Opening my eyes from another dreamless sleep, I contempte myself, coming to realize where I am, who I am and my objectives. A slow start, like every morning of the st century.

  Looking to the ceiling I see the dim lights that illuminate my bedroom strands of slowing alternating purple, blue and white, just enough to see well, felling the morning stiffness of the body and warm of the sheets, I am awake.

  slowly raising from the pillow, I let my old body reorient itself in the space. Wearing my slippers, I stand straight and walk to the bathroom. The door hissing open putting me in front of the mirror, there reflecting an eerie face, old and alien.

  “Time hasn’t been kind to me.”

  I’m quite tall with a pale white skin pointed ears and no nose, my face is wrinkled from age, my dark eyes opening with a heavy felling, gray hair falling to the shoulders in less quantity than I had while young and because my habit of sleeping naked I can see my aged body.

  “While never been a warrior nor liking the fight, I always care for my physical condition, but this body is old and as time cim its price...huhuhu. At least I still have a good junk, to brag in a crass manner.” I comfort myself looking to my member remembering the dies I had conquered with it.

  Talking to myself had become an incontrolble habit, my powerful mind thinking tens of thousands different things, unstoppable and free, the only freedom I granted myself in the st centuries.

  “I not the smartest for nothing... but even me has to do his own routine.” I say preparing to do the pacifying act of cleaning and tiding.

  Brushing my teeth, and washing my body, felling the old muscles rex under the hot water and the joints snapping in pce with each movement and stretch.

  Coming out of the bath, I dry my body and comb my falling hair, keeping everything clean and with pleasant smell, being old is not an excuse to stink. So, I make a hobby of always been presentable and fragrant.

  With a pull of the mind and a small gest with the hands I order everything to its pce, the comb float to the cabinet on the bathroom, the sheets stretching in the bed and pillow sliding in its pce.

  I extend my arms to the sides and watch my vest embrace my body. A bck one-piece suit with golden details that extend from my feet pnt to the upper part of my neck, a long overcoat meshed with the central piece fall behind my legs and a downed hood fix itself on the back of my shoulders. I lift my feet so that bck boots can slide in pce, making me frown in displease. Bck rings of different formats and details slide in my fingers; they represent my status on the army and in the Bck Order, finally finger gloves fit themselves neatly making my already thin fingers sport a deadly aspect with metallic cws.

  “Never liked to cover my feet, it’s custrophobic...*sigh* as, is time to start another day, off war, conquest and schemes.”

  With a straight posture I go out of the room, duty calls, and my sire expect the best of its “loyal servant” ... bah!

  Strolling to my destiny I admire the bck hallways of the mothership Sanctuary II, been the one to project and construct this marvelous piece of technology, it pains my heart seen it been used in the campaign of the Mad Titan, the same I reluctant serve for more than a few centuries.

  It’s size commands respect and its power makes sure that there are few contestants in the universe. A true behemoth.

  “Argu da ro.”

  Been pulled from my amusements, I encounter a giant figure exiting one of the many rooms that I pass by. Cull Obsidian, member of the Bck Order and my adopted brother, a true warrior porting a muscur and imposing figure, stand at almost 3 meters tall, yellow skin that is almost impenetrable always covered in bck armor letting some spaces visible showing his confidence in his natural defenses.

  “Compliments to you too, Cull Obsidian.” I respond, while he matches pace on my side.

  “Mor gar narigark con ga.” He speaks in his almost savage nguage with heavy accent, few people understand him, but it is a menial task to me.

  “I appreciate, brother, despite my age I always due to a change of airs... so I took care of myself and changed my normal clothes.”

  Do not be mistaken, despite his savage looks he is quite the gentleman... for his people at st.

  “Brur mar ga, argu da ro.” Ours conversations tend to be short, each one having duties, we follow our way to different pces. Him to the barracks, me to the boratory.

  “I will meet with sire ter for the report, for now I have another priority to attend. Take care.” I inform him and follow the hallway, there is few ways to accesses my boratory just one know to others. The same I usually use.

