Egoneg was back in his tent in the homeless encampment. 

     And, of course, he was beating off. He'd gotten away free and alive. That's mainly what was exciting him enough to get his dick hard. His memories of being a blimp were a confused jumble, but somewhere along the line it all went away, and suddenly he was just plain old Egoneg again. The surrounding crowd, and there was a bunch of people all around him amongst the corpses and people bleeding and screaming for help when he kind of came back to his senses, looked stunned. It was impossible for their minds and hearts to assimilate what they'd just witnessed and had been part of...

     so they just stood there, blinking. 

     Egoneg used that time to slip away and head back for his tent.  

     And now, here he was, barefoot because he'd left his flip flops back at that woman's gym, and in a T-shirt that was the cleanest one he had. He went to put on some underwear, but then he thought about what he'd just been through, growing as big as a house and causing the deaths of all those hundreds of people and being at the center of all that intense fear and swimming naked over the naked bodies of all those terrified women, and damned if his dick didn't swell to the point where he felt he had no choice but to stand there and work the cream out of it.  

     Those women in the gym, their bodies had been all slick from sweat and shower water, and terror made their nipples taut and...

     BWAP!  

     Someone smacked the back of Egoneg's head so hard, he was knocked completely off his feet. He scrambled around on the tarp floor of the tent like an animal.

     "Hey!" he yelped.

     Niki Creole stood over him. She said nothing.

     "How'd you even get in here?" he whined. "I didn't hear..."   

     Niki lashed out quickly, smashing his larynx with a flat palm to the throat. She kicked at the inside of one of his knees so that it made a sound like a snapping branch.  

     As Egoneg reacted to the shock of that, Niki grabbed his arm and twisted it around his back, then kicked his elbow so that it, too, snapped.  

     Then she flipped him back around so that he faced her.

     "Do you know who I am?" she asked. 

     Egoneg shook his head. His memories of when he was the blimp were hazy and fragmented. Niki saw it in his eyes. So far as he knew, Niki was a complete stranger. 

     "Last year at the Diamond Tower," Niki said. "I got brought in with Trevor. You were there with Valtair. You don't remember any of that at all?" 

     Egoneg held his undamaged arm against his chest, afraid Niki was going to break that one, too.

     "Okay," she said. Egoneg probably didn't remember smashing his beloved Fathom to pieces, either.

     She flicked her laser-knife on.

     With one swift swipe, she sliced the head of Egoneg's dick off, the laser cauterizing the wound. The head itself made a soft plop sound as it hit the tarp floor.  

     After that, only a quivering, agonized, terrified Egoneg remained.  

     "You think that was bad?" Niki leaned over so that she could whisper in Egoneg's ear, her voice as empty as a robot's from a black and white movie. 

     "We're just getting started." 

     If Egoneg had a larynx to scream with, he sure would've.

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