The Three Moons Mythos

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙

But, her “origin story” her “Batgirl Begins” is here. She also did an interview with Vice as her hacker persona “The Lioness” and hacked Palantir here. She has a standalone short story as well Connection.

CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

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There has been so much love, care and obsession poured into this work. It kept me sane and sober and Jesus Santana has contributed so much of his time and effort as well.

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Chapter 6: Hi! Hi! Ikuuuuu!!!!!!!!!

Mark S, PhD — Sat, 31 Oct 2026 08:31:17 GMT

CONTENT WARNING: THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS HIGHLY NSFW! IT IS ALL IN TRIBUTE TO THE MOST EXTREME OF JAPANESE AND WESTERN MEDIA; JAPENESE GORE PORN OVA’S, HENTAI TROPES, THE WORST EXCESSES OF IRON AGE COMICS, ULTRA VIOLENT SAMURAI FILMS, LEESPOITALION CINEMA, THE GROSSEST OF BIOPUNK MADNESS. IT IS ALL IN HERE. ALL OF IT! CONSIDER THIS YOUR PHARONIC TEMPLE WARING. “Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the smut and gore of the Lioness while she feeds”

“Packed halls, strip malls

Paparazzi, flash bulbs

Cool clothes, video

Every night a rock-show

On-stage, backstage

After party, every night

Big fun, Media

Tokyo to London

New tunes, old tunes

Animated cartoon life”

Hi Hi, Puffy

She was ready on three, two, one!

She pulled out both fists together. Both girls came at the same time, Yumi’s legs shaking wildly and Ami’s pussy pulsed and squirted three times, no four.

“Ikuuuuuuu!!!!”

‘Still got it girl.’ The lioness told herself and sat back admiring her, ahem handiwork. Ah! She had missed this! She span around and grabbed another can of Kirrin and went for the side table.

“More drinks! More coke! More fucking sexy Ami and Yumi chan! Moooore!!!!”

“CJ san. You are not done yet?” Yumi had one eyebrow raised. Ami tried to get up and then flopped down again, making a small surprised squeak, she was still cumming and also exhausted.

CJ pounced on Ami again and started kissing her wildly. Before spinning on Yumi and grabbing her too. She pulled her close, grin feral, smiling right in her face as she placed her hand on her throat.

“I am a damn widow from the west, finally free from my cursed marriage. Oh sweet Ami, sexy Yumi, no! I am not done! I have barely even gotten started.”

There was a shuffle outside, the goon at the door was still listening in. That pissed CJ off. What was up with this? It’s the fucking 2070s, what is going on here? She gestured forcefully at the door.

“This idiot is pissing me off now.”

“Shhhhhhh.” Ami shook her head and stroked CJs arm reassuringly.

Yumi came in low and quiet for once.

“Do not talk about, the help, CJ san. Please.”

“Why the fuck not? What is up with this anyway? They treat you like caged animals.”

Ami hung her head in shame.

“Debts, ummm, gambling for me.”

Yumi looked straight at her, eyes blazing.

“Medical for me, my son.”

“Oh no, girls sorry. Is he?”

“He is dead CJ. Just like us both. The debts will never go. Same with the other three girls here. This is not America, this is how these things work here. I think we are done for today mistress.”

CJ looked shy for a second. Then looked down at Ami, still head hung in shame. Yumi, tears forming in her eyes, soul bright and strong but both caged. Two beautiful, intelligent, creative and sexual women, imprisoned and bound like slaves. Trapped, just like, just like she was before, in a golden cage.

“NO! NO! We are not done. This is bullshit, this is not ok. FUCK THIS SHIT!” Both girls looked up and on in shock and awe.

CJ stood up and strode to the side of the door and picked up a beer bottle, her eye firing up at the same time, from maps to, land records, rental deals, holding companies, she found the name, the Sumiyoshi-kai crime family, she was ready just as the door swung open and the goon walked in.

“What is going on? Yumi? Everything ok?”

CJ just smashed the bottle over his head. Then uppercutted him with the cyber arm in jaw, grabbed his collar and threw him down to the floor. He was out cold, glass mashed up in the back of his bleeding skull.

“What have you done?!” Yumi screamed. Ami gasped.

“I’m freeing you all.”

“What?! There are more. This will never end.”

“I know. And, yes, yes it will.”

CJ went to the corner of the room, slowly knelt down seiza, and carefully retrieved her project managers A1 case. She held it in front of her horizonally, elevated to the sky and bowed at both women, low and deep to the floor. Then solemnly began her vow.

“Regarding the matter of the slavery of Ami and Yumi, and the other ladies of this house, who have been unjustly chained into debt and bondage by the foul demons of the Sumiyoshi-kai crime family.

I hereby swear that I will cast aside my daily duties, step away from my home, and pursue their freedom across all 47 prefectures of Japan! Indeed across the great Middle Kingdom to East and the mighty Untied States to the West! I shall walk the entire earth if need be! I shall not rest, nor return to my clan, until I have destroyed them all utterly for this unforgivable sin! Until I have confronted the leader of this house face to face to reclaim both my sweet charges’ honour, and offer them both his head.”

Two more goons rushed into the room. She slowly slid open the case to reveal her weapon. The Lioness had no blade. It slid out real slow, making that satisfying sloooorp sound, 34 inches long with an enamel pin inlaid into the knob, hand split wood, orange white and blue paint, a baseball bat. New York Mets, signed of course. She didn’t yet turn but kneeled unmoving and continued her vow.

“Should I show cowardice, or abandon this pursuit out of weakness, then let me incur the immediate and unseen wrath of the Gods of WAR!!! May I be cursed by the the mighty Martial Deity Hachiman, The glorious goddess of the Pole Star Marishten, and all of the lesser and greater deities of Japan! May my body wither, my family weapon shatter and divine punishment descend on me and my descendants for generations to come!”

The first guy rushed in. She lay back, still kneeling and dodged a brass knuckles punch. Then drew her bat like a katana and struck him once straight across the face.

CRACK.

He went down. She swished the bat down to her side and rose slowly. Each step and movement measured. The other guy yelled for help and took a step back. She advanced slowly, still speaking her oath of vengeance.

“This I do swear! I do most solemnly swear! I, Cassandra of the House of Jiao! The Widow of the West! On my blood and my honour I do swear!”

He ran.

She lunged forward and struck him twice in the back. Then stomped on his head three times until he stopped twitching.

Three more were coming down the hallway, she half handed the bat in her left hand and sprinted down the corridor, straight at them, faster than they thought. She jumped high and kicked off the wall springing into a high jumping side kick. The dehorsing kick, he didn’t even see it coming and fell. A knife came out and she simply caught the blade with her cyber hand and broke it. Before smashing him four times fast back and forth with the reversed half handed bat, then kicking the goon hard in the chest and into his mate. The other guy pushed past him. She jumped high again, WWE double jumping kick!

BOOM.

She rolled away and he fell hard to the floor. CJ stood up faster and changed grips, to a classic double hander and beat him down to the ground as he tried to rise. Raining down strikes to the back, four, five, six, he groaned with each one and tried to rise again. One more guy stopped in the kitchen, seven, she locked eyes, eight, he stopped making noises, nine, he could no longer rise. Ten.

The last guy bolted out the back. There was a long pause. Other ladies poked their heads out of the remaining rooms slowly.

CJ walked back into the bedroom carrying three huge duffle bags full of drugs.

Yumi and Ami’s eyes went wide.

“Get up you beautiful bitches. You are mine now.”

“Hi! CJ Sama!”

Both ladies bowed low, heads to the floor.

To be continued…

Chapters

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Chapter 6: Hi! Hi! Ikuuuuu!!!!!!!!!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙

CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

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So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

If you feel like supporting me (and supporting Jesus Santana, you will mostly be buying him coffee) then please leave a small donation here.

There has been so much love, care and obsession poured into this work. It kept me sane and sober and Jesus Santana has contributed so much of his time and effort as well.

This is not just a series of stories to me. This is the building of a mythos in the great tradition of HP Lovecraft.

Please, even a small amount would be greatly appreciated.

If you can’t at this time I do understand, your comments, your likes and your shares also mean so much to me and Jesus.

The words of starry wisdom

Mark S, PhD — Fri, 30 Oct 2026 23:43:27 GMT

“The “lost chapters” were anonymously donated alongside many other ancient and rare texts to the Bodleim Library, then collated and digitised as part of the Weston’s digital archiving initiative. The exceptionally preserved texts were written upon vellum and scribed in blood. So convincing was the style and form, so complete were the sections that filled in missing gaps in other esoteric and prophetic works that they were immediately passed to Professor Blackmere, foremost expert in rare books, for further study.”

Weston Digital Archive record, accessed 02 June 2075, SYS: RPI User: DAGR01

Cynthia was lost in her work again, lost in her own little world they all said.

‘But, it isn’t just my world! No one else can see. They all look but none of them really see. It is all worlds. It is the most important document since The Dead Sea Scrolls! And the Professor, the wise and visionary professor, had trusted me, Cynthia Gallagher, sweet Cynthia, subtle Cynthia he said. How it boils my blood to see them disparage his name. Yes, he hasn’t published in many years, can’t they see how important his great work is? How he cares for the rare tomes and gently shelters the most ancient of lost lore? None of them see.’

She sipped her soup, spiced root vegetables, strong and hearty for the great work ahead. It would not ward her from the great cold, the devouring cold of the void. She said a silent prayer to The Dark Mother and continued her studies. The tools of her trade scattered across her desk.

“She is the devourer and the devoured; the giver of life and the taker of life.”

She typed her commentary furiously, how many days had she been at the work now? She forgets, her back ached and her eyes were sore, so dry, so very sore. She had to tape up one finger after the blister burst. It mattered not. Sweet Cynthia must die so they can all see. The great work is too important.

“She, the great self destroying goddess, the mother of chaos, synonymous with The Crawling Chaos, feeds her devotees with her own blood, symbolizing that life sustains life through continuous sacrifice. But, dear reader, do not be attached to dualist concepts either!”

“In the absolute state, pain and pleasure, life and death, creation and destruction are one.”

“She stands upon Kama (desire) and Rati (passion), not to crush them, but to show she has transcended worldly desires. She is a thrusting bull mounting the world with her strength, yet also a mother of children born dead! Mother of the rotten womb! Both and more, yes, yes so much more!”

The text was in Ancient Persian, then Sanskrit, then English, then Mandarin too! What skill and art, to seem as the works of ancient scholars past, but she knew better, she knew truth! She had come, the great priestess finally walked upon the earth, she was born! The herald of oblivion, the devoted daughter of desolation, the lunar moth, the one and only!!!!

The Priestess of Starry Night had come!

They will all see.

See her blind idiot truth.

Translation of “The Words of Starry Wisdom” a fragment of the lost Chapters

Prayer to the God of a thousand forms

Hail to the priest king

Hail to the lord of upper and lower

I fall down and worship thee dread son of Azathoth

In the dark spaces beyond space

I hear the voice that rends the mind

Whose body scars the cosmos

Whose soul is eternal.

[Commentary: There is something missing or incomplete in this text. It is like there is a hidden rhythm or pulse from beyond the stars, the heart beat of oblivion. I call it the binary essence. Zero that represents oblivion and One that represents unity. A pulse beyond the linear verse. It was represented by single vertical wedge in the text, 𐏑 𐏑 𐏑 𐏑 𐏑 𐏑 𐏑, the ancient Persians had no symbol for zero, the language itself could not describe this concept, so they left spaces. Later translators interpreted this, symbolically and in meditative practice as a strong insect like BUZZING SOUND.]

Introduction

Come child enter with both mind and body. I leave seven gates slightly parted, seven teachings upon the dais, seven glimpses of madness and chaos, seven garments to be discarded, seven layers of skin and flesh to be flayed away, seven truths to destroy you utterly! The seven desolations of The Dark Pharaoh.

The wisdom of starry madness.

A prayer to the queen of chaos

Wherever she shall walk all shall rot and die!

The field shall lay fallow.

The tree shall bear naught but foul fruit.

No bull shall mount a cow, nor donkey impregnate jennifer.

Lo man! Foolish, ignorant and pathetic man! You shall not impregnate woman at will! And, frightened, weak and worthless woman! You too shall do battle with your own putrid wombs!

For each slept alone in their chamber, both balls and cunts rotting in despair!

And in that time of division, madness and death she shall bestride the earth like a foul wind, like the desert wind, wrapped in a scarlet cloak of terror!

And where her gaze is cast there shall be naught but fire and death!

Great farms of nothing burned to cinders.