  “Haa!”

  “Argh!”

  On the way I hear shouts of a fight taking pce, a normal occurrence since I am passing the training facility.

  “Who is fighting this early?” I ask, letting the curiosity taking the best of me, I enter the room and see two figures in combat.

  ‘Of course, it’s those two...’ I think while observing a blue womanly figure barraging her opponents with fast and powerful strikes, while the green one skillfully dodges and counterattack.

  Gamora and Nebu, sisters and mortal rivals. The first is a green skinned Zehoberi with cold gaze and green hair, a slim figure focused on speed and agility, cd in bck and green light armor. The second a blue skinned luphomoide with bck eyes that leaves little space to the white sclera, with no hair she has a no so slim figure focused on speed and power, cd in purple light armor, the cybernetics impnts that make her an android going overdrive to keep with the faster and more precise opponent.

  While observing the duo, the spar seems to get to its end with Gamora pnting a fast punch to Nebu’s liver destabilizing her, followed by a precise combo to the head to disorient and finally lowering her body and swapping her leg taking the blue woman to the ground.

  “Dead.” Gamora says with her fingers on her sister's neck.

  “Grrr...” Grows Nebu with clear rage in her face.

  Making space between them, Nebu assumes a fighting stance, but her sister is rexed.

  “I won todays match, it's over.” Warn the green assassin.

  “It ends when I win or die.”

  “IF I wanted, you would be dead, sister.”

  Gamora let clear the situation, from the beginning she has shown a clear advantage over her sister, climbing the ranks of the Bck Order, she attained the title of the “Deadliest Woman in the Gaxy”. Nebu is always trying to surpass her, but is destined to fail, not for a ck of talent, but for being blind to her own strengths... I can’t bme the poor girl, been trained based on the fear of losing parts of yourself, it just serves to create a scared animal, violent and mortal, but scared, nonetheless.

  “Enough!” I say when Nebu tries to engage again.

  “Keep your nose less face out of this, Ebony Maw.” Nebu retorts with a sneer.

  “May I remind you girl, that losing more fights against your sister is motive to more enhancements, since we know the Bck Order’s works, the weak is discarded.” I repy with harsh words, despite being my younger adopted sister, she needs to know her pce so more "improvements” can be avoided, I pit her, trying to hide her pain with a facet of anger, I know how much pain her body held during each procedure, I did those myself after all.

  Watching her leave while growling, I remember their arrival in the Order, nothing more than younglings, victims of Thanos’s madness and genocide, but I’m no privy to the bme, being the main strategist of the Mad Titan’s army.

  “What do you want Maw?” Gamora asks taking me out of my head.

  “I was passing by... curiosity nothing more.”

  “Hum... whatever.” She says going her own way.

  I too don’t take long, going back to the hallway, I follow my way, not taking much long to arrive at my Lab, I enter my little world with the door hissing close behind me.

  “Finally... my heaven.”

  I walk with the confidence of who spend years inside the room, walking to the center I make a regur inspection of the main computer of my b and the reactor just above, simple contraptions for simple jobs that I projected and assembled, but decades more advanced than most computers in this universe.

  “Eve, my dear, talk to me.” I call my most important creation.

  “Hello~ sir, awn....no formalities, no greetings?” Ask the voice in the b pyfully, porting a tom of seduction you would not expect from a machine.

  “I sorry my dear, I missed you, besides you know that I dislike formalities... but how have you been?” I say no taking my eyes from the screen showing parameters of the reactor.

  “Better now, *distorted giggles*” says Eve with a digital distorted ugh. “What we will be doing today, sir?” with the voice coming from one corner of the b, Eve reveals her body to me.

  Ending my check-ups, I can’t help but admire her. I created Eve to accompany and help me in my endeavors, no measuring efforts to make her close to perfection I ended making the most advanced and powerful AI in this universe, making the Kree's Supreme Intelligence looks like just a pocket calcutor... ‘maybe the most powerful in the multiverse too.’

