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He shuddered with pleasure as the knives neatly dissected his flesh. Identical copies appeared on all sides of him, joining his arms and legs seamlessly into an infinite network of bliss in the black emptiness of space. The network gradually began to curve, becoming an immense sphere of outstretched humans where involuntary vibrations propagated in complex patterns, like seismic waves projected onto a globe. Slowly the sphere began to move inwards due to its self-gravity, accelerating and fuelling even greater pleasure until it imploded into a brilliant orgasm of light and ripped flesh.

Gordon unlinked the VR module and faced the grid of his working environment. Bizarre stuff, but strangely compelling. And there was more of it now. While he was testing the first module another one had appeared in the data cluster with the others. A file he was certain he had not downloaded. Cautiously he scanned the data, but it was inert. No hidden viruses, no systems that could externalize, just plain VR simulation. Overcome with curiosity he activated it.

He had no body at all. He was nowhere. He was empty space. He saw everything in him from all directions at once. It was confusing at first, but gradually he began to feel relaxed, purified.

Suddenly something appeared from the outside, from another direction than the ones he contained. Its existence touched him as a sharp and sensual point, and as it began to move through his three dimensional body it left a gash of warped space-time that made him shudder with pleasure. A four dimensional scalpel? Or a pen?

Gracefully, silently the object moved through space, drawing what could only be three dimensional calligraphy directly on his soul. He wanted to scream, to beg for more or for release, but he had no body and no mouth. For a subjective eternity he felt how the pattern grew and the strains on space/himself increased until they were unbearable. With a sudden, perfect stroke the object finished the last curve and withdrew from the finished design.

He was pain. He was pleasure. And he knew he would remain so for all eternity.