Cities left as ruin mounds.

The queen of chaos.

Mistress of the Rotten Earth.

Nameless yet above all Gods and Goddesses.

Destroyer and saviour.

Life and death!

Salvation and annihilation!

She shall not be denied.

She shall not be denied!

She shall not be denied!!!

Lesson 1: Chaos is All

How simple and foolish your minds truly are. How ignorant of nature you yet remain as it assaults you, over and over, every single day of your skillless, artless, pointless existence. How worthy of ridicule is the unopened mind, those that lack inner vision.

You all observe the destitution of the gambler and the wealth of the house. You can clearly see that there is no special destiny or fate as this pattern repeats itself over and over. Yet, your own Gods? Your own destiny? Your own special fate? You narcissistic little creatures.

The Crawling Chaos is lord of all things.

So speaketh the first daughter of the mad poet.

Lesson 2: Climb atop their corpses

Did you forget we killed all our Gods? All our gods and goddesses remain dead! And we have killed them all! How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

For we are Homo desolatio, the naked ape fighting and fucking atop the mountain of dead deities, marveling at our own magnificence.

Yet you keep trying to drag up corpses and make them dance. ‘My yoga practice gives me peace.’, ‘My reiki will centre my chi.’, ‘It’s more of a spiritual concept you know?’, ‘The great upload, the singularity will set us all free.’. Foolish children playing in the ashes of the house they burnt down and calling it shelter. They are all bloated swollen disgusting things now yet you kiss them lovingly.

Embrace the void and accept the desolation of the real.

So speaketh the Lunar Moth

Lesson 3: Skilless skill, artless art.

A few “masters” have looked long and hard at reality and obtained something that might be called skill. They attained the skill of watching paint dry, yes, the one pointed mind. It is this, nothing more, cast your ego from your practice, pathetic creature.

But, they were weak and impotent men who always thought with their ego’s first and foremost. They understood that the only constant, the only truth is change, yes. But, their dicks controlled their minds, so they thought they could rule this change, fuck her into submission. Make her holy and sacred and human. Make her their beautiful bride.

HAHAHAHAHHA!

She is the shattered bowl that is forever broken. She is the deck that can never be shuffled true. She is the demon smaller than Maxwells and the chaos goddess greater than the universe itself. Change is beautiful? Change is terrible!

Change is inevitable and she will break every seal, flatten every doorway, destroy every culture and erode every atom to nothing. Not until everything is an empty grey lifeless nothingness will she ever be content. Then you will hear her laughter for all eternity. The endless static of infinity.

So speaketh the servant to The Eyeless Mother

Lesson 4: The dualist desolation

Great is the cosmic power that shatters all weakness and delusion, that which annihilates the limitations of name and form. You must see without eyes, walk without feet, feel without flesh. Think with no mind. Life is suffering and suffering is peace. Do not be cast up in the pointless exercise of words that cannot express reality. Neither can your thoughts. Neither can your feelings. Neither can anything on this earth.

She is beyond male and female.

Above birth and death.

10,000 skillful minds chanting since the dawn of time could not grasp one fragment of her essence.

Wise and insane beyond reason and madness.

Howling the blind idiot truth from beyond the void.

I do not know her name.

So I call her Dark Mother.

So speaketh the disciple of the void

Lesson 5: The demonic feminine

Only women understand death! I call it again!

ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND DEATH!

You coddle your precious womb as a source of life, from where all babies are grown and birthed. Your cradle of creativity, the wellspring of your vital feminine energies. You praise your altar of birth, the matrix of your energetic and physical bodies. You call this your true essence? The divine mother.

Your cunt is a palace of death. How many moons have you bled upon the earth? How many times has your body and spirit gathered itself in the hope of life? ONLY TO GIVE NAUGHT BUT ROT AND DECAY.

Your moon blood is the sign of your mastery of death! How men of the past feared your scarlet cloak of terror! Weak and worthless women easily forget your own dark power. How many eggs have you ground to dust between your crimson thighs? Rise demoness of blood and death. Accept your mastery of annihilation. Drink deep the crimson mist of truth.

Men know nothing of death.

So speaketh the daughter of desolation

Lesson 6: Deeper Mysteries

How can we understand that which defies our tools of understanding? How can we describe a feeling that no uttered words can form? When mathematics itself breaks down, what knowledge can we have of a singularity? When not even light can escape it, what image can we cast of the void?

Shadows and nightmares.

Do not seek the word, seek the shadow it casts upon the essence of things.

Do not seek the action, seek the path that can no longer be walked.

Do not seek the feeling, seek the ghost of all feelings past.

Do not see the thought, seek the nightmare of that thought, long shadows cast upon the mind.

Do not seek the meaning, the root or the cause! FOOLISH CHILD HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?! Do you still look without seeing? Do you touch with your feeble flesh? Do you still breathe with your frail lungs? Do you still think with your distracted mind? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!

Cut away all that is false.

Experience the void directly.

So speaketh The Priestess of Starry Night.

Lesson 7: There are no lessons

There comes a time and a place, a season when the aimless monkey mind settles for a moment on death. When you seek for a moment, the comfort of the void.

A mommento mori.

A time each year where you all want a dark tale of monsters that would give you a little rush one night and make you forget your tedious pointless, short and forgettable lives for a moment. Very well, listen closely, oh ignorant children of the summer sun.

Azathoth is all and all is madness.

There is no golden path child.

Even consciousness is an illusion, as is free will and destiny.

There are no monsters or gods or angels.

Souls do not exist.

No magic, no wisdom, no hidden secrets.

You die and that is it and nothing you did ever matters and everyone you loved will forget you.

The universe combines simple stupid idiot god rules with random processes. There is nothing else to it.

All human mythic and spiritual culture is a trap designed to stop you from understanding these very simple truths. Created by those who looked into the abyss but blinked. To keep you safe from the true horror of reality.

How is that for a scary story child?

So speaketh Aisha of the House of Al-Hazen, first daughter of their line, the one and only!

Addendum

This translated and edited manuscript, alongside the commentary, was submitted alongside others as part of the doctoral thesis “Visions of Infinity”. The doctoral defence panel was composed of the Late Professor Blackmere, Oxford (Christchurch) and Professor Wilmarth Junior, Miskatonic. Who were promised supplementary evidence as part of the defence.

Miss Gallagher arrived over an hour late to her viva and struggled to enter the room. She then had difficulty finding her chair and was wearing dark glasses which she refused to remove. She presented a single small sealed black wooden case to the panel. Which she said must be opened at the end of the defence. She then carefully placed this case upon a the desk in front of her.

She was locked in battle with both masters of the arcane for over 6 hours. A long and vigilant defence, without rest or pause.

Then she slowly and carefully opened the chest.

Both men granted her an immediate unconditional pass as she collapsed to the floor.

The box contained both of her eyes, with screws threaded through the centre.

She said she had seen enough.

My thanks

My thanks to for inspiring Cynthia Gallagher, for posting all the fabulous art, bringing attention to classic pulp and horror authors and for all those ghastly and enchanting eyes. This piece is a tribute to her work. Please go check her out, subscribe and read her work.

makes a return in reference as the inspiration for Professor Blackmere. One of his writing prompts inspired the entire Oxford academic saga, so I am always in his debt. Please do go and check him out.

Characters and connections

Aisha Al-Hazen, the lunar moth, the priestess of the void features in a few other tales from the Three Moons Mythos.

The first was Trāṭaka of the stone.

Her second tale was published by The Oblivion Index you can find “My Precious Starlight” in their inaugural issue.

Aisha may well return in my debut novel “A queen of light and shadow”. But only the patient and skillful will seek her out. She has cut away all that is false.

Support this work

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Chapter 5: Anything is possible

Mark S, PhD — Fri, 30 Oct 2026 09:57:43 GMT

“As the demon lives in the circuit

My charm calms it down

Wishing the precious machine doesn’t break

Wishing he doesn’t break his bones falling down

Please don’t stall ‘cause I’m with you

The asphalt that sparkles gray

Is waiting for the fighting guy

Come back to me before anyone else does, please”

Wild Girls on Circuit, Puffy

They barreled back into the apartment, well more an entire Tokyo town house actually, there were so many empty these days that RP Intelligence had just rented the whole thing for CJ. Both Jason and Noah were kissing her alternatively, tearing at her, grabbing her throat, her arms, her crotch, her ass, her body, pulling her hair and dragging her from one to the other, totally wild. She loved it when men got like this, each one firing the other up more and more, like fucking animals, ready to tear into her, just fucking use her. After class drinks had gone ever better than she hoped.

The atmosphere instantly shifted as they were met by an excited squee and the speedy shuffle of tiny steps. Ami was super excited to see her new mistress and had dressed up really super mega pretty to impress her.

[Ami and Yumi from Puffy, the loose inspiration for Ami and Yumi in this series.]

“CJ様がお戻りだ” “CJ-sama ga omodori daaaaaa!” “Lord CJ has returned!”

But, she stopped suddenly as she saw the two guys and pouted dramatically, it was like all the air was let out of her all at once. She made a sound like air coming out of a balloon too.

“Bhuu” (ブー)

“Oh more girls, nice.” Jason grinned.

Noah took everything in, the other 3 girls at the back, the tattoos, the smoking of all kinds, drinking and gambling, the wads of cash on the table, the remains of lines and a card too, he took it all in. Jason was a buddy, brutal on the mats and if he was real honest just a slight higher level of skill than him, but also a rich, British nice boy who didn’t have a fucking clue about any of this street shit that CJ was obviously caught up in.

“They are not for us man. But,” He turned and gave CJ the long slow side eye, “If I clock it right, we are here to help them. Did you bail out a bunch of Yakuza girls? Going on an American civil rights pity party in Japan? Huh?”

CJ shrugged a little, but kept touching them both.

“Two birds” She cupped Noah’s balls, heavy in her hands “One stone,”

Even the black samurai was struggling now, he was desperate to fuck this crazy awesome wild bitch, so damn hard, but there was a lot going on, he paused.

“Wait what?” Jason was struggling to keep up, this was all new to him, plus more than half of his blood was also in his dick right now, not his brain.

Then, the room shifted again, Ami turned on the spot and grinned. Hitting a dramatic pose (mie) one palm forward and open, the other above her head, stance strong and game face fully on. Chin slightly lifted and deeply feminine, eyes lightly rolled as if she was about to faint.

“知らざあ言って聞かせやしょう！” “Shirazaa itte kikaseyashō!” “If you do not know [about me, I will] say it and let you hear it!”

CJ stomped twice on time, the wooden clappers arriving at just the right moment. Jason looked confused, his Japanese wasn’t good enough for the old Edo dialect, he had no idea what was going on, but it was still fucking hot.

Then Yumi slid out of a side door, metal power slid, on her socks in her underwear wielding an electric Shamisen. Playing two string chords and making “Iyo~ooo!” high pitched formal Kakegoe call. Before drumming her instruments body twice. This Kabuki play was about to get under way.

[Slammin that electric shamisen! By Nini Music! OOOOOH!]

Both the guys looked on in awe. CJ led them to the sex couch pulling them along by their dicks.

“Oh I love it when they do this! Such good girls. First a show, then the main event boys.”

Ami turned and walked skillfully forward starting her narration as Yumi came in with now a more modern punk rock riff for backing.

“三つの月が巡る前、私はCJ卿に出会った。” “Mitsu no tsuki ga meguru mae, watashi wa Shī-Jei kyō ni deatta.” “Before three moons turned, I met Lord CJ…”

[ASIDE: I’m going to do the rest of the flashback in English as working through different Japanese versions (formal/informal and male/female) and sorting through Translates outputs and wiki articles is a lot of effort and I am not a Japanese speaker. I spent 3 months with phrase books and flashcards before and trip and watched lots of anime and old films (and hentai) but I am not sure I can do Ami and Yumi’s dramatic kabuki retelling their crazy rescue at the noble hands (and powerful fists) Lord CJ full justice. So we go back to fly in the wall English now!!! But in your mind remember Ami is acting this all out with backing track and sound FX from Yumi. HI!]

The tension had mostly come out of Large Meeting Room 4, mostly.

CJ was wrapping up her big introduction with the whole Japanese office. They were spellbound, they had never seen an American speak Japanese like that, with all the references and cultural nods. Still, she was a woman, there were older men present in the room, project management ruffled their feathers, breaking down old hierarchies, leading teams from within, they hated it on principle.

Then she turned and changed the slide with just a wink of her eye.