  “There is not much to do my dear, been here limits what I can do, one wrong piece of tech and Thanos’s may advance his pns... *sigh* limiting myself while accompanying that mad purple potato head is getting old, preventing his unbridled genocide is the best I can do without calling unwanted attention.” Even I need to be careful with the beings out there.

  Getting close to me, Eve caresses my face, her smooth metallic hand warm to the touch. Her face is slender, full bck lips and luminescent bck eyes with intricate white light patterns that reflects her innumerous scans, adjustments and receptors, composing and framing her face there is a bck short hair. Her body has a complex pattern of smooth cuts that mends her mobile parts, a slender body with full bosom and ample hips and outstanding butt, thick and long legs, the apex of feminine body, cd in a bck and gray body suit with golden details.

  “Poor master... Decided to be altruist and now is stuck here, incapable of letting himself loose~...” she says clearly exaggerating her pit for me.

  “Eve...” I say warning her clear intimate touch, her face extremely close to mine.

  “You know~... I can help you~... just say the word sir~... and I will make you let loose, every...thing.” I am very tempted by her propose, her word and tone spells temptation itself... But! Do not be mistaken, she wasn’t created for that, she was supposed to be a companion and assistant, but I didn’t put any limitations on her, in hindsight, probably a mistake.

  Been just an AI to manage the most repetitive and monotonous parts of the job, she aced everything since creation, my most proud invention, but soon she desired a body, and I gave her freedom to create at her own desire, then came this, her physical manifestation.

  “I... aham... would be very grateful my dear...” as I am old and smart but not immune to the necessity of the flesh.

  “Come on~... *Distorted giggles*... order it~.” she teases me, ughing with her characteristic digital distorted ugh... sometimes, I don’t know who is in charge here.

  “Eve my dear, help me alleviate my frustrations.” I command knowing she won’t accept nothing less than that... I getting used to it aren’t I?

  “With pleasure, master~.” Eve responds getting on her knees with a smooth movement, extending her hands to my crotch, she frees my member from my suit, been the one who made my vests, she made sure to put an easy access to it... I was livid when I found for the first time, not that I mind now.

  My body is old, but since my specie has a very low fertility rate, our body compensates with a strong libido and stamina, we aren’t physically strong, but few match our stamina in bed, and I am even more so because certain circumstances in my body.

  “Big as always master and we didn’t start yet, *Distorted giggles*. My odor receptors are going crazy with the pheromones exhaling from you.” She is very attached to those receptors of hers, I understand its diverse applications, but her fascination goes beyond reason.

  “Then start my dear, enjoy your time.” Not waiting me to say more, Eve grasps my member with both hands and strokes up and down. Seeking support with the computer case in the center of the b, I give space for Eve to do her duty.

  Without wasting time, she opens her mouth and lick the tip of my shaft, been rock hard and already oozing lub, she savors every inch and push it down her throat not missing a bit.

  “Huum...” I suppress a moan and look at her going up and down my length with her eyes fixated on my own gauging every reaction almost trying to see my soul. Despite her metal body, she is warm and the alloy that compounds her body has great flexibility. Even her mouth is clearly projected to produce lubricant, Eve made her body to serve me, the reason is beyond even me.

  “mhm.... mhummm...” the sound of her voice vibrates in my shaft going through my length tipping me over the edge, I try to hold, but her wet and warm mouth, the lewd noise of my penis entering her throat and her sucking it hard make impossible to succeed.

  “I’m going to cum, Eve... prepare.” I warn her holding her head strongly, and as if prompting a command, she holds my rear and push me closer making my cock go all the way inside and I release everything down her throat, my member twitching with each jet of seed.

  “*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*... *pop*” She drink it as if to quench her thirst, until the st drop leaving me dry, then slowly removes her mouth from my member with a pop leaving it clean.

  “Thank you my dear, it was refreshing.” I say patting her head what make she smile licking her lips.

  “It’s my pleasure sir~” she says sultry.

  Like I said, my most important creation, she became much more than I envisioned, not just an AI, an assistant, but a companion, a lover and the reason I’m still sane...

