Chapter 163: Chapter 158

I heaved a heavy sigh as I teleported into the solitude of my Tupile suite from Vault 93. The backup Mr Brainy followed me in before I locked the door. “Eva, silent mode please. Only resume operations once I leave this room.”

 

“Understood Sev,. Disconnected all networks…”

 

I waited until the status light by the door turned red, and then dragged myself to the work desk. “Right then, Unit V01, begin uplink to Vault 93.” The research bot bobbed in an affirmative and I felt the silent buzz of a private connection to the farce of a vassal state.

 

“Connection established. Initiate data stream?”

 

“Yeah.” One of the arms extruded a jack that stabbed into a port in my desktop, and I watched as the live updates came pouring in. Console time dilation helped me study the raw data, and my biggest hidden crime thus far was already showing results.

 

Ever since proper research could be carried out, many discussions and questions were posed with my NOD team on various topics, particularly of the metanatural kind, that were left unanswered due to the hard line in the sand that I drew. No raping, not even on the raiders we forcibly gender-bent by natural and metanatural means. It left a noticeable chunk of deadends in our research tree, with ghost branches made of unproven theories.

 

Thanks to the queendom of Vault 93, what was once a resource that was too rare to effectively test due to the lack of comparisons and control became available enough that I couldn’t not take the opportunity. I crossed the line in the sand I drew for myself and the Nexus, but I made damn well sure I was the only one.

 

No one - not even Eva and Cabal, not even the girls and 1st Company - nobody would ever know what I’ve done with Vault 93. The AIs would obey the quarantine orders I put in place regarding the area, which would in turn ensure that enough bots were placed to enforce said quarantine to ensure that anyone and everyone would be turned away from the place. 

 

Not that you could enter the place conventionally; I had the vault entrance sealed up and console-reinforced, and only I knew the teleport frequency in and out of the place. The Mr Brainy bots I spawned for the vault were all linked to a separate server stored within the glorified rape pen as an added step to isolate the place from the rest of the Nexus.

 

This will be all on me. It has to be all on me, to ensure that the Nexus can play the ignorance card if it ever came down to it. People can guess and assume, but there were already rumors flying about ever since Blacksite Tleilax was operational. Hell, some outsiders still saw me as a warlord with a harem of child soldiers. Having more tales wouldn’t matter so much, so long as the rumors remained just that.

 

As I compiled the information before me, the cost of having more rumors definitely seemed worth it. We- no, I had enough female prisoners now to properly conduct the tests that Madison and the occultists had theorized during our meetings. Thankfully, I didn’t need to look through the camera feeds, as the digitized conversion of metanatural values were all I needed for this whole sordid operation.

 

Even at this early stage, it was paying off, with the obvious but important confirmation that yes, the act of rape produced far more different trauma emissions than an illusion (dream, imagined or otherwise) or fear of it. And interestingly, the potency of the emissions did not change whether the subject…victim was in a mentally altered state or not, so long as they remained conscious and aware enough about it. The sensor wards barely picked up anything from those who were unconscious or overly drugged up.

 

No way that I’ll be basing the Nexus’s definition of rape on that result.

 

The fertility glyphs were giving interesting results as well. Compared to the fertile and barren controls, I noted the difference in how various designs and placements affected the males and females. Compared to ritual tattoos, ritually prepared sites seemed to have side effects depending on the runes used, and where they were used. There was noticeable increase or reduction in aggression in some, a reverse effect in others, and in one case the combination of particular runes of arousal and enhanced fertility resulted in the male withering to a dry husk while the female gained a significant increase in most physical attributes. The Tiberium mesh sandwiched between the walls were detected draining away a buildup of eldritch energies after that.

 

So a succubus ritual existed? I’ll have to figure out how to slip that into the ‘things to watch out for’ list later…

 

For better or for worse, save for the barren controls and a few fatalities due to some unexpected result or another, all of the former Tleilax subjects and queendom prisoners successfully bred. The runes tracking pregnancy all turned yellow (still needed to find a way to customize the color transitions) by the end of the third hour since the raping began. It didn’t stop a lot of the men from continuing their fun, especially with the Mr Brainies catering to their basic needs of food and drink, sometimes directly to their cells.

