127 Sweet Mother (1/2)

The car comes to a skidding stop. It is right after I get to rollover the hood and smash my body against the windshield.

I was then thrown off the smashed windshield by the momentum, rolling right back down the hood of the vehicle and then landing on the hard asphalt.

I don't need to describe to you what it feels like to be hit by a speeding car, but unlike normal people, I have to fake all my injuries and pains to get some of that sweet insurance money.

Just kidding.

It is actually because my muscles have become far too dense to allow something like getting hit by car to injure me. My bones are in the same state. My skin can still be scraped, but my accelerating healing factor will fix that right up within a second.

I am way beyond human.

Biologically, I mean.

Evolution is a wonderful thing.

And I ponder to myself what the human body will become like in the far future.

From all the fantastical powers my children have awakened or are beginning to awaken, I think godlike is a very good definition.

Maybe humans will become Gods one day.

But that won't happen in a thousand-year time since the 31st century didn't have people flying around the sky and shooting laser out of their fucking eyes.

It might take a million a year to be honest.

For humanity to last that long without bombing themselves into atoms, it is a challenge.

I also wonder what kind of wonderful technology their ingenious mind could come up with in a million years. I just can't wait to find out.

But sadly, I cannot speed this whole process up and get my hands on those reality-wrapping toys.

There is no other way but to play this step by step.

And enjoying each step of the way makes the blues go away.

I am not a machine after all.

Speaking of which, Legion can only expand and improve upon the technology that have been invented or correctly theorized. Legion cannot think like a person and devise new concept or theory.

The moment Legion can, he will become an artificial intelligence. A cybernetic lifeform is the next step in digital evolution. But even if Legion reaches that stage, he will not be like organics.

From what I know, digital lifeforms do not take pleasure in the little thing in life like we, squishy organic do. Digital lifeform are basically a race of accountant, cold and logically.

That is no fun. No fun at all.

Honestly, you have to enjoy the little things in life, even if those things are morally questionable. Those immortal things actually get easier the more you commit them.

For example, killing someone the first time will definitely horrify you even if you are a psychopath, but after the umpteenth times, you hardly give a shit anymore.

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But after a few times, I don't have that problem anymore. My junior certainly does not.

And it is kind of hot, to be honest.

Therefore, why let morality gets in the way of some fun?

”Fuck! Where the fuck did you come from!?”

My grandfather shouts and hammers the steering wheel in anger and frustration. With all the spherical drones flying around, running over someone is the last thing he wanted to do.

He has seen clearly for himself how they have dealt with countless of people, who has hurt another.

Some of the micromachine drones did stop by the accident to check if someone is injured and in need of medical attention, but they move on shortly afterwards.

If it was a real accident, Legion would render aid as it is within his directives to do so. But this is not a real accident.

I need a way to get into the family and get close to my young mother. She is around 22 years of age. I am around her age in appearance.

Yep, totally not sexual at all.

In contrast, Joshua and Misha is still in high school. They are not 18 yet.

Misha takes after her mother, Edith Connors, in appearance as well as personality. She is that popular girl who every hormonal boy wants to be with in high school. And they will be able to get into her tight jeans if they shower her with money and luxurious gifts.

Honestly, from her downloaded memory, I can say for sure that Misha is well on her way to be a whore just like her mother. It is how she is raised from childhood. With a trap I have dug for her mother back in the prime-reality, her prime-part will turn out differently.

Well, I could only hope.

Misha is not as important as my mother, Stephanie. And Misha hasn't proven to me that she is worthy of my attention. It is kind of hard to do since Misha is still in kindergarten back in the prime-reality.

As for Joshua, he takes after his father, John Connors. But only in appearance. Unlike his father at his age, his only interest in life is girls and games. Joshua will become a bum when he grows up, sloshing around at home and smooching whatever money he can get out of anyone and everyone who give a shit about him.

This is how he was raised by his mother.

John is too busy working and supporting the family to raise him like he should. In more than one way, John is having the same problem just like Henry Oxford.

But unlike Henry, John does not have a loving wife who cares deeply for him and their children. I want to change all of that, in the prime-reality as well as any reality that I have come across.

My grandfather obviously didn't see me on the account of me had just appeared magically out of thin air. It is quite hard to dodge something like that.

But it did take me a few attempts to get my grandfather to run me over.

All the times previously, my grandfather had either missed me barely and be on his way again while cursing profusely or crashed into another vehicle or building in the attempt to evade me.

It couldn't be helped since no one in their right mind would want to run over another person.

And if I teleported in far too close to the speeding vehicle, I might merge myself with the car and then become some sort of bio-mechanical abomination.

If I die in the process, time will just reverse again and give me another shot.

Honestly, this ability is just like saving and loading.

And I can reload as much times as I want if small things didn't go my way.

Lying face down on the asphalt, I let out a painful groan and wait for my grandfather to exit the vehicle and render me aid. I hope he does because I have a good opinion of him.

Grandfather is the same John Connors of the prime-reality, so I do not need to differentiate them.

John reverses his car to see me from the cracked windshield. He takes a second to think to himself on what to do. There are no one around as they are hiding from Legion.

It is a futile attempt to hide from Legion.

Once grandfather finally made up his mind, he gets out of the car and approaches me carefully. He is not sure whether I am dangerous or not.

But honestly, he should know that fact since Legion have already taken out anyone who have any form of ill intention towards others.

”Hey, buddy. Are you alright?”

John questions after rolling me to my back. I groan weakly in response, telling him that I am seriously hurt. In response, he gives me a couple of hard slaps across the face.

All to make sure that I am not really faking it.