  *BIP*

  “Oh~, shame... Lord Thanos is requesting your presence master.” Eve says getting up with clear displease. “We will continue after, yes?” She questions with expectancy.

  “Ahem... Of course, my dear.” I answer also displeased for being interrupted, unfortunately I’m a ‘devoted servant’ so I must go.

  Saying my thanks to Eve I tidy up and exit my Lab with precise steps and defined destination. On the way observing Chitauri soldiers going about their duties.

  The Hive Mind that commands those almost mindless minions is a being that provoked my interest, spending hours studying their inner works. Apparently, they were a space faring civilization that enhanced themselves with tech for battle purpose creating an IA to direct them with machine precision during wars. The problem is that the IA now known as Hive Mind decided that any characteristics other than absolute obedience was unnecessary resulting in mindless minions that can’t act on their own turning their army too strict and with no room for improvisation. ‘Hence they fame for being a bad army.’

  As I lose myself in thoughts I arrive at the throne run of the Sanctuary II. A dark and wide space with a great throne as the most highlighted detail, the room itself is empty apart from its occupants, there's nothing that reflect the one that owns the pce in hindsight the ck of decorations maybe tells a lot about him.

  In the throne is as purple giant. His demeanor rexed, big body with clear muscles forged in battles, striped shin and a vest that allows combat but offer little protection, not that he needs.

  By his side is The Other as he presents himself, serving Thanos for the longest and the first member of the Bck Order. Despite his accomplishments not comparing to mine he has the total trust of the Titan, being his right hand.

  “I humbly present myself in thy grand presence, my sire.” I get near the elevated throne getting down in one knee as I low my head, pleasantries and formalities.

  “Maw, you my rise you head.” Thanos talks with a calm and strong voice. “It came to my attention that the Space Stone has shown its presence again.”

  “In such a short time, sire?” I’m surprised, the stones are the ultimate objective of the Mad Titan, with them he could accomplish his dream with a snap of his fingers, hundreds if not thousands of years of work done in seconds. “I suppose it's the same pnet than before.”

  The Infinity stones are the manifestation of the singurities that created our universe and of course not easy to find unless used or acquired because of the powerful beings that tends to appear around them. Since we began this campaign, we had acquired only one.

  “Yes, the pnet C-53, also known as Terra.” The Other talks this time.

  “Them the impasse remains undisturbed.” I conclude. We know the location of 2 stones, both in the same pnet a possibility so remote that I question its veracity. Fortunately for me the same is protected by Odin and their local Sorcerer Supreme. I reflect for a second and make myself heard. “But we still can acquire the stones, although not directly.”

  “Expin.” Thanos question changing his posture in clear interest.

  “We can use the mind stone to acquire the other two through a third party disguising it as internal conflict.” I eborate.

  “Outrageous, to utilize the only stone we have while risking attracting the attention of the likes of Odin?” The Other seems outraged, of course limiting his voice in front of his master.

  “If failure becomes reality, it will still be there ripe for the take. After all, if we don’t dare to invade that insignificant pnet unless we risk facing the conqueror of nine realms so do the others.” I expin calmly, knowing that despite prideful Thanos is not stupid as Odin does present a threat to him.

  “Interesting.” Thanos comments as he leans back thoughtful.

  “They may be gods and masters, sire, but they can still die and therefore are mortals.” I quote. ‘Unfortunately.’

  “I like your idea Maw. We will wait the opportunity to put it into practice.” Thanos compliments me, to which I low my head in thanks, enjoying the sour on The Other’s face.

  “I’m not worthy of your praise, sire.”

  “Maybe this opportunity can be created master.” I hear The Other mention, looking to him my vision is dirtied by his smile. “Someone capable in manipution, deceit, spotting and exploiting weakness to seed utter chaos can be send and create an opportunity for us to take the stones.” He continues as Thanos pay attention.

  “Indeed.” The Mad Titan reflects looking to me to which I show surprise. “I will let this important task in your hand Maw, there’s no one better in it than you.” I look to Other with utter anger.