 

I took note of the last set of trauma emissions before calling it a day and collected all the information into a database for future reference, and saved it in Vault 93’s server. Without any involvement of AIs, I left most of the monitoring to the vault’s bots, and would have to collate and process the information every day after this to keep track of the results.

 

“Disconnect data stream.”

 

I waited until the Mr Brainy disconnected, and then triggered its shutdown override before scrapping it with my bare hands and finally converting the wreck into paper scraps via console. No chance of any stray components to be picked up and somehow hacked. I’ll spawn another bot to connect to Vault 93 on my next update tomorrow. 

 

After tossing the scraps of paper into the incinerator chute, I made my way to the bed and plopped face-first onto it, and then braced myself as I unlocked my mental stats. The values didn’t immediately drop, but the plummeting was still fast enough that it almost made no difference.

 

I groaned into the soft mattress as horror, terror, shame and guilt flooded into me and hit me like it was an Isekai Truck. 

 

What have I done? What am I doing?

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I babbled and screamed in the safety of my room, hating myself for what I did, for what I couldn’t have done without the numbing stat-lock of my console. There was incomprehensible disgust strobing along with spikes of dread at the new lows I’m digging for myself.

 

And then I forced myself to remember why I was doing this. I remembered the glowing, writhing not-fetuses from the Atom cultists. I remembered Tim and Katy’s malformed kid. I remembered my own worries of seeing a child - my child experiencing this world for a very  short time due to the hidden consequences of radiation and the recently discovered eldritch.

 

It helped me live with myself a bit more. 

 

I’ll do what I can, what I have to for my Nexus, my people. I’ll do that and more for my girls.

 

If that means I have to privately keep track of the progress and changes of the rape victims I’ve consigned in Vault 93, if I have to put to test various metanatural hypothesis related to childbirth, if I have to personally inscribe the various untested runes to imbue and drain metaphysical energies from fetuses and wombs…

 

Compared to the welfare of my people, my loved ones, what’s a little trauma that I can live with after a few quick cleansing rituals, or at worst some console editing, right?

 

*****

 

Piper silently waited with Cait and Curie for the door to finally unlock and for Sev to show his well composed face. “Hey girls,” he greeted with a wave. Piper could see the barely concealed strain underneath his smile.

 

Whatever it is he was working on this time, it was obviously not in the same interesting lines as Mad Cats, purification rituals or flying airships. And all she and the others could do was guess and do exactly nothing about it. Sev had rejected their offer to help with a smile that seemed too tainted with sadness to the girl. “It’s fine, don’t worry,” he kept reassuring them.

 

There was speculation going about, especially with how some of the bitches from Vault 93 had been transferred out of Tleilax. Eva couldn’t provide more information beyond the fact that Sev had ordered the prisoners taken out, along with a bunch of other prisoners. Hell, if Curie hadn’t found the discrepancy in numbers, nobody would’ve known to ask Eva about it and discover this little mystery.

 

The best guess right now was that he probably fed them to the deathclaws, ratkin or mirelurks. That, or the prisoners were being tested, or had already been tested and disposed of, and whatever results they provided was keeping Sev busy lately. That Vault 93 was suddenly considered off-limits did not help with the girls’ imaginations.

 

What little details they knew about Sev’s new secret had worried Piper greatly. 

 

What was he doing, or already done, with the prisoners? 

 

Why did he have to lock it down so much? 

 

When would he tell them about it?

 

…did Piper really want to know about it?

 

It couldn’t be the breeding thing, Curie had double-checked and there were no transfers of deathclaws or animals.

 

Did he finally try one of those forbidden sacrifice rituals then? If so, then which one? Even Madison couldn’t narrow that option down by much.

 

In the end, Piper had no choice but to trust in her Sev. Admittedly, it was an easy thing to do; she’d placed her full trust in him ever since he had saved her and Nat, and Sev had never once come close to disappointing her. This time shouldn’t be any different. No, it won’t be any different. 

 

Piper would not, could not, doubt Sev. Not after all he’s done for her and her sister. The others agreed as well.

 

“Finally done for the day?” the raven-haired girl asked, managing an honest, amused smirk. Sev gave a nod as the girls approached him, and then led him out to Tupile’s oversized bath chamber. They couldn’t help him with whatever burden he decided to carry, but at least Piper and her friends could ease some of its discomfort.

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