All Chapters of CLASS F’S MONSTER SON-IN-LAW: Chapter 91
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Chapter 91
The Analog Compiler clattered like a machine gun in the subterranean silence. Liam’s fingers were a blur, striking the brass keys with enough force to crack his fingernails. He wasn't typing code; he was typing Narrative.“He remembered the cold. He remembered the hunger. He remembered the sound of a heart breaking in a hospital room.”Each sentence Liam typed didn't appear as ink on paper. The words manifested as glowing, golden runes that floated up from the machine’s carriage, swirling into a dense, chaotic cloud of weaponized empathy.Across the room, the liquid nitrogen prison was failing. The Hybrid King roared, his body vibrating with such intensity that the ice shattered into diamond dust. He stepped out of the freeze, his white-light armor flickering, his emerald eye burning with a fury that transcended logic.“YOU CANNOT PATCH GOD,” the Hybrid boomed. The concrete walls of the library began to convert into white pixels. The books on the shelves disintegrated, their knowledge
Chapter 92
The drive back from West Virginia was silent. The "Overwrite" storm had vanished, replaced by a sky of such piercing, flawless blue that it hurt to look at. The ruined highways, previously buckled by the Hybrid King’s reality-warping, were now smooth strips of pristine black asphalt. The trees were vibrant green, their leaves rustling in a wind that felt temperature-controlled.Elara drove the Jeep. Her hands were white-knuckled on the wheel. She kept glancing at Liam in the passenger seat.Liam was staring out the window, his eyes darting rapidly back and forth, tracking invisible data streams. Every few seconds, his finger would twitch, tapping the air as if dismissing a notification.In the back seat, Alex Vex groaned. The old man was pale, his chest heaving. The blow from the Hybrid King had shattered his ribs and collapsed a lung."He’s crashing, Liam," Elara said, her voice tight. "We need a hospital. The nearest trauma center is in Charlottesville, forty miles out."Liam turned
Chapter 93
The town of Oakhaven didn't scream when the gravity hit. There was no air left in anyone's lungs to make a sound.At 500% gravity, the atmosphere compressed into a dense, suffocating fog near the ground. The pristine, "Optimized" houses flattened instantly, imploding into piles of splintered wood and powderized brick. The trees didn't snap; they exploded downward, driven into the earth like nails by an invisible hammer.Liam Vex stood in the center of the crushed street, his knees buckled, blood streaming from his nose and ears. He was the Administrator, but his biological body was still subject to the laws he had rewritten. He held his hands up, sustaining a shimmering, translucent Admin Bubble around the Jeep, shielding Elara and Alex from the crushing weight."You're... killing... the... planet!" Alex wheezed, pressed against the floor of the Jeep, his freshly healed ribs creaking under the strain despite the shield."I'm... pinning... the... Needle!" Liam gritted out.Above them,
Chapter 94
The tweezers descended from the "sky" like the twin monoliths of a doomsday religion. They were made of a dull, scratched metal that blocked out the blinding beam of the Technician's flashlight. To Liam, Elara, and Alex, the tips of the instrument were the size of aircraft carriers, closing in with agonizing slowness."Drive!" Liam yelled, his voice sounding thin in the dead, non-vibrating air of the motherboard.Elara slammed the Jeep into gear. The vehicle, a persistent render of their collective will, skidded across the black plastic plain. They wove between towering canyons of black silicon chips and forests of gold-plated capacitors.CRUNCH.The tweezers pinched the ground where they had been seconds before. A "building"—a massive, rectangular memory bank—was crushed instantly, sparking not with fire, but with a dry, static snap. The Technician lifted the debris into the air, vanishing into the blinding white light above."He's weeding us," Alex shouted from the back seat, starin
Chapter 95
The fall through the crack in the motherboard felt like falling through a kaleidoscope. Liam, Elara, and Alex tumbled past layers of copper strata and fiberglass bedrock, hitting the ground of the Substrate with a soft, chiming impact.They weren't broken. The ground here wasn't hard plastic; it was a sponge-like mesh of glowing, woven light.Liam stood up, brushing motes of data from his flannel shirt. He looked around. They were in a forest, but the trees were massive, translucent trunks of fiber-optic cables, pulsing with rhythmically flowing light—blue, gold, and white. The "leaves" were packets of data, rustling with the whisper of a billion processed commands."It’s beautiful," Elara whispered, holstering her pistol. "And it’s quiet.""It's not quiet," Alex Vex corrected, leaning against a glowing trunk. "It’s Idle. This is the deep background. The place where the computer dreams while it waits for input."The Daemons of the KernelA rustling in the canopy drew their attention.