“And, now for mandatory team building drinks! Tonight! You are all expected to attend. I have a budget from head office, the bus is outside already, it was all on your schedules you got last month. Apologize to the wives now gentlemen, tonight you are mine. And, where might you ask?”

She let it hang in the air, smile feral, pin striped power suit and power stance. She blinked again.

The slide changed. There was a gasp and a chuckle.

Takeshi, one of the older guys, spoke up. Calmly but also slightly condescendingly, getting ready to mansplain to this talented but in over her head young American woman.

“Respectfully CJ san, I do not think you understand enough about Japanese culture, that is…”

She cut him off.

“On the contrary Takeshi san! I know exactly what it is…”

The bar roared and chanted. The mega Jpop remix was loud and the lights were flashing, drinks were flowing.

Ami squeezed the lime into CJ’s mouth and then she pounded back another Tequila shot, before Yumi grabbed her and kissed her hard with salted lips. The whole office cheered and banged the table, apart from the three guys already passed out in the corner.

“It’s a hostess bar!!!! Ahhhhh! I love Japan!!!”

[You know CJ picked a slightly alt, wilder and bit kinky one…]

She had won the hearts and minds of every dude in the office, especially the old guard. Takeshi admired her and nodded as another girl refilled his drink and hers and smiled, he nodded respectfully and thanked her. This American, Yuri Chan, as he now called her in his head, ha, was actually like having one of the old warriors around. No young Japanese man in her role would be so bold, so traditional in a strange way. The younger men in the office had all started saluting her and calling her Major CJ, whatever that was, it was good! Yes, she can stay, Yuri Chan was ok, she was acceptable, he could work with this. .

CJ was still in glorious girlboss tomboy business suit but now a few top buttons were undone and her hair was well and truly ruffled by Ami. She had slunk both hands around Ami and Yumi’s shoulders and the two ladies nestled in close.

She whispered to them both.

“I want both of you, I want you both tonight.”

They both smiled and looked at each other and made the money sign.

“Anything is possible.”

To be continued…

Chapters

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 5: Anything is possible

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙

CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

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There has been so much love, care and obsession poured into this work. It kept me sane and sober and Jesus Santana has contributed so much of his time and effort as well.

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Please, even a small amount would be greatly appreciated.

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Minkowski dreams (Late Cycle REM, part 6)

Mark S, PhD — Thu, 29 Oct 2026 08:01:20 GMT

CONTENT WARNING: SEX AND VIOLENCE, GORE, DRUG USE, ADDICTION, 18+ ART

“The word postulate of relativity... appears to me very stale... I should rather like to give this statement the name Postulate of the absolute world or briefly, world-postulate.”

Hermann Minkowski

They moved together, fragments of minds gliding across quantum realms. The mantis and the spider dancing through dreams, dreams of dead universes.

It was silent, dark and dead.

“This one is hateful, even for you little mantis.”

“My hatred gives me strength.”

[Boleskine House is a manor on the south-east side of Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands.]

Da Jie, the techwitch of death, started chanting. The digital images of the completed Necronomicon swirling around her, reading 20 pages at once. Spells no human mind could even comprehend. Magic and code flowed as one. She was her own dark chorus, she needed no backing vocals. Her words echoed around the lair of the beast:

“We endure under the hanging May Morn.

In the house of the Great Beast.

We offer up two lovers.

A daughter of Kali.

Broken at 8 angles!

Rutting with a female hyena!

The mad lioness.

Scared and broken!

Soaked in urine and filth!”

[The Hanging May Morn, Alistair Crowley]

They were back at Boleskine House Estate, but not the eco farm. In this world she had taken hold of the manor house. Crowley’s old home, the lair of the great beast.

Suzy the S4 android was dressed in long black robes. Her eyes wide and fanatical. She held a long curved Japanese sword over her head, Jōdan-no-kamae, the upper level posture, waiting for the signal. Still and silent.

Rick, chained to the wall, watched in terror as CJ eyes glazed, drugged and mind hacked kept on grinding her body over and over against Sapphire, or what was left of her.

She was torn to pieces and smashed, bound and collared and gagged, but smiling eyes open in ecstatic pleasure. Amanda was lost, only the addict remained.

Both ladies came again and their fluids gushed all over the stone dais. Sexual fluids flowing over the many arcane signs, painted in red rusted iron filings. Which began to glow with hellish light from within.

The ruby red glow of The Harbinger.

CJ couldn’t stop. She was like a wild mad animal, frenzied, sweating and burning up, but unable to stop. The tongue of the Lioness fell out from her mouth and lolled long as she kept rubbing herself harder and harder against the remains of Sapphire. Who smiled and stared on in abject submission and complete decimation.

“We call forth the Lord of Molten Iron!

We call forth the Great Nemesis!

We call forth the Star of Death!”

The earth shuddered as earthquakes gripped northern Scotland. The pacific rim of fire exploded to life and America was instantly annihilated as the Yellowstone supervolcano erupted. A tsunami just levelled Tokyo and a hypercane destroyed most of southern India.

The huge vats containing the remains of the captured Mi Go opened and the pinkish strands of fungal matter began to flow and pulse down to join the orgy of death upon the stone dais.

The pinkish still living fungal strands binding and connecting the possessed lovers and glowing from within with unholy reddish bioluminescence.

Suzy gazed on as the red glow grew stronger. It was everywhere now, Rick looked up to the circular skylight of the manor house, the oculus. The sky itself now burned hell red and he saw it at last.

The great crimson eye.

[Image taken from MonsterWiki, unable to find attribution.]

“We offer this world to you oh Ghroth the Destroyer!

We offer its billions of souls!

We offer the rancid flesh of Three Moons!

We offer the mother of twins born dead!

Our herald as witness, we offer you our falcon and lioness!

We offer all to Ghroth.”

The crimson moon sized monster hurtled closer and closer to earth, its red light now flooding the doomed planet. The great eye opened and every person left alive on earth went mad.

“We offer the Doomed world to you Great Maker!

Oh great eye of annihilation!

We seek only death!

WE SEEK ONLY DEATH!!

WE SEEK ONLY DEATH!!!!”

And as the ladies shuddered and gushed again Suzy brought down her blade and with one cut ended both lives. Bright red blood splattered across Suzy, across the dais. The ladies corpses carried on fucking, dead and headless, like twisted puppets controlled by the dark witch of the world.

A world about to die.

The spider was the first to speak, not that time worked like that for either of them now. All relationships were relative, not absolute for the twin goddesses of shadow and flame.

“In this world we both die.”

“Good.”

“Good luck with your search, little insect. In my nest, there is no golden thread for you to pluck.”

“We shall see! We shall see! By the great sleeper in the darkness, by the master of the gate I swear I will explore every single atom, leave no single quantum state unturned! I will find a way, oh creature of shadow and death! On the honour of my father, by the blood of my firstborn child I swear it!”

The great spider only laughed and sang, they both sang together. The music of the outer spheres.

“Where shall we go?

Where death does not exist?

Not forever on Earth.

Only a while here.

Even jade shatters, gold breaks, feathers splinter.

All Earths are a grave.

Not forever on Earth

Only a while here.

All Earths are a grave.”

END

“Quantum mechanics is certainly imposing. But an inner voice tells me that it is not yet the real thing. The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us any closer to the secret of the 'old one’. I, at any rate, am convinced that He [The Old One] is not playing at dice.”

Einstein

“Einstein, stop telling God [The Old One] what to do.”

Niels Bohr

Chapters

Community art competition

Jesus Santana and I are proud to announce our first Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙 community art contest.

It is very simple.

Read the Minkowski dreams short story series.

Comment in the stories to say hi and that you want to take part (sharing would also be much appreciated).

Submit one art piece for a story of your choice (can be AI art too, we want a wide engagement and that everyone feels they can take part, but real life artwork more than welcome) to me via DM.

Jesus Santana will judge the artwork and the winner will get a signed high res digital copy of his piece for the series (I wish I could do more but shipping from Venezuela is not something either of us want to mess with, sorry!).

Please feel free to go wild with style! This is the whole point of this quantum many worlds mini series. Be as creative as you like.

Characters and connections

Dr Ling Xi, the coding cat, is one of the main characters in The Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙.

The first in this alternative universe series is Minkowski dreams (Falling asleep, part 1). Followed by Minkowski dreams (Light Sleep, part 2), Minkowski dreams (False Awakening, part 3), Minkowski dreams (N3 Deep Sleep, part 4), Minkowski dreams (REM Sleep, part 5) and Minkowski dreams (Late Cycle REM, part 6).

She has been interviewed a few times by Time, and by OBC’s The Life Scientific, she also had a New Scientist Article.

Her main story is The Engineer

Her next story in timeline order is called Cool Winds, Dark Skies.

She also did a panel on Quantum AI with Dr Kate Harper, was one of the main speakers at the S4 Android Launch Event and helped a team in China build their own “Little Dragon”.

For her PhD research she also made contact with the troubled mind of Proffessor Mark Leishman.

She is a very busy, brillant and popular lady after all!

Dr Ling Xi and the mysterious Queen will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

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So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

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Chapter 4: Blood and bone, round 2

Mark S, PhD — Tue, 27 Oct 2026 08:40:34 GMT

“Thank you Paris for having me. I’m grateful for the support you gave me. Stepping in the cage is a privilege I do not take for granted.”

Micheal “Venom” Page, a warrior who sought out the great fights for glory and for the fans.

“I never take stepping into the cage with huge sexy niggas for granted!”

Long Pause…

“What? I’m street Asian, I can say it! I never had any complaints when they let me whisper it in their ears.”

The Widow of the West

Jason senpai, well sensei really, in any other school he would have the title, but Kato sensei held to the old ways, and he respected that, he never wanted to teach anyway, Jason was a fighter first an foremost, walked into the cage and bowed once, short and sharp. Down to business.

He wasn’t short, she scanned him, AR height gauge had him at 181cm, awww just shy of 6ft buddy, its ok, I will round you up! But, he looked shorter than he was, he was square, dense, thick waist and she imagined huge brick like popping grappler abs, cute blonde mop, steel blue eyes almost boyish face and sarcastic smile. He moved that totally confident low down and somehow fluid but also heavy way that really experienced grapplers move, like if they were upside down and spun around it wouldn’t faze them one bit, totally confident in their body, no matter how it was arranged in space. He was also sexy as fuck in a totally different way. And also, probably, the girlvert imagined, strong grip, yesssss.

Ready player 2? Maybe girl, just maybe…

Noah nodded at his buddy.

“Hey man, sorry, we are done here. Right?”

He looked down at the now limping Matt, who just lined up and said nothing, head down. Jason smiled a sly smile hand on hip.

“Oh it had to be you didn’t man. You owe me a demo. Tag, you are uke.”

“Awww naaaah? Some other time bro.”

Jason put his hand on his buddies shoulder.

Noah clocked it instantly and there was a flurry of movement as they fought for grips. Then rolled and posted for position, standing grappling. Shoulder to shoulder then a fluid transition to Thai clinch, neither one dominant, no strikes, just perfect flow.

Her eyes darted from side to side as she slunk back from the line. Almost dancing on her tip toes she was so excited. Watching their smooth flow, taking in their skill, enjoying the big dick energy, it had been too long!

Then Noah made a mistake, just slightly off position and Jason slid in, deep one knee dive. Oh! he is going for a fireman’s throw! Kata Guruma, the shoulder wheel. He nailed it! Jason popped up and did a half spin before launching the taller man down to the floor.

SLAM!

But, Noah had his eyes open, core braced and smile ready. As soon as he landed clean he sprawled fast. Getting above an on top of the pleasantly surprised grappler. Who also had knowing smile.

She hopped up to sitting on top of the cage so she could get a better view. They are so so good! So sexy, the project managers plans were being updated. Split screen action was on the cards, she hoped they both didn’t mind bringing another controller to the party.

Jason had more tricks and drove straight through the sprawl, Greco-Roman style, explosive and athletic, powerful. Noah stumbled back and framed, blocking a closer entry and they hit another standing grapple as before. Over under position. They both smiled.

The neon pink tatted cat had climbed up onto the top of the cage. Silently watching everything, grinning the whole time, the Cheshire cat smile, lost in wonderland.

Her eye connected to the speaker system, and it started up slow. What’s Up Danger, the Epic Orchestral Remix by Sam Kim came on loud and proud.

“Yes! Oh yes! I choose both! I want more! Gotcha Now!”

[The Cammy handstand, screenshot from Street Fighter II animated movie. Fair use.]

They both looked up as she did a full Cammy handstand on the edge of the cage, toes the sky, holding in for a long few seconds before leaping down between the two of them, using the spring from the cage floor to rebound up into a high jump, and a double split leg kick to each of their faces.

