all day grew more painful. A bright white flash causing me to close my eyes before opening them to see the vibrant red blur that was my mother's outline as she pulled me towards the stairs.

"Now let's get you to your room, young man!" she told me while my vision began to swim and start to fade. "You're going to bed with no supper! And tomorrow, we'll pick up where we left off bright and early!"

[Sounder9-]

I can see what you mean by hinting about the World now. It will be a quite the series of battles to come with Neo Forces vs the World and at the same time what will happen once (if) the truth comes out as well.

   It must be said that Desmond has an indomitable spirit. I mean he's deep inside of NAE territory and even then is still is resistant to their machinations even when he has little to no power against it (but it looks like slowly he’s resisting that programming as well). It also looks like while he’s still human he is gaining his own abilities, possibly having some advantage however small over Neos. Also finding out more about Desmond's father and how his relation with Laura solidifies her persona as someone who only sees others as useful tools (even Cecilia).

   In a way I can see why Cecelia’s motivation (and her attraction/partnership to Laura) for all of this, she wants to manipulate both Neo’s and humans to install the NAE regardless of the cost of life on both sides. Laura even hints it when she says "from chaos, we create order" the “chaos” being this war and bringing “order” as in being the queen makers of the world. I fear though that while Neo’s will have an early advantage, humanity as a whole will try to make sure (if Desmond's spirit is an example) that its a Pyrrhic victory along with both Neo and human animosity will be palpable (unless Neo’s have some Thanos level snap abilities to destroy en mass then all bets are off).

   It also begs the question of the deployment itself: where will it be, their rules of engagement, how will they treat prisoners of war (especially women), etc. While the average Neo will have an easy time over one to two regular soldiers, it sounds like they’ll have to have some serious planning and tactics ready to take on the world. Not to mention if any of the other countries have their own Neo program or something similar waiting for an event like this to pop off.

   “The woman and the one who will rule all” (See. Identity Phrase), heh (well its definitely not Desmond (or is it, nah /s)). So in a way Desi is destined to rule over all and Laura is her handler.  With the proper brainwashing I'd imagine it could happen but at the same time it would need to be even more invasive than Desmond. At the same time if Laura is the handler, she could essentially take over the NAE without a fight.

This update definitely is making the noggin percolating! K++

[GLKnight]

[From a pamphlet found near a demonstration for the opening of a new NAE branch. There were many of the same links and small text as from the flyers we found, but under a different name.

Date of evidence retrieval: 23rd of July, 2011
Profile of evidence: Purple pamphlet with purple triangle/pyramid surrounded by Orange/Green/Blue/Red rings (in order)
Title: Building A Better You (black lettering, bold font)]


HELPING TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD


I am sure you are very scared or confused, right now. The world is defined by change. You may have recently received some terrible news, or had a change in dynamics inside your home, or even face strife as one of the countless people suffering from mental illness or homelessness or the myriad of potential symptoms of chaos of existence. The world seems odd or frightening, always coming at all angles. An insurmountable force designed to break you down until you submit to the will of those you will never truly see. The phantoms in your mind, the whims of those you must care for, or just the random impugning of a person who wishes something of you.

All of it creating a belief that you are alone, powerless, weak.

We here at the Neo Achievement Enterprises are willing to guide you, to show you that you are not alone. That you are powerful. That you are strong.


HELPING TO MAKE A BETTER YOU


The NAE is an intercontinental organization that works in tandem with authorization from governmental bodies like the Department Of Equivalence, the United Nations Equivalency Counsel, various outreach and communal care charities like the Green Star Committee and Blue Sun Institute and many more around the globe in order to ensure your sanctity and survival. With branches in over 173 countries that have direct access to both Public and Private sectors of life, we have the resources and staff necessary to enact great change for the betterment of every community around the world.

Our onsite specialists are there to help you in any and every facet of your life. From much needed medical care (whether physical or mental), to educational needs to ensure a more constructive development of skills you need to build a much more stable life, to financial experts that come from all areas of the economic centers of trading and banking and more. There is no element of everyday life that we are unable to help you get a stronger grasp on. And all of this comes at no cost to you, to ensure that you are given the freedom to explore what makes you both a stronger woman and a stronger person to create a new version of yourself that capitalizes on all that came before.

Or, as we like to call it, a Neo version of you.