Chapter 96
The universe was no longer made of atoms; it was made of Bandwidth.Liam, Elara, and Alex streaked through the infinite void of the Cloud, riding a beam of pure fiber-optic light. They were no longer flesh and blood, but compressed packets of sentient code, stripped of their physical limitations. To Liam, it felt like flying through a tunnel made of diamonds, surrounded by the roaring whisper of a trillion conversations, transactions, and thoughts passing by at lightspeed."Stay close to the carrier wave!" Liam shouted, though he had no mouth. His voice was a direct data-injection into the others' code-streams. "If you drift into the noise, you'll get fragmented! You'll become Corrupted Packets!"Below them, the "terrain" of the internet spread out like an infinite, glowing city. Massive towers of encrypted data rose from lakes of social media noise. Fortresses of banking software sat behind walls of gold fire. It was a chaotic, beautiful, terrifying ecosystem of information."Where i
Chapter 97
The Cursor—a white arrow the size of a tectonic plate—moved across the blue sky of the Desktop with terrifying, jerky purpose. It was closing the distance to the [YES] button on the System Wipe dialogue box."It's too fast!" Elara shouted, her avatar flickering as she dodged a falling icon—a massive, folder-shaped monolith labeled "TAXES_2020". "We can't outrun the mouse sensitivity!"Liam Vex stood on the taskbar, the ground beneath him humming with the idle processing power of the machine. He looked at the mountain range of icons stretching to the horizon."We don't need speed," Liam said, his eyes burning with the emerald fire of the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE). "We need Bloat."He grabbed Elara’s hand. "I'm going to act as the root command. You act as the target. We are going to 'Select All' and hit 'Enter'."The CascadeLiam slammed his hand onto the taskbar. He didn't channel kinetic energy; he channeled Greed. He poured the insatiable hunger of the Chronovore—the memory of it—into
Chapter 98
There was no up or down. There was only the Hum.Liam Vex wasn't a body, a ghost, or a line of code. He was a jagged arc of 120-volt alternating current, screaming through a copper wire at a significant fraction of the speed of light.To his new senses, the wire wasn't a tunnel; it was a canyon of crystalline red metal, vibrating with a deafening, rhythmic thrum—the heartbeat of the Technician's power grid. Every sixtieth of a second, the current reversed, slamming him backward, then forward, a violent tidal pushed and pulled by a distant, unseen generator."Elara!" Liam’s voice was a crackle of static interference riding the sine wave."I'm here!" Her signal was faint, clinging to his frequency like a harmonic overtone. "The current... it wants to ground us! If we touch the shielding, we dissipate! We die!""Ride the center!" Liam commanded. "Stay in the path of least resistance!"They surged forward, riding the power spike caused by the Technician's hard reset. They shot out of the
Chapter 99
The drone buzzed like an angry hornet, its four plastic rotors straining against the dense, conditioned air of the hallway. To Liam and Elara, shrunk down to the consciousness of a microcontroller, the hallway wasn't a corridor; it was a canyon. The linoleum floor was a vast white desert scuffed by the soles of giants, and the fluorescent lights overhead were blinding, humming suns that flickered with an agonizing 60-hertz strobing effect."Battery at 12%," Elara reported, her voice a stream of binary data overlaying Liam’s vision. "We burned too much juice escaping the Workshop. We need a power source, Liam. Physical electricity. We can't run on will anymore.""Just keep the gyro steady," Liam transmitted back, fighting the drone's drift. "We have to get away from him."Behind them, the door to the Workshop burst open. The Technician—the "God" of their universe—stepped out. From this angle, he was a titan, a biological mountain of flannel and denim. He held a rolled-up magazine like
Chapter 100
The hand of the CEO—the entity wearing the face of an older, weary Liam Vex—stopped inches from Liam’s digital avatar. The hand didn't crush him; it passed through him, dissolving into a cloud of blue static before reforming."You flinch," the CEO observed, his voice a chorus of every sound Liam had ever heard, compressed into a single, calm frequency. "Interesting. The 'Bug' has developed a survival instinct stronger than the System's directive."Liam stepped back on the table made of stars. Around them, the titanic avatars of the "Buyers"—the Nebula, the Geometric Storm—froze. They weren't sentient beings; they were cardboard cutouts. Props in a play."They aren't real," Liam whispered, looking at the frozen giants. "The Factory... the Technicians... the sale... it's all just another layer of interface.""Of course," the CEO said, leaning back in his chair. The chair shifted from leather to a throne of bone to a simple wooden stool, cycling through textures. "The human mind cannot c