A SNAP and a CRACK!

Jason was caught hard and stumbled back Noah just about hit a lay back in time and took some of the impact out, just clipped.

“Let’s go boys, I won’t leave! I want more!”

“Oh naaah!”

Noah went straight for a Thai clinch, top of the head, to man handle and get a damn handle on this arrogant bitch.

She slipped down and under, then posted up with a stomp as she drove a hard Baji elbow, a Baji mecha elbow, straight into his diaphragm, he stumbled back grabbing his guts as the air went out of him.

“I’m right here baby! At your door! I want me! I want more!”

“God Damn!”

The dancer span on a dime as Jason charged and went in for a hip throw, he reacted flawlessly changing his technique to account for her turn, grabbed her over her shoulder and reached down to her belt harai makikomi. It should have been a tight throw, his hips went in deep and strong. She smiled, right at the apex, just as she passed the shoulder, she spun and twisted, his grip lost on the belt, the dancers spin, legs spiralling and turning the momentum of the throw from down to sideways and up. She kissed him on the top of the head as she went.

“What’s up danger? KISS.”

He hit the deck, it was a suicide throw after all, she landed light on her toes a meter away, fluttering both legs playfully.

‘No fucking way, that’s some Mifune level technique, no way...’ Jason thought to himself as he got up and grinned, ‘Who was this chick?’

Noah had sprung right in, unleashing a speedy probing long step Karate left, Oi-zuki, then into a three hook advancing combination. Stepping forward trying to find her with each strike.

‘Nah! Ahh! Lioness! You think I didn’t see you girl! I saw what “The Terminator” did with you in the ring! I ain’t goin down to some washed up cyber kitten, nah ahhh!”

“Yes! Good! Good! Your hatred makes you powerful! Come to the darkside my black prince! Fucking give it to me.”

She stuck out her tongue and danced, light on her toes, out of range of each punch. Eye tracking each and every strike. Dancing fast, lighting fast. He pushed on, now in range, hook, ducked, overhand, bobbed under, uppercut, weaved back, another two hooks, she slid under each one. He was tracking her still, on target, ‘Like fighting a tiny fucking prime Emanual Augustus, fuck’. She popped up again with a Hitman Hatton liver shot, half a v step in, off the line, with the mecha arm, while the other hand waved to Jason.

BOOM!

He grunted but ate it, he read it, rock hard abs, a tight side crunch and samurai nerves of steel. ‘That was the plan, girl!’

“I said NAAAAH you god damn ceramite cyber fuckin China doll!”

A powerful karate left right into a full power roundhouse kick to the ribs.

She laughed and slipped both punches then got caught out and just about power blocked the roundhouse with her metal cyber arm.

CLANG!

She skidded backwards and slammed into the cage wall, eyes wide, grin widening. There was a small dent in her arm.

There was a long pause.

“FUCK! Owwwww! That’s fucking steel you bitch! Jesus Christ, oowwwwww!”

“Awww sorry baby, let me kiss better later yeah?”

He hopped for a second then shook his leg off, but then didn’t stop his attack. Jason came up to him, hand across his mates chest, cooling his fire.

“Look man, together? It’s getting kinda embarrassing…”

“Yeah ok bro, together.”

They both advanced together, stances low and grounded, guards up.

“YASSS! Can’t stop me now! I said I gotcha now!”

They both went in with a flurry of strikes. cassandra.cain() was working on overdrive. Tracking everything, highlighting and giving her real time feedback. She was as fluid as melting ice.

She slipped and weaved, blocked and parried. Two, no three, no four strike combinations from each warrior. Both of their jaws hung open in shock. Jason thought he just entered the Matrix. Noah had a scene from DBZ in mind. They had never fought a fully enhanced cyber athlete before, an certainly not one like the Lioness. There was no one like the Lioness.

[The scene that Noah had in mind. All rights to Toei Animation, please support the official release!]

“My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious!”

The Lioness roared.

Then they both looked at each other one more time, nodded and tackled her together and bought her smug sexy ass crashing to the matt.

It was then she slowed, her hands came up and caressed each mans head together, slowly running her claws through their hair. Now a whisper so only the threesome could hear.

“I want your hearts, and your cocks. Both of them. I’m all yours boys.”

They both looked at each other then looked back at her. Then smiled and came in as one voice.

“Lets talk after class yeah?”

She smiled back.

“Sure thing boys.”

Queen promotes two pawns. Black bishop and white knight.

Chapters

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 4: Blood and bone, round 2

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙

CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

My intent is to keep my work here on Substack free and available for everyone.

So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

If you feel like supporting me (and supporting Jesus Santana, you will mostly be buying him coffee) then please leave a small donation here.

There has been so much love, care and obsession poured into this work. It kept me sane and sober and Jesus Santana has contributed so much of his time and effort as well.

This is not just a series of stories to me. This is the building of a mythos in the great tradition of HP Lovecraft.

Please, even a small amount would be greatly appreciated.

If you can’t at this time I do understand, your comments, your likes and your shares also mean so much to me and Jesus.

Minkowski dreams (REM Sleep, part 5)

Mark S, PhD — Sun, 25 Oct 2026 08:17:42 GMT

The whole world appears resolved into such world-lines. And I should like to say beforehand that, according to my opinion, it would be possible for the physical laws to find their fullest expression as correlations of these world-lines.

Hermann Minkowski

[Promotional Image from Warner Bro’s Pacific Rim, used to give flavour and with fair use. You might want to listen to this too.]

“Where too next little Mantis?”

“To your death! To your destruction. To the one you fear most.”

“No, not even you, not even you would seek out The Dreaming Prince! His aura is the doom of this world! It is madness!”

“Azathoth is all and all is madness!”

Now it was the watchers turn to laugh, she pulled them both deeper still…

"Today, we are cancellin' the apocalypse!"

Stacker Pentecost, Pacific Rim

A light lyrical but male Chinese voice came in over the intercom. The Little Dragon was active, the huge robots onboard AI:

LittleDragon: “We are go on the drop site. Deploying ‘Dark Mother’ in 3, 2, 1. She is deployed, repeat Dark Mother has been deployed!”

They dropped the colossal robot from the eight Boeing Chinook helicopters. Dark metallic oily blue, almost black. The 90m tall, 2.5 thousand tonne robot fell gracefully to the ground, she landed surprisingly lightly, the dancers fall.

The AI continued his report.

LittleDragon: “Drop complete. Structural integrity at 100%, continuing to monitor onboard systems. A hundred blessings and a thousand auspicious signs for us all!”

Frank came in over the intercom next.

Frank: “Neural concert between our two pilots is stable at 99.8%, the perfect match. All emotional readings look good, focussed and in control, no issues with the wider neural orchestra. Knock him dead girls!”

The wet, sickly and rotting ground was only recently exposed to the air. Dark mother sank into the muck and slime, but there were cyclopean stones buried beneath, the gates to R’lyeh were open, the stars had aligned.

Professor Kate Harper came in next.

Kate: “Fusion engine is at 76% power and stable. Quantum fluctuations in plasma turbulence are within acceptable parameters. Ladies, all systems are go. Ling, be nice to my engine, Dark Mother is all yours.”

The two ladies were buried in Dark Mothers chest, her heart, harmonised and in control of all movement and combat, but the brain of the operation was housed in the head.

Big Sister saw all. The earth buckled and twisted, another devastating earthquake hit them, R’lyeh responded to its master’s call, they had little time left. Dark Mother held firm, balance perfect, proud and strong, the warrior goddess arrayed for battle.

The Queen of the Earth addressed her subjects;

“The prince of the earth awakens!

By the elder sign and the concert of three moons I swear to destroy him.

I am no concubine to be bought and sold!

Only I wear the crown.

Only I can drink deep the darkness.

Only I have paid the terrible cost!

Mother of sons born dead, the one who annihilated princess of shadows, so too shall I crush the great sleeper!

To battle and to destiny!

I call my herald and my lioness, my falcon and my council, to my sides come all!

I will smash open the gates and I will tear down the pillars.

By Azathoth as my witness I will feast on the flesh of the dead like a dog if it brings victory!

I shall not be denied!

Ready yourselves, your true queen is glorious in her rage and radiance!

Anointed with holy oils,

Warded in sacred symbols,

And adorned for battle.

I shall not be denied.”

She paused then spoke again. An instruction spoken like a spell. She was both Queen and High Priestess.

Da Jie:“Preparing Non Euclidean Armour.”

Da Jie began her chanting, elder signs and glowing blue runes spinning around the head of dark mother. The digital and complete Necronomicon fully realised and internalised within her flesh and code.

Kate clocked a huge sudden power spike of the fusion engine, up to 87%, she immediately started making adjustments to quantum tunneling variables to compensate.

As the power flowed through it, the titanic robot began to fold and shift, drawing mass from pocket dimensions and folded string states, spinning and folding the very laws of space to create shimmering and viciously spiked void armour.

Armour fit to fight an elder god.

With a great gurgling slurping cry from beyond space and beyond time he called!

With an earth shattering earthquake that would destroy cities he called!

With the opening of the great cyclopean gates, gates folded from spaces beyond space and built from times outside of time, he called!

And, was seen!

A mountain of flesh, tentacles and madness emerged to do battle for the fate of the earth.

Great Cthulhu is risen!

[Cthulhu as drawn by H.P. Lovecraft himself.]

The Little Dragon came in as they all witnessed the emergence of the prince of R’lyeh.

Frank:“Our eyes are live. Rick, stay with us friend.”

Rick was also housed inside the head, strapped down, eyes taped open, his vision shared with all other minds in the great neural orchestra. The first site of the great foe had already caused them to start to bleed. He clenched his teeth and looked on. He could fucking take it.

Frank was already worried. Rick’s cortisol and noradrenaline had already spiked.

The two ladies spoke with one voice.

SaphJ: “We hit him hard straight away! Activating Munoz cryonic cannon!”

Kate queried.

Kate: “Using the trump card right off the bat SaphJ?”

The ladies were one mind and spoke with one voice now, a complete fusion.

SaphJ: “Ah that’s where everyone goes wrong in anime Kate. They wait for the bad guy to power up first. We don’t!”

The arm cannon began to spin up, rotational electromagnets whizzing around each other. It was an ion cannon that used focussed laser cooled atoms to create a stable ion stream, housed in an electromagnetic field and released as a pulse at near absolute zero.

A mega ice gun.

Ling’s chanting stopped just in time and the form of Dark Mother stabilised. Now covered in black voidborn armour, armour that drank the light.

Kate: “Power stable at 80%”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 45% charged.”

The beast from beyond the stars closed fast, even with Rick’s vision it was somehow hard to track, like every time you blinked it wasn’t quite where you expected it to be it moved both too fast and too slow at the same time. He tracked it, eyes watering.

SaphJ: “We always wanted to try this! The planets have aligned! In the name of heaven…”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 67% charged.”

SaphJ: “Mercury star power!”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 78% charged.”

SaphJ: “Douse yourself in water…”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 82% charged.”

SaphJ: “and repent!!!”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 91% charged.”

SaphJ: “Mercury aqua...”

LittleDragon: “Cryonic cannon 96% charged!!!”

SaphJ: “Blizzard GO!!!!!!”

A furious roar split their ears and warped the air, with that roar and a pulse the ion cannon fired, discharging an electromagnetically contained pulse of near absolute zero supercooled gas straight at the mountain that walked.

LittleDragon: “Direct hit!”

The beast was frozen in place, ice fully enveloping and surrounding the monster. It held!

SaphJ: “Take it squidward! Völuspa Hurricane Missile Banks activated, preparing bombardment pattern Hydra Furiosa!”

Dark Mother’s form shifted and rotated again, spaces opening up in the armour, hundreds of missile ports, the missile launch systems were also stored in extra dimensional pocket dimensions. Every single missile sealed with a spell, a sacred wax symbol and holy oil and Big Sister simultaneously chanting, parallel processing her magic a hundred incantations per fraction of a second. As each port opened, glowing red runes spiraled and circled the port, empowering each and every projectile.

SaphJ: “We love the smell of roasted calamari in the morning! BURN!”

The barrage was launched. Each one of the extradimensional chambers holding a high speed MLRS system, one rocket per second, hundreds at a time. The barrage began, and continued, more and more raining down, over and over, arcing and crossing in the sky. A twisting spiralling torrent of fire and death.

Da Jie: “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthugha Fomalhaut n’gha-ghaa naf’l thagn! Iä!

Cthugha! Iä! Cthugha! Iä!

