The Supreme Satanic System

Beep! Beep!....

The incessant beeping sound of the alarm clock woke Bobby up early in the morning, and the first thing he saw was the beautiful sleeping face of Scarlette Chanel beside him.

He then instructed the AI to turn off and caressed her face and in response, she opened her still sleepy eyes.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Bobby hushed softly.

"H-hmm… Morning! Did you sleep well?" She answered back and asked as she too looked into his face with a smile that could take the breath of him.

He then suddenly leaned toward her and sealed her lips and the two continued a long session of a passionate kiss.

After several minutes, the couple separated and panted heavily, gasping for the air.

The two cuddled each other within the blanket and Scarlette Chanel asked suddenly. "Hey, did you do something to piss captain Jean off?"

"None that I can remember of," Bobby responded, and raised questions to her in bewilderment. "What? Did something big happen? "

Scarlette said, explaining to him patiently. "Hmm, you will know about it today, anyway. It's regarding the support group to be sent to the current frontline war zone region of the Trans-solar Exoplanet T-12 for the coming week." "Actually, from our medical aid department, it was my turn to go on this upcoming trip and I was sure that my name was already on the list of the names to be sent but out of blue, your name suddenly replaced mine, so I rushed to Captain Jean and enquired him that the list might be botched and redid it but he firmly insisted that he was the one who changed it in the eleventh hour…. So again, did you somehow ‌get on his bad side during these few days?"

"Nah, I hardly met him after the first day I came to this place," Bobby replied and further added after pondering for a while. "Hmm, interesting, staying in this peaceful place makes me really tedious sometimes, so I think it's one of the best opportunities for me to join this trip and fight alongside brothers and sisters in arms against that wretched feathery aliens-whatever."

"Hey, listen to me first. There is no need to act hero on this matter. I think you can personally reject it by rising an official application to Captain Jean. And he has no reasons to deny it, as according to the book, you are just a greenhorn, and one needed to be in the military for at least 2 years to send for such kind of mission." Scarlette Chanel tried to talk to him to deny the assignment, as clearly she was worried for him.

"Hey, I know what you're worrying about?.... Worry not, babe. Nothing will happen to me. If you want to worry, then worry about those bitches that I'll take them down on this trip..... It's decided, then. I'll accept this assignment." Bobby further insisted on going on this trip and he asked, "I want to know how many tenures I need to serve at that place once I am admitted there."

"It's mandatory for every soldier to stay there for at least a year, but if you like, then you extend your stay there." Scarlette Chanel replied.

Bobby kissed her on her cheek and jumped out of the bed, went to the washroom, and took a warm shower, and then he donned his full military gowns and rushed out of the room after giving a goodbye kiss to Scarlette Chanel who was still laying on the bed.

Several minutes later, the red supermodel car reached his workplace and parked on the curve. He got out of the car and entered the building through the door that opened out of nowhere after inserting the golden key to the private part of the picture of the beautiful angel painted on the wall of the office building.

Sitting on his principal seat inside his office, he continued to browse all the assignments he had been given through the military official channel on the AI installed on his desk.

Despite being alone in the building since Diana had left, he did not feel lonely as he always had someone to make his days (and nights) brighter; clearly, it was the woman living inside his head and, most importantly, a naked country toppling beauty.

For several hours, he continued reporting all the data he collected for his experimentation on those particular assignments, and finally, a message was pinned on his account.

He opened it and saw that it was regarding him to join the trip to the war-torn, battlefront region of the Trans-solar Exoplanet T-12, which was clearly the one mentioned earlier by Scarlette Chanel.

"Now I'm done for the day," said Bobby and stood up, stretching his body.

"Good, then. Isn't it time for you to show me how you made that katana?" Cynthia's sweet voice chimed inside his head.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm not someone who would get back on his words. Let's go to my workshop room." Bobby said as he raced out of his office and hurried to the corner of the building where his workshop was located.

Inside the Workshop room, he took out the pair of sunglasses from his fancy backpack and kept them on the scanning table and he gave voice instructions, speaking. "Activate the Katana mode!"

The next instant, like before inside the woods, the pair of sunglasses began to fold and began to transform, with the glasses becoming the blade and the two frames becoming the handle of the katana.

"Wow!" Cynthia exclaimed out loud, suddenly remembering something. "Just Woah! Now I know how you figure out that transformation thingy."

Bobby's face turned into a smirking grimace and he replied, "Oh, really? Then, try to enlighten this poor me."

As Cynthia made a gesture of whispering with her hand, she hushed, which was clearly unnecessary since Bobby was the only one who could hear her, even if she shouted out loud. "Didn't you steal this idea from that car gifted by your sweetheart, Diana?"

"What the hell are you on about?" Bobby shook his head as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Eh! Stop giving that face. Not fun anymore….. Well-well then, let me spell out everything for you to understand." Cynthia made a goofy smile, and she continued, speaking. "Down-sizing Mode! Does it ring a bell for you now?"

"Fine, you are right‌. But for the record, I never steal their technology, okay? I just did some analysis on those materials used for triggering this function and also the algorithmic data behind the program for running it….  After that, I studied the properties of that material and also the program, and later, I changed everything and was even able to upgrade to a level that will leave no trace that my program is related to theirs since mine goes in a completely new direction." In response, Bobby explained that when she told him his innovative work was not real, he wasn't happy at all.

"Alright, can you show me all the detailed algorithms ‌you develop and the one from that car? Let me do a recheck." Cynthia requested, with curiosity written all over her face.

"I'll happily oblique to that." Bobby was happy to show his finding to her as he also knew that unlike how clumsy she acted, she was still a highly knowledgeable scientist of all trades.

Then he clicked a few buttons on the advanced machine and the 3D imaging screen appeared, showing all the details she had requested.

Without blinking her eyes once, Cynthia continued observing all the records of the works Bobby had done to create his katana from the scratch and then, to the original data of the Downsizing mode of the vehicle. "Where did you get these materials….I mean… these glasses and the frame?"

"Oh, you meant the Peparaxoxin 234 and the Teroraxoxin 111? Yeah, they were the necessary materials for making my katana. Actually, Cynthia, I have gone through various shops in the entire city and failed to get even a simple piece of it…. But hee-hee, my luck is always good. You know what? I found this material lying inside the meeting room of our Bureau Of knowledge. They were literally like useless pebbles lying there inside that hall like some sort of decor... So, I prettied their fate and replaced them with fake replicas and then you know the story..." In response, Bobby laughed as he remembered taking those materials away from that hall.

"Alright, now that's clearly stealing," Cynthia said with an amiable smile on her face, and then she came into serious conversation. "It's clear, however, that it's not this katana itself that has the problem, but the power source you use."

"Hmm, I can't agree more on this." Bobby then took out those red ball-like stones and kept them on the desk for further analysis.

Under the joint analysis, it was later found that the stone was extremely unstable to be used on the katana. They tried on various theories but failed, and suddenly Cynthia raised a new idea. "Dude, I have an idea." "Instead of looking for the problem with this stone, why don't we just refine it instead and store those natural origin Chi inside into a new container like this Lithium Battery that you human-invented a long time ago?"

Bobby pondered for a while and he exclaimed out loud. "You are right. It can work that way. Cynthia, you are a fucking genius. If possible, if you are able to come out here in physical form, then I'm pretty certain I'll kiss you all day long."