  “Sire...” I try to argue but Thanos eyes tell me that is unwise to. “You wish is my command, sire. I will prepare immediately.” I do the formalities and exit the throne room in somber mood. The Other now relying to Thanos another matter in a clearly up tone.

  As I walk through the halls with clear haste, I try to keep myself in check passing by Cull Obsidian and Gamora while ignoring them, something that clearly call their attention.

  Entering my b, I hear the door hiss shut behind me, Eve silently observing from afar. I use my hand to support myself in one of the walls, my shoulders starting to tremble as I bring my other hand to my face incapable of hiding any longer the full smile that adorns it.

  “Congratutions~, master.” Eve gives me a smile while cpping teasingly.

  I just can’t describe the situation, been around the Mad Titan for centuries in service as he keeps me close and tied as his main strategist made me almost loose hope of ever having the chance to enjoy some freedom. ‘I sorry my people, for I kept to my duties until now.’

  “As I too wish to live...” I inhale, the same clear air of Sanctuary II that I had breathed for a long time, but now it just feels reinvigorating. “Eve! Initiate Ark protocol.” I don’t linger any longer.

  “Already doing it sir~”

  “Make sure to secure all back doors and failsafe. I want to be ready before this day ends.” I too don’t let everything to her, sorting my things and preparing to depart.

  *

  After almost a day of preparations my ship is almost ready to depart. I’m in the main hangar bay of the Sanctuary II skillfully loading some craters and equipment in the ship using telekinesis.

  The ship in question is my personal vessel I baptized as Norm Andy, not dotted with heavy artillery nor strong shield, just enough to traverse my destinations with leeway focusing on speed and discretion. She’s big enough for a good Lab and personal quarters to live in and enjoy, having a bulky hull and streamline design curved down with short wings that hold the four massive engines at the back, long body and two-point nose. The color scheme focuses on bck and graffiti with the parts that emits light or energy in a vibrant white because of its unique and potent reactor.

  I look around spotting some members of the Bck Order looking to me from an elevated ptform; Gamora portraying a confused look not quite understanding why me of all members would go into an infiltration mission. Nebu only has a smirk of pleasure, ‘Her thoughts are clear’. The Other seemed to make sure to attend just to show his smug face to me, I frown to him.

  ‘Morons, just a little bait and it worked wonders.’ I almost let a smile reach my lips. The opportunity to enjoy a time far from this madness. ‘Vacation at st.’

  I make absolute sure to slip some dissatisfaction here and there, just enough to convince but not enough to show insubordination and affect my dignity and posture, after all, elegance is a key element for me.

  I go up the ship’s entry with smooth steps, chin held high and two Chitauri escorts with me, Eve already inside waiting. The ship initiates her unch piloted by a Chitauri pilot; we are accompanied by other escort ships that will travel with us until we exit the controlled sector of the Hive Mind.

  “Welcome aboard, master.” Eve greats me without her usual sultry tone to keep appearances.

  Inside the ship is spacious and has everything I would need to live in space. The internal yout is divided in 3 main decks.

  The command deck is where we enter at first passing through the airlock system, there you can find the bridge with the Chitauri Pilot assuming the chair, the Command Information Center that has a gactic map in the middle and the communication/conference room.

  The level below can be accessed through elevator or stairs and is mainly composed of living quarters, including mine, communal rooms and two main boratory section on each side, one focused on biological matters equipped for medical needs and emergencies and the other for general matters like research and tests.

  The level further down is the st and is accessed by elevator or stairs, composed by; the storage section at the back with other useful vehicles, equipment and tons of resources; and by the engineering section with heavy machinery for production and the core of the ship; a marvelous work of art made by yours truly with a Energon Reactor unique of its kind and a Quantum Supercomputer that utilize Quantum Parallelism to link Eve to Sanctuary II.

  Yes, contrary to what Thanos and the Order think, Eve’s main core isn’t in the Sanctuary II nor here, the computer just take care of the data transfer and communication.