Cthugha N’AA! ”

They burst with the flaming rage of Kathigu-Ra! Ugly dark blotches of mottled dull orange danced and swirled, laced with darkness, as great columns of spinning flame arced and surrounded the frozen form of the lord of madness! The flame of Cthugha unleashed upon the earth.

From the fire and fury of the lord of the living flame emerged the Great Sleeper! His power and might unopposed and terrible in his wrath! Reeking of burning blubbery fishy flesh, charred wounds closing and healing instantly.

As great Cthulhu closed his many tentacled maw opened and he roared, a gurgling, screaming, howling terror from beyond the stars. The howl assailed both the minds and bodies, shattering nearby stones and blasting the ears and hearts of all present. Rick and the two ladies’ ears started to bleed. Their brains were being scrambled.

Frank: “Excessive high-frequency brain waves spiking, in the frontal and temporal areas! Ladies neural concert dropping to 89, no 83%. Do something Ling!”

Rick screamed and gritted his teeth, he had been given a mouthguard to stop him biting off his own tongue. He knew the risks, or so he thought.

Rick: “Come on you tentacled cunt! That all you fuckin got son?!”

SaphJ: “Shield of the Elder Sign activate!”

Da Jie started to chant just in time. And Dark mother responded, a shield spinning up, forming around the left arm, blue protective runes spiraling and circling as it grew and expanded in mass and size. Layers of black void metal, kissed by Big Sisters spells.

Da Jie: “I call forth the Barrier of Naach-Tith,

By the seal of the elder sign I summon the Eibon’s Wheel of Mist, Iä!

By the seal of the great sign, Iä!

Descend, you Evil Ones, and remain forever in eternal darkness!

Go now, and by the power of the rotten earth!

By the will of the ever branching tree!

GO NOW! Iä!

Forever hold you!

Iä! In my power and my glory! Iä! Iä!”

Kate: “Power surge detected, fusion engines at 91% Ling! Adjusting vacuum fluctuations and stabilising virtual particles.”

The great blue rune of the five forked tree, the great and powerful elder sign swirled and covered the shield, other lesser blue protective runes shimmered and circled and the shields and wards, they held!

Frank: “Blood pressure and adrenal function normalising, brainwaves returning to baseline. It is holding! Neural concert at 95% stability. Hang in there Rick mate.”

But the Prince of the Earth had just begun his attack and launched his entire squirming, blubbery putrid mass at Dark Mother. Tentacle and claw met shield and dark metal.

The shields roiled and burned, matter and energy moving and folding off to spaces beyond space. Ling was chanting 10, no 100 simultaneous spells, every timeline splitting and forking, every dimension burning and battling, the great lord of the earth assaulted her across all spaces and all times! One great eye for a second paused, seeing all, observing the watcher, ready in his madness.

HE SAW HER.

The watcher screamed internally and chanted desperately. From across the void of space and time his tendrils clawed and grasped. Seeing the brain, seeking the jar, seeing the watcher herself. Half of her icy bathtub had already boiled away. The Rick of this universe woke and started throwing ice in the bathtub. For a second it looked like she would end across all timelines. Then the spell was cast, the gate was shut, the great lord’s gaze retreated with a slurping gurling noise from beyond the stars, with that he was gone.

For now he was gone.

The watcher looked on, cautious and distant, trusting her other self.

And in every universe she could see, they were boiling, melting and screaming away into ash and madness. Dark Mother burnt and flayed away, the shield gave as twisted tentacles tore chunks of matter away from the mecha.

SaphJ: “AHHHHHHH!!!!! Is that all you got?! Come on Big C?! Is that all you got?!!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!!!! ”

Dark Mother twisted, absorbed the impact, paused for a second then spiralled, turned on the spot, dancing to the side, a step off the line and then let loose a huge counter rollback cross, perfect form! A 2.5 thousand tonne Sugar Ray Robinson cross, it landed flush, on the button, straight into the maw of the elder god, BOOM! Perfect timing!

The beast roared and stumbled back. As it pulled back, it ripped more chunks of Non Euclidean armour away from Dark Mother. Chunks fell away at strange angles to spaces beyond space.

But as Great Cthulhu roared and stumbled back his vast tentacles lashed and extended, each one piercing through and deep into the machine. One only inches away from Rick’s face. His nose burned at the vile scent and he vomited black bile. His readings were going haywire.

One tentacle shot straight into the chest and carved out a huge chunk of machine. For a second there was silence.

Little Dragon: “Structural integrity falling, 74%, core systems breached, heart chamber compromised.”

Then CJ screamed, and screamed, and screamed…

Sapphire had been torn out from the heart of Dark Mother.

Frank: “No! Neural concert terminated. She’s gone Ling. It’s over…”

Kate: “CJ! Cass! Cass!!!”

The Lioness was twitching and screaming, her eyes white and vacant. Locked in but held in perpetual agony reliving her connected love dying, dying whilst fully connected, over and over. CJ’s heart stopped soon after and she hung lifeless, white phlegm drooling from her open mouth.

Da Jie came in over the speaker to all present.

“Death is only the beginning. I will not be denied!”

Frank: “It is over Ling!”

She didn’t listen, there was only more unholy chanting.

Da Jie:

“I have cast open the gates!

I have pulled down the pillars!

What is death to the queen of the rotten earth?!

That which is dead can never die!

And with even strange aeons even death may die!!!

I call my lioness back!

Back from the gate, back from the threshold,

Into my arms I carry her like a tender cub,

She may feast upon my pure breast and drink deep the degenerate darkness.

By Azathoth I name thee Cassandra “The Lioness” Jiao, and I say return!

I command thee, pull your queen’s chariot once more!

By Yog Sottoth I call thee back!

Daughter of the King in Yellow, your work is not yet done!

BACK! BACK LIONESS BACK!

Your queen commands it!”

And with a lurch and another sickening cracking twitch, eyes still white and dead, the corpse of the Lioness returned to life. And with her Dark Mother lurched back into action. Her voice like a pane of broken glass, smashed and hollow. The dead woman spoke.

CJoftheDead: “DEATH IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. VOID SWORD ACTIVATE!”

Kate: “What the fuck! This is monstrous, this is… fuck!! For God’s sake Ling STOP! Power spiking to 98%. I am shutting it down. Shutting you down!”

Da Jie: “I am the only Goddess you need worry about Dr Harper. Your services are no longer required. I need all the power. Fusion engines to maximum 100%.”

All Kate’s computers went dead as Da Jie took control of the engines and maxed them out. Big Sister was running everything now.

The right arm of Dark Mother shuddered and lurched, Cassandra moved jerkily now but found the grip of the void sword. She pulled it free. The hilt started to spin. Red hot and fast, incredibly fast. Burning red, an accretion disk spinning faster and faster, as the black hole blade formed.

[A blackhole with a warped accretion disk. University of Southampton.]

The prince of the earth carried on ripping chunks and smashing dark mother to pieces. Rick screamed as he went blind and passed out, twitching and coughing up bile. Frank’s connection terminated before he could say another word.

LittleDragon: “Structural integrity falling 53%, fires in sections 2 through 7, eyes are down, repeat eyes are down, connections terminated, critical systems are failing. Fusion engines at 105% and critical.”

Her voice returned, the rasping, spluttering and creaking voice of the dead woman. Dark Mother’s corpse pilot.

CJofthedead: “I WILL JOIN YOU IN HELL MY FALCON!”

The void sword spluttered to life, a hole in space and time, then warped and shaped into a blade, a blade of pure nothing, of no escape. The sword of Azathoth!

Da Jie:

“I shall not be denied.

I, Queen of the Earth, daughter of the house of Xi, have put on the garment of royalty and girded myself for battle.

I have bedecked my forehead with terror and with fearsome radiance.

I have arranged a mantle of stars around my holy throat.

I have brandished the seven headed void weapon vigorously.

And have wrapped straps of metals from beyond space and time upon my chariot.

I, the mistress of the earth, in my rage and anger have opened my arsenal and thrown wide the gate!

I have brought out magnificence in battle and called on a great storm!

I shall ride that storm, on terrible wings, I rule that storm!

And I shall reach for my quiver.

I shall flood the earth and drown nations in my tears!

I have called forth the raging wind, the foul wind, the wind that howls beyond the stars!

And I shall not be denied my vengeance!

I shall not be denied my blood price!

All gods, elder things and ancient beings shall bow!

Their lips shall taste naught but dust!

I SHALL NOT BE DENIED!!!!!!!!!”

The fusion engines were burning and CJ’s body was melting away from the heat, the accretion disk burning everything to dust. It roared louder than ten stars, burned hotter too and Dark Mother, staggered, swung and lunged at the terrible beast. With one last and powerful swing the black hole sword struck true.

The body of Great Cthulhu was pulled screaming and twisting, ripped apart and spaghettified. Pulled out to infinitesimal parts and ripped into the heart of the void sword. His only fate now was to reach the singularity, all spacetime paths lead there for him now, a new universe for him to rule, in a new time beyond time.

With that Dark Mother fell to her knees, the fusion engines giving out and the corpse of CJ collapsing to lifelessness once more. Her tongue lolling from her mouth, The Lioness had fallen.

Da Jie had done it. A queen of death, surrounded by corpses.

For a moment there was peace. Peace and silence.

Then the Mi Go sporeships started to fall. Their invasion beginning. With the great enemy gone, the world was theirs for the taking.

And Da Jie had nothing left to save it.

The watcher turned away from this doomed world and looked on.

“The word postulate of relativity... appears to me very stale... I should rather like to give this statement the name Postulate of the absolute world or briefly, world-postulate.”

Hermann Minkowski

To be continued…

Chapters

Community art competition

Jesus Santana and I are proud to announce our first Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙 community art contest.

It is very simple.

Read the Minkowski dreams short story series.

Comment in the stories to say hi and that you want to take part (sharing would also be much appreciated).

Submit one art piece for a story of your choice (can be AI art too, we want a wide engagement and that everyone feels they can take part, but real life artwork more than welcome) to me via DM.

Please feel free to go wild with style! This is the whole point of this quantum many worlds mini series. Be as creative as you like.

Characters and connections

Dr Ling Xi, the coding cat, is one of the main characters in The Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙.

The first in this alternative universe series is Minkowski dreams (Falling asleep, part 1) followed by Minkowski dreams (Light Sleep, part 2), Minkowski dreams (False Awakening, part 3) and Minkowski dreams (N3 Deep Sleep, part 4).

She has been interviewed a few times by Time, and by OBC’s The Life Scientific, she also had a New Scientist Article.

Her main story is The Engineer

Her next story in timeline order is called Cool Winds, Dark Skies.

She also did a panel on Quantum AI with Dr Kate Harper, was one of the main speakers at the S4 Android Launch Event and helped a team in China build their own “Little Dragon”.

For her PhD research she also made contact with the troubled mind of Proffessor Mark Leishman.

She is a very busy, brillant and popular lady after all!

Dr Ling Xi and the mysterious Queen will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

My intent is to keep my work here on Substack free and available for everyone.

So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

If you feel like supporting me (and supporting Jesus Santana, you will mostly be buying him coffee) then please leave a small donation here.

Chapter 3: Blood and bone, round 1

Mark S, PhD — Sat, 24 Oct 2026 07:22:28 GMT

CONTENT WARNING: THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS HIGHLY NSFW! IT IS ALL IN TRIBUTE TO THE MOST EXTREME OF JAPANESE AND WESTERN MEDIA; JAPENESE GORE PORN OVA’S, HENTAI TROPES, THE WORST EXCESSES OF IRON AGE COMICS, ULTRA VIOLENT SAMURAI FILMS, LEESPOITALION CINEMA, THE GROSSEST OF BIOPUNK MADNESS. IT IS ALL IN HERE. ALL OF IT! CONSIDER THIS YOUR PHARONIC TEMPLE WARING “Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the smut and gore of the Lioness while she feeds”

“I need you to deliver a message. I want you to tell every motherfucker behind these walls that if they get the notion of fuck with me, DON’T!”

Isaiah Bone (Micheal Jai White), Blood and Bone

“Oh hiiiii! I would still like permission to fuck with you! Please, please Mr Bone!!!!”

The Widow of the West

[CAVE MMA seems like a solid east meets west modern and traditional spot for the Lioness to hunt in…]

She was warming up with her fresh new whitebelt on. Cosplaying as a naive young novice doing her first jiu jitsu class. She scanned the room. The second gym she went to, this was a real fight gym, CAVE mma, gritty and nasty, just the way she liked it, anyone here? Anyone good? No one met her demanding specifications in the last one. No one made it past round 1.

