>The story is about two men.

Where did you get that? I thought the narrator's gender was carefully unspecified.

Megoosa (Medusa but geese, look it up it’s awesome) is the leader of a vigilante group fighting against an evil food mega corporation in a cyberpunk dystopia. Instead of turning people into stone, she turns people into various forms of bread, and has all the power of hell on her side.

Well, as much as I would like to read - a lot - more an ending would be nice.

Police State uses cybernetic humanoid shells to allow a single officer to pilot an entire "squad" from up to a few hundred meters away. You just figured out how to bypass their firewall.

What will it be titled so we can search for it in the subreddit?

Good news, I can now tell my neurologist that I actually am just an extremely powerful sorceress or smth. No more need for treatment! I'm gonna get rich off performing actual magic and won't be in pain every other day anymore.

Cybernetic enhancements and prosthetics are common, and advanced models have minor AI programming to make them better at certain tasks. One day, someone gets bored and decides to see what happens if they combined a number of such advanced prosthetics, only to find they've accidentally created the world's first true AI in an exceptionally capable body.

Cyberpunk settings has a ton of skycrapers; land use and transit planning now has to take verticality into account.

This means the level where you place certain zoning can affect the efficiency of your city. Do you put commercial midway where it would get the most traffic? In what level would you put industrial? Is all residential or are they separated by class?

Basically write a Cyberpunk city with these in mind.

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A veteran finding it difficult to return to normal life.

A collection of gods watch the human world and see a man causing devastation beyond anything they have done.

"Dead? Oh no, I am very much alive."

You're trying to figure out if this is a robot with vat-grown human parts or a human with replacement robotic parts

Yeah I know, but this character likes receiving pain as much as she likes to inflict it. In this instance, yes masochistic would be the right word to use, but to me it didn’t flow as well as sadistic did if that makes sense. But I might change it because I like things to be correct

Hilarious. I like this one

Fantastic, good job!

Okay, sure, I take that L.

There's screams, I think. I don't know, I am in pain. I can't hear, my ears are ringing. My head hurts, and my legs hurt. What even are legs? What are ears? Why do I know what either of those are? I don't have either of those extremities...

I am running. Somewhere, doesn't matter where. I hurt someone, somebody, a lot of people, and someone didn't like that... I think...

Some creatures stood before me, trying to halt me. They are massive and fleshy, snarling and stupid. Everyone calls them 'Rejects'. I don't know what they are.

My arm melted into a long and thin tendril, and skewered the three in a single motion. It felt like my heart tightened, But I don't have one of those. I think. I could feel the three bleed into me, and I got stuck with the bits and pieces of the people their hosts were.

First one was a depressed school boy, aged 17. Second one was a teacher at Harvard University, aged 49. Last one...

I spewed blood onto the ground, from a mouth. I think. My being seemed to reject them, whoever that was. Every cell wailed in agony as I unwillingly absorbed whoever that used to be. The three started speaking, asking too many questions, and demanding too many answers.

It took so much effort to stomp out their voices. I already have a fucking headache! Ugh, where am I?

I glanced at the perfectly clean halls, well, previously clean halls. Come on, remember!

I halted at an intersection, and facepalmed. I don't even have a brain and I'm having the biggest headache...

"Subject 1256! Wait!"

A quick formation of an eye on my back showed me who it was. It was my retainer. I think. Short girl, blue eyes full of terror, disheveled blonde hair, typical lab scrubs. I was her pet project! I think! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING?! STOP LOOKING AT ME!

I began to run again, blindy down one of the paths. Somewhere, anywhere, get me out of here!

"It's heading for the Relay Prototype!" someone yelled from somewhere far behind me. What's a Relay!? What are those?! Answer the 'It' that you made!

It was a dead end, the clean halls terminating into a solid wall. I just increased my speed, even if it killed my legs. I burst through the wall with a splash of what I assume is concrete and steel. On the other side were maybe five people in lab scrubs, maybe a foot or two beneath my height, staring at me with utter horror and disgust. Stop looking at me like that! I get it! I'm hideous! Leave me alone!

There was a door mounted on the wall opposite me. It was surrounded by complex machinery and who knows what else. I'm not even sure what I'm looking at, short of it being a door. A door full of swirling white energy.

I didn't wait for anyone to say anything, didn't wait for the scream of terror, or the yell of anger. I didn't wait.

I ran through the door.

...

I ended up in a room, with dimmed lights. The lights were soft, calming even. The room was painted pink, muted shades, but still pink. It was quiet, and still. I glanced around, with my clumps of eyes. It is a kid's room, the boy in my head used to have a younger sister with a room like this one. Something shifted, behind me. It's always things behind me...

I turned around, and saw a bed. There was a shape outlined under the blanket. It was still, hardly moving, the slightest movements. Breathing? Was it breathing? ... Was I breathing? Can I breathe? Do I breathe?

It shifted again, and gently sat up, pushing the blanket back. Shining green eyes, short cut black hair, and impossibly small and delicate. A girl?

It stared at me, wide eyed and silent. It's going to scream. It'll scream. I hate screaming, it makes me feel guilty. Wait, I feel guilty about things?

