Chapter One - Good Investments


    Chapter One - Good Investments


    Was spending some precious points on a kiddy pool a good investment?


    No.


    Did I do it anyway?


    Yes.


    Was I currently sitting in my brand-new pre-inflated kiddy pool, shirtless and with only some panties on while watching the news with some 500%-daily-sugar-intake drink in hand?


    Also yes.


    When I gave Lucy a bunch of resources and told her to furnish up the house, that had apparently included getting a TV wide enough that even sitting across the room from it, I had to turn my head to see the entirety of it. It was very extra and I loved it.


    Exactly the kind of stuff I expected some super-rich celebrity to have in their house and that Id dreamed of having one day.


    Now all I was missing was a useless private jet, and a butler. Or maybe some maids? I could get a maid uniform for Lucy, shed love that.


    The door to the room opened and I prepared to chuck my can in case it was a kitten walking in. Instead, it was Lucy with a tablet held up to her chest. She paused halfway in to read the little door-hanger sign Id left hooked to the door. Dont Tits Open Inside? she read.


    What? No, youre supposed to read it from the top down, then left to right, I said with a demonstrative wiggle of my can. Dont open, tits inside.Ge?t latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om


    And thats supposed to keep people away? Lucy asked.


    I shrugged, then grinned as I noticed Lucys attention straying downwards. Hell yeah. Whats up? I asked.


    She closed the door with a click and moved over. Why are you in a kiddy pool naked--


    Im not naked, I interrupted.


    --Without me? she continued.


    I think my bad aim had offended her, somehow.


    I had been planning on working on that for a while anyway, so no harm in actually trying. Ill get to it, I said. I let my hands drop with a pair of dismissive splashes. Was I being a petulant little shit? Yes, yes I was. It was nearly noon, on my only day off in a long while, and I had planned on doing nothing of import all day.


    Id even set some rules for myself, such as the you can only wear less clothes, not more which had so far served to make the day passively entertaining and relaxing.


    Ill make sure you do, Lucy said. If I wasnt so sore Id make a game of it or something.


    I nodded. Grasshopper had kind of blueballed us yesterday. The making up of that afterwards was great, but I wasnt ready for more just yet. Maybe in an hour or three. I need to go over my purchases too. Cant just spend everything on cool furniture.


    Lucy nodded. You should. Your armour looked a bit... cooked last night. Youll need something better.


    Yeah, thats on the list. Im thinking of getting something big too. For moving around. I gestured to the TV. Looks like things around New Montreal are cooling down. Literally and otherwise.


    That massive heat bomb Gomorrah and I had dropped next to the city had made the news. Some environmentalists were whining about it, others were complaining that it was a massive and unnecessary destruction of property and infrastructure. But most commentators were happy that they hadn''t been eaten by plant monsters overnight, so the mood was pretty grateful overall.


    Other cities werent able to complain as much, with the media people being on the same menu as everyone else as far as the antithesis were concerned. Some places had come out of it better than we had. Other places had gotten utterly screwed. The full tally wasnt out yet, but it seemed that even just a couple of days into it, this global incursion was probably one of the biggest losses of human life in a short span since the first world war.


    Then the news cut out to an ad for burgers with free at-home delivery.


    Okay, Im gonna get this training shit out of the way, we can do the rest of this homework stuff later, alright?


    Lucy pulled her feet out of the water and wiggled them dry. Sure, she said. Want help with that? Either part?


    Uh, yeah, I cant remember where I put that matrix stuff. I probably shouldnt shell out for another when I still have one thats perfectly usable.


    Oh, I know where it is, give me a minute! Lucy darted out of the room, slipped on wet feet, then caught herself with a giggle by the door. Runnings complicated, you know.


    I nodded, then waited for the door to click shut before I started to stand up. Now, where could I find a towel?


    I think I was supposed to feel a bit guilty about relaxing at home while the world burned, but it felt so distant. The people dying were far from home, and I had a whole heap of little distractions to deal with between now and then.


    Id feel guilty about it later, when it became my problem to fix all of the worlds many, many issues. For now, I was busy debating on whether or not to wear a shirt.


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