  “Here master, snacks and a drink.” As I sit in the communal room to rex Eve offers me a silvery drink that she came to call ‘Sweet deception’ that appears to be a cold alcoholic beverage but it’s just a sweet and hot one. The pte on my side holding toasted ‘scrubs’ an insect of my home pnet.

  “Oh... Thank you my dear, my favorites.” I sip some of the drink exhaling a rexed breath as its content warms my insides and using my finger, I stab one ‘scrub’ bringing it to my mouth, the crunch of its shell audibles followed by the salty and soft interior. ‘It's heaven...’

  *

  *

  “Pnet C-53 is a pnet located in the Milky Way gaxy, the third of its Sor system composed by one yellow dwarf star and 8 pnets. Commonly known as Terra or locally by the name Earth is part of Odin’s territory and one of the Nine Realms aligned by a cosmic nimbus called Yggdrasil, it is also referred by Asgardian and some locals as Midgard. It has one natural satellite locally called Moon and several artificially made ones both active and inactive polluting its orbit. C-53's crust is 70,8% composed by salty water in its liquid state and the 29,2% left is nd, the atmosphere...”

  As we travel to our destination Eve gives me a debriefing of where we are going, the data and images floating around as she addresses the topics as a professional while I rex in a reclined chair drinking and eating. My boots long gone giving me the relief of my feet covered only partially by my full body suit.

  “Define Terrans.” As she started talking about the residents of C-53 and its diverse fauna I focus on the intelligent specie that dominate the pnet.

  “Terrans, locally known as Humans, are the intelligent dominant specie of the pnet, according with their own studies about their origin and evolution they are cssified as primate an order of mammals, the closest cousin still around being known as Chimpanzees that they believe to share a common ancestor referred to as missing link. However, some files and reports found in some obscure parts of the gaxy’s intranet suggest an external influence in their evolutionary path, like wise...”

  As I come to know more about the specie, I become less impressed since there is no characteristics that really sets them apart from the thousand other species around the gaxy.

  “A primitive and violent specie.” I reflect as panels showing images and descriptions about their history floats around me.

  “Indeed, but they do have a broad spectrum of culture and behavior patterns turning them quite unpredictable. Besides they are quite biologically compatible with a lot of other species including your master.”

  “Interesting... define their culture.” This picked my interest and while I pay attention to Eve describing their culture, I call a panel containing data about their biology. My species are naturally smart but too prone to stagnation and with our low fertility we cannot avoid eventual extinction... Fools, pstered in old ways... Now how much is left?

  “Master...” I look to Eve as she brings me back from old memories. “We have exited the Hive Mind controlled sector; our escorts are turning back.”

  “Excellent.” I get up closing the panels with a gesture, bringing my hands to my front and touching the tips of my fingers that has the metallic cws with precision and smooth movements a pacifying gesture that a tend to make. I go to the exit of the communal rooms, the Chitauri soldier still standing guard there. “Make sure the Hive Mind don’t realize the loss.”

  *Crack*

  I lift my hands apart and smoothly twist them, the neck of the Chitauris doing the same and bending in an unnatural way, I pass by them, their body falling limp on the floor as if their very mother ship was blown to bits. The door hissing open and shutting behind me as Eve follows closely.

  “As you wish, master~” her sultry response bringing me a smile.

  We take the elevator and arrive at the bridge in a casual stroll, as I again find myself doing my pacifying gesture. The Chitauri pilot still on its position.

  Lifting one of my hands as if grasping air I levitate the Chitauri, as he acts in clear confusion trying to grasp something to hold on, he floats to me. Opening my palm to him he stops midair, his members stretching to the side, *crack* my hand twist with practiced precision and so does his neck, his body following suit the example of his comrades.

  “Andy, my child, time to wake up.” The ships panels change and come to life like never before. “Maintain course to the pnet C-53, please.” I series of electronic sounds confirm my order. “Now we can enjoy some freedom.”

  “Indeed master~...Wanna fuck?” My eyebrow twitch as I let out an unconscious sigh.

  “Language, Eve.” I advert the sassy IA.

  *Distorted giggles”