Darkness.
It wasn't just the absence of light—but a weight. A silence that pulled at something deeper.
She floated, or fell. There was no ground. No air. No skin.
Then—a scream.
Hers.
---
The glass cracked before her first breath.
Inside a high-security cryo-tube, deep in the blacksite laboratories of Valtherion Conglomerate, alarms whispered warnings in synthetic tongues. Aika's eyes fluttered open—black irises bleeding slowly into violet as neural sync pulses surged through her skull.
< [STAGE 3 GENETIC REBOOT: COMPLETE.] >
< [OMEGA CLASS UNIT 001-A ONLINE.] >
She slammed a fist—instinct, raw and untrained—against the curved barrier of her chamber. The reinforced synth-glass fractured in a spiderweb pattern. Again. A pulse of unnatural strength surged through her limbs. Third time, the panel exploded outward.
Air rushed in. Cold, dry, tinged with ozone and blood.
Aika collapsed forward, naked, trembling. Her body was... wrong. No—different.
She pushed herself to her knees. Breasts—larger than she remembered. Hips wide, skin smooth like synthetic silk. But between her legs, something new. Something hard and pulsing. Something that should have shocked her, frightened her.
But what she felt instead… was power.
---
Footsteps echoed in the sterile corridor outside.
> "Omega-001 has awakened. Send restraint teams."
Aika's instincts screamed. She didn't know who she was—not really—but she knew she wasn't staying here.
The room was lit with rotating red emergency strobes. Data screens blinked status logs. She stumbled toward a terminal, fingers moving faster than thought. Memories weren't hers—but her hands knew how to override systems. A name glimmered in the glass.
> Name: Aika Solaris
Designation: Splice-Class Omega
Sex: Modified Dual—Futanari
Origin Data: Transdimensional Rebirth Program / Earth-21
Assigned Function: Pleasure-Warfare / Asset Conditioning / Special Operations >
Transdimensional... rebirth?
Then the flood came—memories. Her last life. Her real name.
Mia.
A tear fell before she could stop it.
---
The door burst open.
Three guards stormed in, clad in neural armor and stun rifles. "ON YOUR KNEES! HANDS BEHIND YOUR—"
Too late.
She moved with impossible speed. Her legs coiled and sprung, lifting her into a mid-air spiral. She didn't know how she could fight—only that her body did.
One guard's throat collapsed under her heel. Another's rifle was ripped from his hands and used to beat the third unconscious.
Aika stood over them, chest heaving. Their blood warmed her feet.
For a moment, she stared at herself in the glass. Her reflection—a warrior's build, violet eyes glowing faintly, long black hair matted to wet skin. Her cock had risen during the fight. No, not from lust. From adrenaline. From the body reacting as it had been designed—to dominate, to survive, to claim.
---
She fled into the corridors. The blacksite was massive—labs, cell blocks, surgical theaters. The deeper she went, the more horrors she passed: vat-grown splices, mutilated corpses of failed experiments, AI cores whispering madness in digital tongues.
A voice crackled through a hidden speaker.
> "You weren't supposed to wake yet, Solaris. But I'm glad you did."
> "Who's there?"
> "Your maker. Of sorts. Name's Dr. Selene Arctis. I pulled your soul from the bleed between worlds. You're not just some freak in a body—they made you a weapon. I made you free."
Aika stopped. Her breath caught. Not from fear.
From... recognition.
> "Come to sublevel V. I can get you out of here."
---
The corridor ended in a vault sealed with gene-locks. Aika raised her hand—unsure why—and the door clicked open. Her genome was the key.
Inside was a chamber lit with starlight. No ceiling. Just a synthetic dome showing the stars above Nexus Primaris.
In the center: a woman with silver hair, pale skin, wearing a black bodysuit.
Dr. Selene Arctis.
Their eyes met—and in that moment, something clicked. Memories not lived, but felt. A kiss under cherry blossoms. A promise in a different life.
> "You remember me, don't you?" Selene whispered.
Aika approached slowly. "Not everything. But… I know you. I know I want to touch you."
Selene smiled—bittersweet. "Later. First, we run."
From behind a secondary panel, Selene handed her a suit—sleek, black armor interwoven with reactive fiber. Aika slid it over her body. It hugged every curve, every muscle, every new truth.
> "What am I?" Aika asked.
Selene stepped close. Her lips brushed Aika's ear. "You're the future, love. You're our last chance."
---
They fled together through the emergency lift shaft. Above them, the station groaned. Below them, freedom—or war.
Either way, Aika Solaris had been born again.
And she would not be caged.