7. Transmigration Perks ❤️
At first, I couldn't sense any difference. But then, while keeping the Amplification active, I recorded a memory on my crushed steel stapler. To my shock, the memory stretched longer than I expected. When it finally ended, I deactivated both powers.
Newly created memory objects only worked after being placed on an inanimate surface once. When I touched the stapler again, I was transported to Judy and Ylena's room. The drunken smell, the snoring... the lighting, even the details in the painting and the view from the window were perfectly captured.
There was no way my brain could remember this much information. There truly was something supernatural about this. The viewer was free to walk around in the memory. It was the same as Judy's memory piece, except the duration was extended to 5 seconds.
It was a memory of me sliding Judy's panty to take a picture. Once the memory ended, the piece wouldn't activate until it was placed on something else and picked up again. Papers and clothes could stop the activation; only direct touch worked.
I lay down on the bed and touched the stapler again and again. This view and smell of pussy was a thousand times better than any porn video I had ever seen in my life. I searched for nsfw memory pieces online and found several websites which sold it. But most of it belonged to boys' nudity. There were a few female-focused ones as well, but everything was priced at 30,000 and above.
The sites were legitimate, not just random websites. They were only selling guaranteed products.
It was too much price for me, but considering how amazing this power was, I felt like it was being sold too cheap. Even solo male ones and sex ones, duration 2 minutes and under, were going for 70,000 to 90,000 ZSM.
I put away the phone and watched the stored memory again and again. I was rock hard with Judy's pussy and Ylena's breast fragrance. I wanted to create one of Sophia and Lin from that night, but my head was already hurting like hell.
I kept watching the memory again and again; my rock hard dick only needed a few strokes in the end to cum a full load. I felt so good that my eyes closed, and I was slowly falling asleep. But before I was fully gone, I remembered a weird detail from the memory piece.
Wasn't Judy's underwear with a cat print and light blue in color? How did that change to black with a Pikachu print?
The next morning I woke up late. I was still naked on my bed. My phone had 15 missed calls. Ten of which were from Ylena and Judy. They texted a lot as well. Mostly apologizing for their behavior yesterday. I texted them it was fine and not to think about it much. Then I took a shower, put on a pair of simple jeans, and a T-shirt.
Two calls were from Sophia; her texts asked if everything was alright. I came home late and didn't go to the academy in the morning either. I texted her I was fine and not to worry about me.
Three missed calls were from unknown numbers. I decided to ignore those for now. If it was someone close to the old me, I really didn't want to talk to them.
Lin saw me walk into the kitchen and set up a plate. Even she asked how I was doing. Weird perverts as they may be, my roommates were good people. 10 AM on the clock and I was relaxing on the oversized couch. The living room TV, Lin said I could watch if I wanted to, so I turned it on.
My mind, however, was still stuck on yesterday. I searched the internet for memory piece mistakes but found nothing. All websites stated clearly that memory pieces can never lie. They used it in courts as legal proof. Nothing in the world can edit or change it; if someone tried to fake a memory, the piece would never become.
Just to try this, I took out a 50 ZSM bill from my pocket and tried to create a memory piece. Only it was completely false. The one-second memory I imprinted was of me punching Jackson in the face on that parking lot. It was complete imagination. By all the rules of this power, it should not be possible to make this.
But when I placed the money on the table and picked up again, I was back in that parking lot. It was so fucking real. Joy, Gwen, and that other couple were there. Before I could take a good look, the one second ended with my punch hitting Jackson's ugly mug. It was too fast. I saw myself from third person pov stepping back and punching the fuck out of Jackson.
This is not a memory! It's pure Imagination!
I decided to test its limits and created another piece with a 10 ZSM coin. The memory, or more like imagination, I used this time was of me soaring through the sky. And even this fucking worked!
The experience of flying was so real. The wind, the fresh air - I was even seeing a scene of this world from the top that I had never seen before in my life. There is no way it's simply a product of my own mind. Wait.. I can test that too.