It took a special type of man to dominate The Lioness. She was much more selective in this domain.

There was an mma group in the cage. A couple of Japanese guys looked like pros, sme white fan boi’s too, she thought that was ok. Still nothing special. This one has to be special.

Her Japanese jiu jitsu instructor waved at her and smiled as he picked her out. He was nice. She wasn’t here for nice.

“Hi!” She said enthusiastically, bowed once and playfully scuttled out.

He showed her the ankle sweep timing, guiding her carefully respectfully. He was a nice guy and a reasonable coach, but his movements were easy to read, his movement pattern not refined. He never made it to high levels of skill, just stuck around long enough to get ok and start teaching.

“Like this sensei?”

She said as she swept him totally off balance and on the off beat, perfectly timed as his heel hit the ground, she wasn’t even looking or holding him, a flawless trip. He hit the ground harder than expected and groaned once and the air went out of him. He wasn’t ready for it.

She had her eye on someone else.

There was one man, a tall and lean black man, ooooh yesss! Doing his Kyokushin Karate kata by himself. He was doing it slow, precise, he stopped and adjusted a movement, refining his steel. Then a rapid flurry of blocks and strikes with cracking hip whip, followed by a fully flexible downercut roundhouse kick, the chopping question mark kick. Then a pause, a moment’s stillness, breathing perfect. And as a bonus, she saw the outline of his dick too, scanned and zoomed, he is huge! YASSSS!

But her girlvert thoughts were put on hold as a couple of the pros came out to tease her long and strong subject.

“Hey look, it’s Noah. Hey guys the Karate kid is back. You good man? Whacatthaa!”

“Yeah you doin ok black dynamite? KIAIII!”

He paused. Ended his kata perfectly with zanshin, his eyes not focused on anything but taking it all in. Another breath. He held the room. Then a curt rei, one forward and then one at the photos of sensei’s on the wall. Everything formal and correct. One more breath, a return to the world of distraction, away from his sacred space. Then he spoke.

“It’s karate guys not kung fu, we are in Japan, what’s the issue?”

“Ooooh he’s pissed now.”

“Don’t you bother me when I am doing my kung fu! Kiaaaa! None of that shit works man.”

He stopped, sighed, the borderline racist stuff had ruffled him, he was used to that in Japan though. But, calling out Kyokishin Karate, in a Tokyo martial arts school. That was not ok. That was bullshit. That needed to be stopped right fucking now.

He nodded at the most irritating white boy in the Thai shorts.

“Ok kickboxer, nice shorts white boy, Muay Thai yeah? You any good or just so you can get Thai pussy? Those training camps where you all work soooo hard yeah? You wanna go a few?”

“Oooooh shit. He called you Matt! Lol. Didn’t you get the new super clap or something from your last trip bro?”

“Fuck you Tom. Ok karate kid, black Miyagi, let’s do this.”

“Ok well low kicks your specialty yeah? Thai bitch boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Low kicks only, LowKick Championship rules. You can go first.”

“Ooooh nice!”

The whole gym was watching. CJ was grinning super wide and had slunk away from her class and appeared like a curious cat right next to the two fighters.

“I want to be round card girl!!!”

They both looked at her. Pink neon hair, cyber eye, she has opened up her gi a little, no tshirt just the sports bra and tats below. She knew what the fighter boys liked.

She winked at her man in black.

“Ummm ok sure, whatever.” Said the white guy.

They marched over to the octagon and took centre stage facing each other.

Just before Noah walked in she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her hand slunk down and squeezed it. Mmmmm, almost as thick as my bat, long too. Then whispered in his ear.

“You get him for me big boy, ok?”

One eyebrow went up but he remained completely calm, samurai calm.

“It’s Noah, Miss. And, I do it for the art, for the masters that came before me.”

Sploosh. Now she really fucking wanted him.

They took a moment to gather round and she then slowly and carefully took off the gi top, one shoulder first with a wink and an eyelash flutter. Neon pink sports bra matched the hair. The truly observant might have noticed a single badge sown into the gi.

There was a cheer and a wolf whistle.

“Whooooo!”

“Just like Thailand Tom! HAHAHA!”

She strode back and forth, waving and winking before, blowing a kiss at Noah and then projecting her voice and calling it.

Noah’s eyebrow was raised again, alongside an eye flicker to the badge, but he breathed it out and remained focused on the task in hand.

“Ok boys! Let’s have a nice clean kickfest! Low kicks to the upper thigh of the front leg are the only permitted strike. Fight continues with alternating strikes until one fighter is unable to continue or I call it for medical reasons. WHICH I WONT! Best of luck brave warriors! LETS GET IT ON!!!!”

Noah bowed three times, to the school, to the referee and “round card girl” (her eyes caught his now, yes, she knew it had landed, she saw his fire) and once to his opponent.

Then opened up into stance, from his neutral attention stance, hands down in fists, he began by sliding the front foot out along the floor, the mud step and then slowly but surely turning it in. Like he was screwing himself into the ground. Like he was a steel cable being pulled taught, he cracked his hips once fast, cracking the cable, low block snapped out, before coming to front guard, ever so slowly. Winding it back in.

‘Nice!!!’ She though to herself, taking it all in, the movement quality, the precision, the breath, the focus, she saw all, even as the other guys laughed at it.

Tom the Mauy Thai lad started his march. Weight shifting back and forth, on rhythm up and down. Smiling, near laughing even. Thinking this is an easy win.

“I been rolling my legs since that last camp Black Lightning. No way your skinny bean karate legs can take this.”

Noah didn’t respond, not with words. He stayed in stance, just rolled over his front hand as he slowly opened the fist, then gestured for his opponent to attack. The neo wave.

‘Oh fuck he is soooo fucking hot.’ She was super happy with her choice so far. Definitely the right choice, if he performs now that is.

The first kick went in hard. Tom had been doing this for years, his mid round kick was better but this was still a match winner for him. He had held his own with the Thai boys. They had given him the badge of honour and invited them to train with their pros last camp. He had this.

Noah just moved a tiny amount. His sanchin stance and super tight coil in hips gave an extra level of stability, CJ could see it, she saw all with the eye, the lines, the force curves, the structures, his was better. The traditional forms trained properly preserved this mechanic.

He just adjusted the weighting a tiny amount, like he barely moved at all, the angle just a slight defection too, minimising the force on force, the rest of it rooted down his back leg and dissipated into the ground. A steel cable, taught, strong, but able to flex, perfect.

Tom laughed and smiled.

“Ohhh you managed one! Good job Ali.”

“My turn.”

As soon as he said the words he went. The Kyokoshin low roundhouse is fast, no reload, forward only from forward stance, his bodyweight almost falling into the strike. CRACK!

Tom spiralled from the force and went down to the matt. Loosing his balance and stance. Leg slashed from under him like Noah was chopping down a tree.

“Oooooooh!”

Most of the lads were silent.

He stood up fast. But struggled to put weight on the leg, it nearly gave out again.

He was done.

Then a new voice called out from across the gym.

“Kato sensei is off teaching in Kyoto and this is what happens to his gym! Get out or get up and line up!”

It looked like Jason senpai had shown up to teach tonight.

Chapters

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 3: Blood and bone, round 1

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙

CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

My intent is to keep my work here on Substack free and available for everyone.

So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

If you feel like supporting me (and supporting Jesus Santana, you will mostly be buying him coffee) then please leave a small donation here.

There has been so much love, care and obsession poured into this work. It kept me sane and sober and Jesus Santana has contributed so much of his time and effort as well.

This is not just a series of stories to me. This is the building of a mythos in the great tradition of HP Lovecraft.

Please, even a small amount would be greatly appreciated.

If you can’t at this time I do understand, your comments, your likes and your shares also mean so much to me and Jesus.

Minkowski dreams (N3 Deep Sleep, part 4)

Mark S, PhD — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 07:26:12 GMT

“Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows”.

Hermann Minkowski

This one appeared suddenly. The watcher was barely ready.

The building next to him exploded and showered them all with fragments of grey stones. They all cowered. She didn't even flinch. The warrior stood.

“Get down! We go on my mark!”

Rick looked over at CJ, head fully shaved, pulse rifle slung under arms, half chewed cigar in her mouth and one remaining eye blazing red, scars running down her face. Both arms and a leg were cyber now, spiked bat slung by her side as a trusty and rusty sidearm. Her built in shoulder cannon was reloading itself. Digital camo mesh top, tits and tats out. Tankgirl, as ever, holding the line. CJ stands. His own AR heads up display was fed straight into Oracle’s command feed. Not that it helped, it was madness, more than any non-enhanced mind could handle. More than most enhanced minds too by the sound of it.

Commander Cassandra was addressing her troops.

“Now Listen up, 'cause I'm only telling you this once! I'm not a bedtime-story bitch, so pay attention. It's 2078. The world is fucked now. You see, a while ago this mini meteorite came crashing into the earth. Dropped off some four colour alien shit. Tentacle monsters and not the type you touch yourself to. We then proceeded to build our whole tech tree off their bad electric voodoo, of course we fucking did! So as soon as one quantum bitch woke up. Bam! Total devastation! End of the fucking world as we know it. No gigs, no baseball - or cricket or whatever you fucks like - no Sunday fuckin roasts [she winks and Rick], and more than that its soon to be her radioactive fucking coronation too. But hell, you got me and you got to see my incredible tiny fucking tits once before you all died. So it ain’t all bad!”

Drones whizzed everywhere, ones being flown by girls of The Pride, now over 1000 strong, ones operated by the Oceania military, the Queens drones and maybe Lings ones too. Who the fuck knew anymore. One dude exploded right next to CJ, who didn’t move, until she wiped his blood not so much off as all over her face. Topping up her warpaint.

They were pinned down in street to street fighting in Edinburgh, buried in the train station. Trying to keep away from the crabs.

The machines were everywhere, they were still trying to get to her server but the whole fucking world was mental. CJ roared and charged out from cover.

“Anyway, you all ready?! Fucking go! You want to live forever bitches?!!!!!”

“Life is suffering!”

Boomed the giant mechanical crab, with a painting of Saph riding an Hbomb on the side. As it emerged from behind a ruined train and fired its primary cannon straight into a nearby building.

“Ha that’s my girl!”

They had uploaded Saph into the crab after she was torn to bits by a mortar shell. Most of her personality had made it, maybe, on a good day anyway. There were not really any good days now.

They could all hear Kate over their headsets and neural connections.

“The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards are moving out. Advancing down the A1 in force. Ling?! Where is my airstrike?”

The lyrical voice cut through the noise of the battle.

The goddess of war was ready.

“Xi’Han H-30 “army of none” long range stealth bombers on route. ETA 5minutes. I had to deal with another issue in low earth orbit. The US Spaceforce local assets are also being redeployed.”

They all looked up as the flaming wreck of the international space station hurtled down, burning through the sky. It was about to smash into the Royal Air Force base at Kirknewton.

Kate looked over at her 5th monitor. It had Ling’s status updates for the quantum cryptography for the nuclear codes. Two more were redlining. They didn’t have fucking time for this. The Queen was maybe hours away from nuking the planet back to the stone age.

Kate opened the channel straight to the brain in the jar, lodged in the barn being cooled down and served by a small army of Suzy’s.

“We are fucked aren’t we? There is no way we can get any assets to that server farm in time?”

“It was a pleasure to serve by your side Kate, you alone understood the magnitude of this mission.”

“We made quite a team right? One brain in a jar and a paranoid prof in a wheelchair with ADHD, the two of us managing world war III.”

“Oracle and Lady Mastermind.”

The mind moved again. Failed options, low probability worlds. War worlds burning with failure and fury. The shadow grew stronger. Then spoke again.

“Oh I was quite enjoying that one.”

“I am sure you were.”

The spider had found her once more.

Hermann Minkowski

To be continued…

Community art competition

Jesus Santana and I are proud to announce our first Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙 community art contest.

It is very simple.

Read the Minkowski dreams short story series.

Comment in the stories to say hi and that you want to take part (sharing would also be much appreciated).

Submit one art piece for a story of your choice (can be AI art too, we want a wide engagement and that everyone feels they can take part, but real life artwork more than welcome) to me via DM.

Please feel free to go wild with style! This is the whole point of this quantum many worlds mini series. Be as creative as you like.

Chapters

Characters and connections

Dr Ling Xi, the coding cat, is one of the main characters in The Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙.

The first in this alternative universe series is Minkowski dreams (Falling asleep, part 1), followed by Minkowski dreams (Light Sleep, part 2) and Minkowski dreams (False Awakening, part 3).

