gravitational_gymnastics

 In front of the elevator that leads to the mansion, a large number of people are in line. Drones patrol the surroundings in search of any weaponry in hiding. Plenty of guards are also in custody of the entrance, all with katanas and thermo-mechanical pistols. Avoiding them would be the best course of action, as it would attract a lot of unwanted attention to just storm through.

“Okay. You two, I need you to start speaking. I want your names.”

“I’m the Male.”

“I’m the Female.”

…that works. Although frightened by their response, there is nothing inherently wrong with it. Expectations of them giving me their names was nothing more than just a fantasy. They just want to get the work done and move on. Alas, it is useful for me.

“Okay, Male and Female, go and check out the borders of this area. See if you feel an invisible force on the sides.” With a nod, they proceed to execute my commands.

“What about me?” Hayami is waiting for my orders.

“You’ll be my lab rat. Come with me.” Without further notice, we delve into a forested area nearby.

The experiment shall begin. Basically, since my glove is limited to not being able to directly control organic matter, propulsing them to reach the top is not an option. Coincidentally, launching a force field near me to get up quickly worked in my battle against Green. So, what does this limitation against organic matter actually mean?

With Hayami in front of me, I ask her to brace herself. Activating my glove, the blue as the ocean core starts to brighten up. Shooting a force field at her feet, she is blasted through the air and eventually falls down. Ignoring her whining, my pondering starts to flourish.

What if the force field is kept constant? Wouldn’t that break the limitations of the glove? Because there is an intrinsic restriction of handling organic matter, which is the limit? As soon as I asked that question in my head, a sudden rush of information flashes thoughts. After freezing for a bit, now I got the answers I needed. My nostrils started to bleed a bit, but it was worth it in the end.

Thanks, Leonard. From the data I received from the chip, handling organic matter means applying force directly to the target. Organic matter as big as a human is not controllable for the GSE Glove. It basically can only output force fields strong enough to repel people, but not directly control them per se.

A concentrated force inside the body of someone essentially exploding them, for example, is not possible. The amount of power to reach that level of precision is not sustainable and probably would result in my hand exploding alongside the glove.

Because of that, the glove is only able to send almost uncontrollable gravitational forces, akin to a shotgun. Hence, what if, instead of a shotgun, I transform its ‘rate of fire’ similar to a flamethrower? Gravitational force fields thrower. What a silly name.

It is only a hypothesis that makes some sense. The only thing left is testing it out. To do so, telling Hayami to get back is a must. I don’t want her to get hurt again. The amount of yelling that she could do would get me tinnitus.

Now that I’m the only one in place, the experiment starts. Giving Lorentz to Hayami to not have any accidents, aiming my glove at the ground comes next. Fortunately, you can record certain functions of the glove in a specific order for you to not think about them all at once. For instance, instead of thinking about sending a constant stream of waves of force fields, I just send them for the first time, record that set piece of actions, and then name it to archive it and use it in the future without having to think much about it.

Activating the glove and sending force field after force field makes me scared to fall on the ground, as demonstrated by the laughs of the girl near me. Yeah, yeah, so funny. After many tries trying to adjust the angle, the amount of force and many times falling flat faced to the ground, my exhilarating scream leaves the mocking girl clapping slightly.

Now in the air, force fields keep me in the air. Although rough and turbulent, it works for our present needs. But, this is just too exciting not to scream about it.

“I can fucking fly!” The force field thrower is a moderate success, as after saying that, the ground kisses my cheek once again. Some adjustments can be made.

“Now that’s what I expected from the Kingslayer! I want to try it out too!” Running towards me, she throws Lorentz aside and asks me to lift her up too.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, pleaaaase.” Her curious smile is just too much for me to not share this accomplishment.

“Okay, grab my hand.” While doing so, now the need of adjusting the angle once again is present, since the centre of mass has changed. At least the movement is pre-recorded, so all my focus can go to this certain task.

After many tries again, my ability to control the propulsion is now decent. It could use more polishing but it is as good as it can get in a short span of time. Now in the air for the twentieth time, it is stable as it was when only my body was the centre of mass. Her giggling is worth the many attempts. Once we are landing, the twins are waiting for us on the ground. They seem a bit surprised too, or well at least the Male is judging by his thumbs up. It is kinda cool.

While landing and letting go of Hayami, I ask “So, is there anything at the sides of the floor?”

“There is a gravitational field surrounding the entirety of the compound. By our observations-”

“And your recent trials and errors, we deduce that your idea is to use your glove to raise us to the mansion. We didn’t-”

“Believe you to be capable of it, but once again, you are the Kingslayer. We have trust-”

“In your judgement, so please, lead us to our destination.”

That is odd. Extremely odd. Both were finishing each other's sentences. They are twins, yes, but that is beyond human. And that frivolous monotone voice that they have, if it weren’t for them having different pitches, they would sound like just one person. The follow up of every sentence they did was almost in perfect harmony. No stops whatsoever in between changing who was speaking. I’m the only one surprised, as Hayami is only annoyed by their synchronisation.

“Good job! Then, shall we continue?” Tapping the shoulders of both twins, passing between them, we all advance to one of the sides that has the least people nearby.

All alone, we prepare to use gravity to our advantage. Telling them to watch out if anyone comes near, stretching my hand beyond the edge, a feeling of nothingness surrounds my glove. Now that the assimilation of that senseless sensation is complete, taking a step forward is the natural course. With nothing more to be afraid of, my other foot is now on the air.

Nothingness. No forces are acting on me whatsoever. Only the impulse of the residual force to enter here pushes me outward. A picture of an astronaut in the middle of space drifting, with no control of its destiny, comes to mind.

Using small force fields from my glove, changing the direction of my drifting, I manage to get static in place. Haha, I’m floating! It is just surreal to think that you could experience this on Earth. Prompting for the other to hold hands and join me, they accept my offer although reluctantly. Once everyone is on board, bursts of force fields from my glove get us closer and closer to the top until we almost reach it, not with some crashes into the concrete containers of the massive block that holds the mansion.

At the end of the gravitational elevator, as I like to call it in my mind, these acting forces cease to exist. The problem being that there is a hefty 4 metres to reach land. By instinct, Hayami uses her plasma katana to carve her way up to the top. Then, she holds her hand to grab our passengers. I’ll have to throw them with impulses or else, they won’t reach.

Sending them both to the hands of the jet black haired girl, I was left drifting to the bottom as an expected reaction. Reaching the floor that we were in earlier, a familiar face at the entrance of the mansion reaches the periphery of my eyes before I propulse myself to greater heights. A blonde haired individual, with now golden claws in one of his hands.

Shit.

Thankfully, he didn’t see me. That could have been disastrous.

Now reaching the top, propelling myself to the hands of the Hayami, she grabs me and gets me to the surface safe and sound.

Patting my shoulders and getting myself cleaner from the dust that dirtied my clothing, and checking that everyone is ready, we are one step closer to our destination.