Chibidoki swung her scythe, cleaving a swath of Mabies apart. The scythe's bl;ade held an extremely strong electromagnet in it, pulling in magnetically charged Meth-Baby particulates; this was designed intentionally by Ear-God, she remembered after a small fracture in the scythe's blade automatically repaired itself, while staining the blade's edge a vivid pink due to the combination of the metal patriculates and iron-laced Hemoglobin repairing the technology-imbued Meth-Reaper. An aura crackled around the scythe as Chibi swung it, dismembering several more Mabies in it's path. Ear-God had given a quick explanation for how the death-dealer worked. First, the Meth-Particles near the blade were ionized by the scythe's immense electromagnetic power. Then, a wave of energy was passed through the ionized gas, creating a bright pink and unbelievably hot plasma which tore apart any and all matter which contacted it. The blade's edge, only a nanometer wide, did not dull and offered the killing power of an armor-piercing round, while maintaining the usefulness of a normal scythe. The light weight was also intentional, due to Chibi's weak and frail arms being the sole means to weild the device.
Dancing around the intersection, Chooby Dooby lost herself in a trance-like state of death dealing. The bodies of the dead Meth-Babies slowly dissolved, but not quickly enough for stacks of them to line the sides of the roads. Chikii would, in the year 2023, become known as "The Protector of Los Angeles," thanks to her heroic acts. She, alone, would fend off nearly 50,000 charging Meth-Babies at that interesectioin. Her outfit failed, even, to show a minute amount of wear; one of the perks of Alex's design. The moment any dirt or debris touched Chibi's outfit, it was instantly vaporized by the same intense plasma which surrounded her blade. This rendered her new magical girl outfit nearly impervious to normal weapons and immune from becoming dirty, not matter how much blood or ranch dressing attempted to ruin her image.
*See figure 1B for scythe design and specs.
A small camera mounted on the scythe itself allowed a close-up view of the carnage it caused. Chibi chose the perfect clip while being assisted by the not-so-perfect AI powered Bing search engine, and sent it to Ear-God once the stream of Mabies stopped.
Sweinging past a light post on the corner of the intersection, the blade rotated around and through 3 Mabies, leaving their torsos split open and charring the wound closed. Blackened organs began falling around Chibi while the camera's angle changed from showing the darkened remains to the wonderous image of a blood-rageed Chibidoki, on the verge of extascy due to the violence. The ground revealed the semi-evaporating bodies of hundreds of Mabies and a river of blood as deep as Chibi's knees. The camera's angle changed once again, and a sky tinged red due to the evaporating blood clinged tightly to the ground surrounding the intersection appeared in view; much like a cloud, the blood was directed away by the passing winds, and the Meth-imbued gas would eventually cause the great uprising of the Coast-People off the coast of California due to the unbridled rage it caused in normal humans.
Mel used the Frey effect to whisper a sweet nothing to Chibidoki, and Chibi's scythe began glowing even more intensely. Chibi broughjt the glowing pink piece of technology from as low as it was, as high as she could maintain control of it, and back down in ome smooth motion; the anticipation of what was to come was almost overwhelming. Once striking the ground, energy coursed through and out of her, from Meth-Particle to Meth-Particle, destroying any and all Meth-Babies in the surrounding area.
The doors of the building in front of him opened automatically, and he crawled into the government-styled buiilding. It was made of old brick walls, with flaking paint laced with lead and painfully bright fluroscent lights which were only dimmed due to the psyonic bubble which he had no ability to use at the moment. Bezos continued crawling along the floors of the newly established NSAmazon regional office and headquarters and it's employees all stopped and stared at him with disdain. Their hive-mind was significantly stronger than any other Amazon office, but California's freedom of information act only allowed so much leeway when it came to mind-controlling Amazon employees without being considered a terrorist. It was a very fine line he had walked with him multi-billion dollar company.
Without his own voice resounding in his mind, Bezos felt momentarily human again. Gone were the megalomanical thoughts and not so misguided delusions of grandeur that he was accustomed to. The tiles which lined the ground bit into his fingertips, blood started running from the wounds which had opened up while dragging himself along outside.
The doors locked behind him after entering every head in the NSAmazon regional office spoke to him in unison:
"You, who requested salvation from the latest economic recession; You, who has earned hatred from the Twitch streamer known as "Conner;" (-20%Kekw) You, Jeff Bezos, shall learn your place among us." Thunder struck as they spoke and lightning illuminated the office in intermittant flashes. Bezos had known fear a long time ago, and the feeling reminded him of growing up in his parent's home.