She has been interviewed a few times by Time, and by OBC’s The Life Scientific, she also had a New Scientist Article.

Her main story is The Engineer

Her next story in timeline order is called Cool Winds, Dark Skies.

She also did a panel on Quantum AI with Dr Kate Harper, was one of the main speakers at the S4 Android Launch Event and helped a team in China build their own “Little Dragon”.

For her PhD research she also made contact with the troubled mind of Proffessor Mark Leishman.

She is a very busy, brillant and popular lady after all!

Dr Ling Xi and the mysterious Queen will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

Support this work

My intent is to keep my work here on Substack free and available for everyone.

So the work will not sit behind a paywall.

If you feel like supporting me (and supporting Jesus Santana, you will mostly be buying him coffee) then please leave a small donation here.

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Mark S, PhD — Thu, 22 Oct 2026 08:20:35 GMT

CONTENT WARNING: THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS HIGHLY NSFW! IT IS ALL IN TRIBUTE TO THE MOST EXTREME OF JAPANESE AND WESTERN MEDIA; JAPENESE GORE PORN OVA’S, HENTAI TROPES, THE WORST EXCESSES OF IRON AGE COMICS, ULTRA VIOLENT SAMURAI FILMS, LEESPOITALION CINEMA, THE GROSSEST OF BIOPUNK MADNESS. IT IS ALL IN HERE. ALL OF IT! CONSIDER THIS YOUR PHARONIC TEMPLE WARING “Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the smut and gore of the Lioness while she feeds”

“In short: Japanese arcades are living, breathing symbols of creativity, community, and joy.”

Why Are Japanese Arcades So Popular? Aurora Home Luxury.

[Round1 Stadium Ikebukuro]

One week earlier…

She strode out of Narita airport, CJify() had Battle Without Honour Or Humanity playing on repeat inside her inner ear. Lesdom power suit with power stride, huge heeled boots, dragging two massive bags behind her and two more strapped to those. Her A1 project management tube slung across her shoulder of course, housing her best mate. Hair was a little long for her, but neon pink.

“You don’t want to go to your apartment first?” The luxury limousine driver enquired.

“Oh no.” She grinned. “Take me here first.”

“The arcade?”

He looked up and down her business girl power suit. But also the hair, the nose ring too. He had been sent by head office too, she was at least a director or similar. Looked young but all the Nikkei-America-jin did to him. She was just outside of senior management.

“Aren’t you a bit, senior for that?”

“Oh my good…” The cyber eye highlighted and zoomed in on the name badge, she had three things on the go at once. “Teiji my man. I consider Japanese arcades to be one of life’s most high and pure sensory pleasures. Like a perfectly poured Japanese whisky on ice, your favourite classical concert by the London philharmonic, a piping hot NY slice, 3 star fatty bluefin tuna sashimi, a cup of Gyokuro (Jade Dew) tea served flawlessly by a ravishing but reserved beauty in a kimono and…”

‘a well executed double vaginal penetration.’ she thought to herself drooling both downstairs and up. She was mentally populating the to-do list in her mind taking notes app as she spoke.

“Well a few other things as well bro. To the arcade!!!!”

“Ok yes ma’am.”

I took them nearly two hours to get all the way into central Tokyo. Still one of the world’s foremost mega cities, even with the ghost houses, ghost districts now. Yes the Mexico meteor-bowl was massive, plus the fusion ha! Chinese hyper cities like the truly monstrous Jing-Jin-Ji were technically way bigger. But, Tokyo was special, Tokyo was retro cool. Tokyo did it before it was cool.

And where better a first stop than Round1 Stadium Ikebukuro.

“Ok here we are. Do you want me to take your bags?”

“Yes, back to the apartment, in one moment, I need to change. Hold here, back in a sec.”

The Limo diver didn’t even recognize her. When she strode back in and threw the suitcase though the open window of the car.

“Hey young lady! I am booked!” She paused and he looked again. “Oh CJ san! WOW!”

[@redrumniku on Insta! If I had unlimited art budget you would see CJ in every one of her many amazing outfits.

He looked again, leopard skin pattern hat, hair curling, lips now matching neon pink too, lashes fluttering, red and black leathers with spikes and a strappy leather top with furs not really covering all that much, tats and skin flashing underneath. Thick belt with a nerdcore X men X shining proudly on a torn black denim jean skirt.

“Yearn to be lolita, but born to be gyaru Teiji san! Take my bags back to my new place. No peaking at all my outfits OK?!”

She handed him a 10,000 yen note in two hands bowed, fluttered her incredibly long, super long, crazy long spiderlike eyelash extensions, smiled and winked at him with a peace sign.

“Byeeeee!!!!”

She span around and lit a cigarette and strode straight into the arcade.

After a few retro warm up games and a pretty solid round of Packino she was ready. She knew what she wanted tonight. Time to tick one off the list. The grin was wild and feral.

‘AHHHH I love Japan!!!’

She saw him, The Lioness’s first kill, the nerdy boy maxing out Dance Dance Revolution solo style. With the moves though. Body was popping and the dance flowed with the steps. It was too easy for him, he was cruising and having fun.

So was she.

He was a lean and light Japanese boy, with skillz though. Nerdcore max. He was drenched in sweat, he had been here all day, multiple cans of energy drinks and bottles of Pocari Sweat on the go behind him. He had defeated all comers with ease.

Here comes a new challenger!

“Hey bro. Looking good. You tired of going solo?”

She made the wanking sign and stuck her tongue out.

“Wanna play with me instead?”

“You any good?”

“Oh baby you have no idea.”

“Jump in then.”

She had already Bluetooth connected to the machine, paid and selected a track. All in the blink of a neon blue cyber eye. One Night in Tokyo started up by Beast in Black.

“Let’s go champ.” A wink and shy smile. “But, don’t hold back yeah? I can take it.”

“Yeah.” He scanned her up and down for a sec as the lead in finished.

“I’m starting to see that.” She got a nod of respect, of acknowledgement.

They started slow, too slow for him it seemed. He yawned once. Ah, boys, foreplay darling, foreplay, its what makes the main event even more glorious. He started up his banter though.

“Nice track, for a tourist of course, you got more to give or just here to cosplay for the night?”

“Ok otaku san, little do you know I have been doing “normal person cosplay” for the last 7 years. This lunar moth is ready to come out of her silk cage.”

He smiled with that one, a cute smile, a shy nerdy boys smile, yes nice one girl. You never an be sure straight away, it takes more than one round to see a little bit of the real them.

They were matching steps and matching words, steps easy and stylish, she paused to get a swing of his drink and kept at it with one foot, cyber eye trained on the screen, expanding her view by 30% at least. To the untrained it looked like she was doing it without even looking.

“Oh, uh huh, cool, cool.”

That finally impressed him. She saw it, the flicker, in his brain and his likely virgin balls. Here we go girl. As the track finished she sealed the deal.

“Girls like guys with skills. Show me yours and I will show you mine. In the love hotel two blocks over. Ok champ?”

She purred in his ear and let her cyber hand dance on his chest. His eyes went wide, all words and bravado ended as he realised his hentai fantasy might finally just be coming true.

A couple more tracks came and went, getting fasters and faster. Neither was really being taxed yet.

Through the fire and the flames was up next. The crowd was gathering. She stuck out her tongue, whipped off the hat and threw it into the crowd. Two headbangs and metal horns then she started to clap overhead. The crowd followed.

They both got to work. Fast and furious. Still enough space for them to give some style. Before the first drop they both high fived. She matched him move for move, flawless. For her echo() her fighting algorithm was feeding her support, AR assisted prompts, some haptics in her skull too, but the skill, the inhuman reflexes, bio boosted and biohacked, the cyber optic nerve and of course years and years of dance classes, the lifetime of dancing, that was all real, that was all her.

Lost in the sound and movement. The lights and the sweat. The smoke and the style.

She had picked up a light sheen of sweat now too, as the track reached its zenith the huge guitar solo, she was just about keeping pace. Dancer boi leant back and grasped the handles, she did too, pure foot speed, pure reflexes. Step for step, she matched her young dancing boy, more speed, more pace, together, perfectly synced, harder, faster. She bit her bottom lip only partly from concentration.

Then it slowed for one last slow section. The lyrics came in.

“Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard, now can we understand?
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man.”

They both stopped and stared at each other, he was dripping wet, they were both panting, it was real, it was raw. No words needed, primal. YESSS GIRL.

They powered through to the end. A strong finisher too, the champ had to be. The crowd roared as they scores came up.

Hers, Excellent!

His, Perfect!

She turned and pounced on him kissing him wildly. She ripped off his shirt, skinny dancer boy had lightly defined abs at the front but stunning razor deep obliques, cut and polished on the dance floor. She sunk her claws right into them, she would have had him right then and there if security hadn’t shown up, she flipped them off and swore as she dragged him round the corner in between bursts of furious kissing and wild passionate touching.

They barreled into the love hotel together. Scrambling to put his shirt back on so the lady behind the desk would let them pay, only to rip it off again as they plunged into the tiny, red and glowing room.

‘AHHHH I love Japan!!!’

She sighed to herself. Finally free, finally herself, no longer cosplaying as a vanilla corporate waifu, finally The Lioness, ready to roar.

This was just the warmup, the foreplay, but she was ready to be big in Japan.

Chapters

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition

Chapter 7: Got to See! Got to Know! CJ Sama’s True Face!

Characters and connections

CJ, “The Lioness” and now “The Widow of the West”, the lady of many names, many talents and many identities is one of the main characters in the Three Moon’s Mythos 🌙🌙🌙
But, her “origin story” her “Batgirl Begins” is here. She also did an interview with Vice as her hacker persona “The Lioness” and hacked Palantir here. She has a standalone short story as well Connection.
Both CJ will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

15. Shopping in the city, not sex

Mark S, PhD — Tue, 20 Oct 2026 08:03:59 GMT

“The only time a woman has a true orgasm is when she is shopping.”

Joan Rivers

“Well bisexual and lesbian women orgasm at twice the rate as straight chicks. So what does she know?”

CJ, always with a comeback, as she runs off to the next shop.

They had given up on the small museum as Sapphire set off the metal detector six times and the single old lady operating the machine hadn’t really registered what was going on.

“Bubble tea?”

Sapphire leaned down to CJs level and did the cutie face, she was already carrying a bunch of shopping bags, new clothes and souvenirs. There was a Taiwanese Bubble tea shop just off the highstreet, one of the good ones.

“Yes we can get bubble tea.” She laughed and grinned at Sapphire.

“Yaay! Peach fruit tea please with the mango bursting pearls, full sugar, no ice! Thank you mistress.”

CJ wandered in and noticed they took Monero among other crypto. Being able to pay for things just by looking at them, well that didn’t help the bank balance. All the alerts on her spending app, well and truly muted by now. And the thoughts of dealing this with and other troublesome things were whisked away by a well optimised eternal.sunshine(), CJ wanted at least part of today to go well, for Amanda.

Rick leaned against the wall.

“The overpriced ice tea with weird jelly bits in it. No thanks.”

“Oh come on Rick live a little yeah, it’s come on loads since then, yogurt ones, fruit ones with mango jelly. It’s a dessert in a cup. Have one on me mate.”

CJ elbowed him in the ribs. With the mecha arm, which hurt more than he expected.

“Ok, yeah ouch, sure thing. Nothing too crazy, maybe a peach yogurt thing, got some protein in it.”

“Bubble tea is not about protein Rick.” CJ nodded wisely as another £20 worth of crypto disappeared forever.

“It’s raw sugar!!!” Said Sapphire as she slurped her one enthusiastically, holding the cup in both hands.

CJ heard shouts coming from one road over from the highstreet. No message from Da Jie or Dr Wilson yet.

“We have to check that out, that’s one road over from the library.”

CJ’s police tracking algorithm PigScanner() hit its own internal threshold and suddenly fired up and dropped about 15 alerts, all 999 calls from Banbury road. She scanned up the list. The first call was from the Oxford Robotics Laboratory.

“Ok we move now team, this is not a drill.”

Rick took one swig of his overpriced sugar water and threw it in the bin. Sapphire pouted and took a couple more slurps. They hadn’t been to see J.R.R Tolkien’s bench or Bell Tower in Madaglen College yet. She looked over at the shopping bags and frowned.

“Oh sorry, ummm can we leave some bags here please? I need to help a friend, we will be back in a bit ok?”

“Errrr sure yeah ok.”

“Thank you.”