I turned off the TV and ran off to my room. I took a paperweight from the desk and imprinted another false memory. It was of Sadie fully naked doing squats, her large butt jiggling indecently.
I had never seen her naked, so there was no stored memory in my brain. When I saw it, I was shocked! The body was so real. She had a week-old pubic hair, creases on her stomach from doing a desk job for long hours, and most notably, a mole on her thigh, right beside the fat, pink pussy lips. The odor of the room, the scent of her sweat and precum... it was all so real.
Then I inserted the pen drive Sadie gave me into my phone. It only had three videos. All of which contained Sadie's solo masturbation sessions. One on the bed, spreading her legs, fingering; one was on her chair playing with her breasts while slapping her swollen lips. And the last one was on the floor; she was on her all fours, and the camera was aimed at her fat ass.
I could not enjoy the scenery at all though.
The most disturbing thing... were the familiar creases on her stomach, week-old unshaved pussy, and a mole on her thigh.
Fuck! What absurd magic shit is this?
It was my imagination, but the elements were real. Where do the details even come from? What were the limits? If I imagine myself writing formulas of time travel and teleportation, will it show me the real thing?
I was starting to feel tired mentally, but I still tried one more time. I imagined myself writing teleportation formulas while creating the memory piece. Once it was done, I placed it on the bed. Honestly, I was slightly scared to touch it.
The scene was in the same room and at the same desk. I was scribbling on paper. I leaned in and saw a bunch of scribbles that were unintelligible. Okay, that made sense. Something that absurd would not work. Most likely it uses my own brain's stored information. Sadie's body was a mystery, but maybe it's like my body records details of what's happening around me without the need for my eyesight?
I tried that too and imagined a naked Scarlett Johansson and I kissing for 1s. But when I saw the memory, she was in a full black widow outfit. When I tried to peek inside, only bright white light showed, as if her body was a source of light itself.
Because I had been physically close to Sadie, my brain knows what her body under the clothes was like. It was another odd thing. I searched the internet for similar info and found something that made me widen my eyes even further.
Memory pieces were fixed. One could touch the surface of things and people, but they can't peek beneath layers of clothes or check out internal machinery and stuff. In short, anything that one's eyes did not register will not be added. The mind does fill in the gaps, like automatic memory storage of the surroundings, but it was just an appearance. The inner workings of an object or person cannot be seen in a memory if one does not understand how things work.
Then why is mine so weird?
I activated the foreigner's memory piece again and pulled Ylena's jeans down. There it was. A big, white hairy pussy. There should only be white light here. I checked again for Judy's phone. I could fully use it in those two seconds, which was supposed to be impossible. Things in memory could not be used if the memory was not of someone exclusively using that tool.
My visualization powers are different. I could edit my memories, use pure, valid imagination, and have my surroundings automatically included in my memory purely with presence, even if I have no knowledge of their internal contents.
Is it because I transmigrated? Because of that, my mind is different or something like that? Or is it because Amplification makes my Visualization so powerful that I am no longer restrained by reality?
Without Amplification, my Visualization powers worked as they normally should. No editing or extra information of internal things.
Whatever it was, it was amazing. I can use this in very lucrative ways. Selling porn pieces online will make me rich!
No... my enhanced visualization memory pieces record too much information. People will quickly figure out something was odd. And I could hide my face in normal visualization memory piece creation.
This thing is something unbelievable in this world. I should keep it a secret. I can edit memories... these pieces work as legal proof in courts; the world thinks nothing can change or edit a memory piece. As long as I remove most of the tools from my surroundings and no one peeks inside the clothes of others... it should appear as a normal memory.
I can do all sorts of things using this; using it just for porn was selling myself too cheaply, and the risk of being found out was too big.
Besides, I hated even the idea of imagining a bunch of dudes naked. And the women-on-women market was too small.