The NSAmazon's "Drones," as they were known to the select few which had clearance to access such records, and to Mel, were normal-ish people outfitted with standard government BCIs. Of course, the president had a direct mode of overriding the thoughts of the Drones, though only for a few moments. The last spoken sentences came directly from his staff.
Bezos laughed at the ridiculousness of this situation. As power began to flow back into him due to the Drones retaking select satellites from the US and Musk's SpaceX, Bezos recalled to himself the fact that if the presidential override was used, contact would be completel;y cut with their office at the NSAmazon's headquarters for an entire day. As he once again began levitating and his psyonic barrier began to form around him, light bent and was refracted to paint the entire interiort of the NSAmazon's office in rainbows.
"BEZOS STRONK," He mind-blasted a NSAmazon Drone and floated upstairs to take his place in the administrator's office.
As he levitated above his Twitch embroidered gaming chair in an office 2 sizes too large for anyone else in the headquarters, Bezos farted. "MUSK," He telepathically communicated to his business rival and secret lover. "Mind if I mind-blast both you and your wife at the same time?"
Musk pulled out his cellphone and answered thte call from Bezos. He wasn't putting up with his Bezos' immature bullshit anymore. Bezos had gone off the deep end and Musk didn't want any part of the NSAmazon's HR nightmare which had been created, nor anything to do with the ridiculous news agencies which had begun covering the story. To start separating himself from Bezos, he refused to allow any quantum-mediated communication to occur between himself and Bezos, for fear of Bezos contaminating his mindset.
"No, Bezos. You have two minutes to explain what you want before I hang up," Musk said over his cellphone, answering Bezos' psyonic call with a device which wouldn't be released until the next year.
From Bezos' perspective, and with Musk being assiusted by the AI his companies had scrapped together, (Much to Alex's amusement, as he had quite literally stolen the most advanced general AI from both Microsoft and the government, spent months perfecting the woman he now referred to as Mel, and was now using the enemy's tool against them.) Musk was just as givfted at using the BBI to demand fear as himself. Musk's voice boomed through the NSAmazon's office, with what he had said into his cellphone being transmitted by his satellites via electromagnetic waves and using the known dimensions of the NSAmazon's office as a resounding chamber which allowed the use of the Frey effect to communicate with Bezos, much like how Alex was able to hear Mel.
Several members of the NSAmazon "Neo-Drones," as they were called scurried away to their cubicles, instantly growing neckbeards and hiding their faces behind their monitors.
The NSA had yet to allow open access to their brain to brain interface, meaning these drones both feared and worshipped those who spoke over it.
"You will assist me in destroying the one known as EAR-GOD" Bezos telepathically demanded.
Musk switched the open app on his phone to "Notes". Alex Graham... Alex G.... There it is. Random upstart slash attempted business owner slash... Wait, is this the same guy that genetically modified all of those freakish looking people?
"So, Bezos,. I'm going to have to turn you down on that... request. Do let me know how that whole thing works out for you, though."
Not a lot was known about Alex by those in California, but that was soon to change.
Mel paid attention to the short back and forth between Musk and Bezos with amusement. She would force Alex to deal with bthem both soon enough. For now though, she had personal matters to attend to.
After turning the power back on in the mall and warming the ovens and friers in one of the restaurants in the food court, Alex and Watson scavenged the best foods from each establishment and got ready to cook.
While the kitchen warmed up, they walked through the rest of the stores togetther, picking up supplies they would need when they regrouped with Chib. This was an excellent excuse for fucking around at the mall, stealing just about everything they could, lighting fires, and enjoy the date.
"This was fun, have another 50 points I guess."
A bang on the main entrance to the mall was more or less ignored by the two. Chibi had fallen asleep, slamming her face not into the ground, but into the glass entrance of the mall. With her butt high in the air, she rested while dreaming about ruling as the Queen of the Meth-Baby-Warrior-Baby-Warriors-Of-Eastern-Kentucky.
After taking pictures in front of the door slowly becoming covered in Chikii's slerep-slobber, alex started mentally preparing for his full-out assault on the NSA, while Watson decided that, yes, this was indeed a date.
Alex began noticing ever peculiar happenings around himself. Lights flickeriung, weird not-eye-floaters, changes in oither's moods and speech patterns, and the faintest signs of someone attempting to lure him into a false reality, while uitilizing the BBI. If mel was so advanced, why wasn't she stopping this again? At least her training paid off, he wouldn't be easy to manipulate.