"Uhm... H-Hello?"

I stared at it. It said hello? It greeted, me? It... greeted me?

"A-Are you a monster?"

Fear. It was obviously fear. It's only fear. A seven foot five monster that is nothing more than a pile of tendions and flesh appeared in it's room and the only normal reaction is fear. That's logical. But I wasn't a monster, I hope. Just shaped like one. Just looked like one. Just acted like one.

"No, I'm not." My tone was soft, quiet, steady. I didn't know I sounded like that. Wait... I said that?

I felt something run down my cheek. Wet and quick. A haphazard tentacle climbed my face, and I felt the source of the discomfort. Tears. I was crying? I wasn't aware I could cry.

She lowered the blanket slightly, and the terror began to dim. "Y-You're not a monster?"

"No." I tried to put some inflection into my voice, but I couldn't. It was still soft and emotionless. I'm not sure how I can speak.

"Are you magic?"

...Magic? I... Maybe? I'm not sure... "Yes." I said, still internally unsure.

"That's so cool! Do you want to be friends?"

The terror was gone now, both in tone and posture. She was peering in the dim light, desperately trying to see me clearly.

I answered before I could think. "Yes." I want friends? What are friends? I can want? I have the capacity to want...

She shot both her arms up. "Yay! I always wanted to be friends with a witch!"

Witch... Female magic user... Myth... Why do I know these things?

She hopped down from her bed, and began to run towards me, her arms outstretched.

She wanted to hug me? No! Not this form! Not this disgusting mass!

I dug through the memories of the Rejects, and formed a good enough comparison to the girl. My body set to work, compacting and squishing down to the correct size. Tendrils folded into muscles, legs converged, and flesh turned to skin and hair. Some of my flesh became clothing. It was an easy process. Easy enough. I didn't know I could do it.

Done in one and three fourths seconds.

Short black hair, white dress, vacant grey eyes, pale skin. She looked like a walking corpse, but it was a million times better than my old form. It felt wrong only having two arms, and two eyes, and legs. Only one mouth and nose felt dangerous to maintain.

She jumped at me and hugged me, gently, softly. I placed my hands on her back without any force, I'm not sure how much pressure these creatures can withstand, so I'm being safe... Safe? I'm being safe? I wiped the entirety of a nation off the map, and I'm being safe?

I... killed an entire nation?

I began to cry in the girl's arms.

What am I...

Immortality sounds fun on paper. Never being able to die, there’s no reason to fear…..anything really. You can just give your problems to time and eventually the problems will go away on its own, gradually, slowly.

But the same applies for feelings too. With time they fade, they become memories, then soon, a blot in your life. Fall in love with a girl, see them grow up, fear them having to see you not age anymore, leave. Eventually, it becomes so…..empty the only thing you can ever see in them is what form of sexual pleasure and interest they give you, if only to see how people treat it differently then their peers decades prior.

But I can’t love them, as much as I had fun with them on those nights. I know my lives can’t cross with them, I know I……

No, perhaps there was one. Fifty years ago, resplendent skin, eyes that reflected the ocean, white yet youthful hair and a body as bewitching as Aphrodite herself. She was magnificent, in all forms. And for the first and only time in my life, I felt a chord had struck my heart. On that night, as we melted into pleasure, I could feel my soul and hers becoming one. But, I knew I had to let her go. I couldn’t become attached. For people like me, getting attached to something that has the same lifespan as a flea relative to you……is just a recipe for sadness.

Yet, after all those years, I still couldn’t move on. My flings, became sparser in nature, I started to grow…..responsible. I couldn’t continue offering my body to others, it felt…….wrong. Eventually, it spiralled from flings, into slow walks on the beach, wandering, searching for her.

I knew it would be fruitless, she’d probably be dead by the 40th year I continued doing this. But I persisted. Deep in my heart, I wanted to believe too.

And now, fifty years later. Trudging in the sand, I could see her, and I knew, she saw me too. Speechless, I could feel the words stuck in my throat, wishing to call out to her, and yet I could not, fearful of how she would see me if she knew what I did. But, I never needed to. With tears welling up, she ran over to me, arms stretched, hugging me tightly. Even though she looked the same, I could feel the scars she had on her body, even though they long since faded. Her feet, though the same as before, walked in the same manner a weary traveller would. And her eyes, once full of the ocean, now greeted me with sights from all over the world, the splendour that once faded, now returning to her eyes. My sight started to blur as I hugged her back, the hot tears racing down my cheeks as the rowdy beach soon became but a backdrop to our plight.

We had been searching, and we had been found.

The story is about two men. Just wanted to point that out, because there's no need to change that back to he & she. Great story by the way OP, don't say that you suck at writing romance.

Could you tell me when the story is finished moving?

Alright! Thanks for telling me!

I so badly want this to be about freddy and jason

> To many people, I'm just that hot dude on the beach.

Pretty sure the speaker is also a guy, but yeah this was a really great story.

Solar eclipse - moon is irrelevant because it would have been a new moon

Lunar eclipse - still a full moon, so it counts