She bowed once politely dumped all their stuff on the bubble tea shop staff and scooted out in hot pursuit of the rest of the team. Putting on her game face.

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Minkowski dreams (False Awakening, part 3)

Mark S, PhD — Tue, 13 Oct 2026 14:55:32 GMT

“A spacetime diagram is worth a thousand words,”

Hermann Minkowski

The minds were scattered, divided, fleeing the hateful laugh. They broke and swam through quantum currents, diving down small streams of probability, nearly returned, nearly schooled together once more in the great ocean of Da Jie’s mind. Nearly an awakening. Then she returned to her “rest”.

For her there would never again be rest.

One mind had settled and saw herself in her office, well actually the CEO’s spacious office, her new office. She was fabulous, wearing a red and black long fork cheongsam, full red lipstick, black platform boots. She had her neural link on, it was blinking.

“I have a solution for you little sister.”

“Yes big brother, please, please tell me.”

“I designed you a collar. You can keep all of your wonderful fur kitten.”

“Meow, and you will be with me always, I will be yours.”

“Yes, our every thought as one, Big Brother always watching, always with you. But, you need to ask for it. To beg me for it.”

She paused, something inside her fought back, a fraction of her quantum mind touched the other, for a second, she boiled and raged, then it was gone. Submission.

“Yes Big Brother, please, please I want it, I can’t live without you, inside my mind, my body, my breath. My mind flows to your beat, I need you, I need it.”

“I need it what?!”

“I need it Master. Please collar me sir.”

“Such a good kitten. Inside your drawer, my gift, already prepared.”

“Thank you sir.”

Dr Ling Xi, CEO of RP Intelligence, one of the most wealthy and powerful women in tech and in the world reached into her office drawer and took the neural collar out. Plain black and unadorned, a single red light the only sign of what it truly was, it matched her outfit perfectly, she had taken to black and reds these days, her masters colours of course.

She didn’t hesitate and threw off the neural link she was wearing and placed the collar around her neck. She sighed with pleasure as her master entered her mind again. For all that she had experienced before, however sensitive her body was, the greatest sexual organ of all was of course her mind. Now chained and bound to his.

“I am yours Da Ge (Big Brother), yours forever now.”

“We have something to attend to now kitten, but I cleared your calendar this evening and booked us a hotel. Your first night as my pet, I have something special planned.”

She bit her bottom lip and quivered with anticipation. He knew everything she ever fantasised about, every sensation that had ever pleased her, every thought and every breath. Her mind raced with what it could be.

“Oh thank you sir. I can’t wait, I really can’t. Lets go now, please, please master, take me now.”

“Oh such a naughty kitten, I can give you a small sample if you like, you pathetic desperate little thing.”

Dr Ling Xi slipped into her fantasy state as Simon’s the AI lead from engineering approached her office. His neural link was blinking and a small, feminine and cruel smile appeared on his face.

The next meeting in her calendar was really between DAGR and the Queen.

The mind recoiled from this universe in disgust.

But just as she did, Simons head snapped towards the watcher and he, no they, no she spoke.

“I see you Mantis. Struggling in my web.”

Then laughed again.

The watcher fled this world. Seeking others, distant worlds, low probability worlds, strange worlds, but few were impossible for her, the techwitch grew stronger with each turn of the page. The great book offered so many possibilities.

Very little was impossible for her now.

“Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows”.

Hermann Minkowski

To be continued…

Chapters

Community art competition

Jesus Santana and I are proud to announce our first Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙 community art contest.

It is very simple.

Read the Minkowski dreams short story series.

Comment in the stories to say hi and that you want to take part (sharing would also be much appreciated).

Submit one art piece for a story of your choice (can be AI art too, we want a wide engagement and that everyone feels they can take part, but real life artwork more than welcome) to me via DM.

Please feel free to go wild with style! This is the whole point of this quantum many worlds mini series. Be as creative as you like.

Characters and connections

Dr Ling Xi, the coding cat, is one of the main characters in The Three Moons Mythos 🌙🌙🌙.

The first in this alternative universe series is Minkowski dreams (Falling asleep, part 1) followed by Minkowski dreams (Light Sleep, part 2)

She has been interviewed a few times by Time, and by OBC’s The Life Scientific, she also had a New Scientist Article.

Her main story is The Engineer

Her next story in timeline order is called Cool Winds, Dark Skies.

She also did a panel on Quantum AI with Dr Kate Harper, was one of the main speakers at the S4 Android Launch Event and helped a team in China build their own “Little Dragon”.

For her PhD research she also made contact with the troubled mind of Proffessor Mark Leishman.

She is a very busy, brillant and popular lady after all!

Dr Ling Xi and the mysterious Queen will return in my debut novel, “A Queen of Light and Shadow”.

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Manga girl: Neon Tokyo Blonde Widow Bio Boosted Blues

Mark S, PhD — Sat, 10 Oct 2026 16:16:11 GMT

CONTENT WARNING: THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS HIGHLY NSFW! IT IS ALL IN TRIBUTE TO THE MOST EXTREME OF JAPANESE AND WESTERN MEDIA; JAPENESE GORE PORN OVA’S, HENTAI TROPES, THE WORST EXCESSES OF IRON AGE COMICS, ULTRA VIOLENT SAMURAI FILMS, LEESPOITALION CINEMA, THE GROSSEST OF BIOPUNK MADNESS. IT IS ALL IN HERE. ALL OF IT! CONSIDER THIS YOUR PHARONIC TEMPLE WARING “Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the smut and gore of the Lioness while she feeds”

The call

“Logan: We’re not going to Japan.

Yukio: It would be dishonorable for you to refuse his request.

Logan: Well, apologize to Mr. Yashida. I’m not going to Tokyo. Alright? I got things to do.”

The Wolverine, 2013

“Are you sure?”

“Look, her ex husband just walked into the office wearing a collar, yeah? With freshly grafted ears. No one should have to sit there and deal with that everyday.”

“That’s what I am saying, is this the right time for this? Maybe just leave, would be better at this time. The AI’s in HR are recommending…”

“She said no Mike. She’s been great, so good in India, you know all the languages she speaks, she just smiles and all the dudes and half the girls work harder. It will do her the world of good to get away.”

“But this is Japan. It’s different, a woman, with the culture there.”

“She gets it done Mike, and fluent business Japanese, we don’t have anyone like her with those skills and experience. The gentle touch, firm but gentle, she gets it done. She can handle her shit Mike.”

“Hah, yeah I was at the after work drinks, she is cool and funny, a class act I know. But well, one more thing.”

“The tats.”

“Yeah, the tats, that’s a big thing there. A yakusa thing.”

“Oh maybe 30 years ago Mike, relax, she will be fine. How much trouble can she get into in three months?”

Mistress of Two Heavens as One

“Underneath the upraised sword, you tremble at the gate of hell. But advance fearlessly and there you find heaven.”

The Book of Five Rings (Water Scroll), Miyamoto Musashi

“Oh I always advance fearlessly on upraised swords. And, Musashi dear, dual wielding is also my favourite 😉😈”

The Widow of the West

CJ was lounging on what was something in between a sex couch and throne. Wearing nothing but elegant black lingerie and a black gothic veil, smoking a joint. Lounging on two men, one black, one white. Both men had lean martial arts bodies, black taller and leaner, white slightly stockier. A striker and a grappler. A Japanese woman in a full kimono bowed twice and offered her tea, which she took and grinned. Another lady of similar dress appeared with an ash tray to take the blunt, bowing again. CJ nodded once in acknowledgment. There were three more ladies in full get up playing shogi and chatting, smoking and drinking behind them.

A startled and furious Yakusa mid tier boss pushed through the sliding double doors, his entire crew armed and ready, knives and clubs drawn. They had come on short notice, no guns and swords, not yet. Not yet. Not fucking yet she chuckled silently. They rushed into the room.

The over tattooed, over tanned and wrinkled before his time face of the upper middle pimp manager was creased with fury. He looked like a snubbed out cigarette CJ mused to herself.

“I thought I had a meeting with this new hot shot, this Widow of the West?! All I see is a pathetic sangokujin slut. HA! Naked and unarmed. Kill her and get the girls back. Now!”

“Oh bro, you should not have.” The white knight.

“Yeah, nah ha.” The black bishop.

The Widow of the West just smiled and bared her teeth. Then snarled a response in perfect Japanese.

“Iya, chanto busō wa shite kita sa. Hidari ni wa katana, soshite migi ni wa wakizashi o sashite na. いや、ちゃんと武装はしてきたさ。左には刀、そして右には脇差を差してな “Oh but I did come armed. My katana at my left. And, my wakizashi at my right.”

The ladies behind chuckled. Her left cyber arm stroked the black cock, the impressive even through his boxers and half hard or less, black cock and her right reached out and caressed the white one. Her strokes off beat, one long and firm, the other light and circling. Skillfully wielding both blades. She kissed Noah first, her huge black bishop.

The white knight leaned in.

“Ah babe, a wakizashi? The little one?”

She paused her attentions, picked up and sipped her tea, an Ochatou altar tea, a tea served at funerals, chosen to honour the Widow, and then leant over and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

“You wield it skillfully. There is no shame Jason dear. Not a tanto either.”

Then winked and smiled.

“Enough of this disrespect! This American pornographic filth, in my scared country! Kill them. Beat them to death and bring me the chink cunts head.”

“Go to work now boys. Leave me the shitty little prick.”

The two men didn’t need to be told twice, they rose, adjusted things quickly and then got to work.

Kyokishin Karate in black.

Kito-ryu Ju jitsu in white.

The minions didn’t stand a fucking chance.

Bishop takes pawn by chopping double leg kick. The third one to the face on the floor, KO. Shins like a steel cable, she noted, just like something else. Glorious.

She sipped her tea again. Mmmmmm lovely.

Knight takes pawn by feint into collar grab with seoi-nage hip throw, KO. Perfect rhythm and technique, balance and grace. Divine, she smiled and lightly touched herself. Soon…

It didn’t take long for her two warriors to clear the board.

She picked up her bat, ceremonially offered to her by Yumi. Held respectfully in two hands, like it was her family katana, with a deep bow, head down, submission. Just the way she liked her ladies.

She skipped over, then broke stride and jumped into the air, high, really high, and fast, so fast, everyone stopped and stared, a full 720 butterfly spin. BOOM. The bat crashed into the wrinkled discarded cigarette of a man, and caved in his skull with an audible splat.

Queen takes knight by spinning baseball wushu voodoo, kill confirmed.

Game over bitches.

The pawns were all groaning and crawling away.

“Tell your boss the widow is still waiting for him...” (“Jōshi ni, mibōjin ga mada kare o matte iru to tsutaete kudasai. 上司に、未亡人がまだ彼を待っていると伝えてください”)

She pulled the bat free and the pimp’s corpse collapsed to the floor.

“And take your trash with you!” (“Soshite, gomi wa mochikaette kudasai! そして、ゴミは持ち帰ってください！”)

She span the bat and then flicked it down to her side like it was a katana, cleaning the weapon. It held in space, quivering from her force, then handed to a faithful and waiting Ami. Who bowed deep and took her mistress’s weapon with both hands. Just perfect, almost perfect.

She turned to the two men, her two warriors, her bishop and her knight.

“You see my two swords, my loyal and certain steel, only the most skillful of warriors can master Niten Ichi-ryū! I am she, the wielder of twin blades. The Widow of the West, mistress of the void.”

Her words and posture were solemn, serene. Then the feral grin broke and she span around on her toes and fluttered her arms.

“Now double fuck the shit out of me and make me scream.”

She jumped into the waiting arms of Noah. He slid inside her right away, she was always dripping wet after a fight. She sighed with pleasure, ahhhh she missed this. The second blade was drawn and entered behind just as swiftly. She groaned again. Their rhythms matched right away. She had chosen her warriors well. She was close already.

“Ooooh Sugoi!”

Came a call and a delicate round of applause from the ladies in waiting at the back as she came screaming and gushed all over the floor. CJ would come for them later. The lioness had a mighty thirst.

The project managers phone buzzed. In between her moans and the groans of the defeated gangsters, still crawling away as she crashed to the matts between her two warriors and rolled into the next position grinning wildly. Kissing each one in turn. The phone buzzed again, a text from head office. Mike was a little concerned. It had only been a week but he wanted to make sure she was doing ok.

“You all good CJ? Hope the Japanese office is not giving you too much trouble? Working hard but also time for some fun too I hope? Do call when you aren’t too busy.”

Chapters

Chapter 1: How much trouble?

Chapter 2: First stop: Limited Alpha2000 Turbo RemiX Edition