HELPING YOU TO MAKE A NEO YOU


By enrolling in the Equivalence Training Program, we will get you to be the best version of yourself that you can be. We can guarantee the changes in life you want. From simple things like better health and improved mental wellbeing, to more complex things like communal safety and transition opportunities. Every element of womanhood is celebrated, empowered, protected and shared. All for the sake of building a better world, a new world, a Neo world for all.

Will you join us, as well as all your sisters around the globe, in sharing the strength you cultivate here with us? For you are strong, you are powerful. And with us, you will not be alone as you grow stronger yet. For that is the will of the NAE. The will of you. The will of the Neo you.


NEO IS NEW.

NEW FOR YOU.

[GLKnight]

[From a pamphlet found near a demonstration for the opening of a new NAE branch. There were many of the same links and small text as from the flyers we found, but under a different name.

Date of evidence retrieval: 23rd of July, 2011
Profile of evidence: Purple pamphlet with purple triangle/pyramid surrounded by Orange/Green/Blue/Red rings (in order)
Title: Building A Better You (black lettering, bold font)]


HELPING TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD


I am sure you are very scared or confused, right now. The world is defined by change. You may have recently received some terrible news, or had a change in dynamics inside your home, or even face strife as one of the countless people suffering from mental illness or homelessness or the myriad of potential symptoms of chaos of existence. The world seems odd or frightening, always coming at all angles. An insurmountable force designed to break you down until you submit to the will of those you will never truly see. The phantoms in your mind, the whims of those you must care for, or just the random impugning of a person who wishes something of you.

All of it creating a belief that you are alone, powerless, weak.

We here at the Neo Achievement Enterprises are willing to guide you, to show you that you are not alone. That you are powerful. That you are strong.


HELPING TO MAKE A BETTER YOU


The NAE is an intercontinental organization that works in tandem with authorization from governmental bodies like the Department Of Equivalence, the United Nations Equivalency Counsel, various outreach and communal care charities like the Green Star Committee and Blue Sun Institute and many more around the globe in order to ensure your sanctity and survival. With branches in over 173 countries that have direct access to both Public and Private sectors of life, we have the resources and staff necessary to enact great change for the betterment of every community around the world.

Our onsite specialists are there to help you in any and every facet of your life. From much needed medical care (whether physical or mental), to educational needs to ensure a more constructive development of skills you need to build a much more stable life, to financial experts that come from all areas of the economic centers of trading and banking and more. There is no element of everyday life that we are unable to help you get a stronger grasp on. And all of this comes at no cost to you, to ensure that you are given the freedom to explore what makes you both a stronger woman and a stronger person to create a new version of yourself that capitalizes on all that came before.

Or, as we like to call it, a Neo version of you.


HELPING YOU TO MAKE A NEO YOU


By enrolling in the Equivalence Training Program, we will get you to be the best version of yourself that you can be. We can guarantee the changes in life you want. From simple things like better health and improved mental wellbeing, to more complex things like communal safety and transition opportunities. Every element of womanhood is celebrated, empowered, protected and shared. All for the sake of building a better world, a new world, a Neo world for all.

Will you join us, as well as all your sisters around the globe, in sharing the strength you cultivate here with us? For you are strong, you are powerful. And with us, you will not be alone as you grow stronger yet. For that is the will of the NAE. The will of you. The will of the Neo you.


NEO IS NEW.

NEW FOR YOU.

TO: [REDACTED]
FROM: [REDACTED]
SUBJECT: About PROJECT: DARKLIGHT


We must continue to find more evidence of what the NAE actually does and stands for. Their reach is frightening, and we're having some difficulty authenticating the veracity of their so-called affiliations. While very innocuous, I fear we may be facing a potential threat the likes of which we have never seen before.

We must not let out guard down. Something tells me this is bigger than anything we've dealt with to date. We must keep our hands clean until we know for certain that whom we are dealing with are who they say they are. And I pray that what is happening is not an Omega Sanction event.

-Agent S. Merlin]

[Sounder9-]

Just when I though I things figured out (thus far) you throw a curve ball, well done!

I'll just say that disregard my previous about any conventional war theories or tactics, there's nothing conventional about this "war".

[GLKnight]

Just when I though I things figured out (thus far) you throw a curve ball, well done!

I'll just say that disregard my previous about any conventional war theories or tactics, there's nothing conventional about this "war".

As much as what's happened so far, I've only shown a fraction of where it's leading to. The NAE have been around for over half a decade. And the worldbuilding elements have hinted at just how scary their reach actually is. After the break from this story next month, the next chapter will show off what some of their tech is capable of.

And forgive me for the cliche, but this isn't even their final form...