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Dimensions of Desire

By Richard Pickman

Personal journal

NOTE: The entries start after the end of the events in Part 3 (To Boldly Go Where Many Have Wanted To Go Before).
Contains major spoilers for the series.

My Personal Log. Entry 1.

What was I thinking? Now there�s a question with an irony quotient that�s off the charts.

I was going to destroy the Enterprise after the crew�s conversion was finished. Thank goodness THOMAS talked me out of it. As he said, you never know when a fully functional starship might come in handy. Plus if I ever want to build more, it�s nice to have a working model to use for a baseline.

I�m not going to be using Stardates, as I always found them inordinately confusing. I can understand them now, of course, but since we�ll be taking the Enterprise into parallel dimensions and possibly doing some time travelling as well, it�s better to just simplify.

You know, even though eidetic memory came with the whole mega-genius package, it�s still nice to write stuff like this down. I journaled when I was a kid, and didn�t realize how much I missed it. Starting up again feels right.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 2.

Finding a large group of already immortal beings seemed to be the best way to start. Where better to find them than in the Highlander universe ? I didn�t want to go the movie route, because they were a mess. Seriously, Zeist?

The television series made more sense. Also, Duncan MacLeod is way hotter than his fellow immortal clansman. Sorry, Connor. Duncan�s conversion was easy, since their immortality does not confer any special mental gifts. Having lived for so long, he had become rather sexually flexible. And just plain flexible. As many men as I've had sex with, I've never done it with a guy who has been doing it for centuries. I'm looking forward to learning all sorts of things from him. In fact, I think I'll have him teach sexual techniques to my favorites. That will definitely be a class where the participants won't be skipping the homework.

After his conversion, I used him to lure other Immortals and brought them back to my Earth to study.

That was problem one. Apparently, our universe�s physics are not conducive to their type of immortality. All studies showed them as human, with no abnormalities at all. Wounds did not instantly heal. When the ultimate test, decapitation, was done, they just died and there was no Quickening either. They didn�t become their actual age, though, so that�s interesting.

So, we returned to Duncan�s Earth to continue research there, which unfortunately proved unproductive as well. Even with the technology available to me, THOMAS could not gather any useful information. It�s likely there�s some sort of magical component to their gift, which can�t be studied effectively by non-magical means. Not that the research will stop. You never know what useful tidbits might be discovered in the long run.

I could always transfer my mind into the body of an Immortal, since that�s something THOMAS has been able to figure out. The downside is that the immortality would only work as long as I was in the Highlander universe, which would be rather limiting.

There are lots more universes to explore, though, and I did get Duncan MacLeod. My first eternal slave. I just need to find a way of being eternal with him.

My next trip, however, is going to be completely indulgent. Not looking for immortality or advanced tech or anything like that. Just a couple of good old boys. Well, one of them I want for a future trip, but both are hunks, so why not get both?

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 3.

OK, enough of that. Anyway, I got the Duke boys I was after, Bo and Luke. While I was there, I got Coy and Vance too. Cornfed country goodness. You can�t beat it and they were full of it. After their conversion, they were also full of me and each other. More than kissing cousins, that's for sure. Now they�re more than kissing all the time all over the place the only way they know how.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 4.

Ultimate power is mine, ha haa haaa!!!

Maybe an exaggeration, but not by much. The Lunar Solar Power System is now complete.

The Federation's research on solar power was invaluable. Thank you, Enterprise database. THOMAS calculated the optimum distribution of materials. Once they were in place, it was just a simple matter of programming and releasing the nanites. The construction took several weeks, but there was a lot of surface area to cover. The process, though, went without a hitch.

The moon now is covered by photovoltaic cells sending massive amounts of power down to us. Admittedly I have access to antimatter, but I�ve been leery of having too much of that in the area. Now we have something far more stable. Energy issues, no longer even a minor problem.

It�s something else to look up at the sky and always see the moon when it�s above the horizon, day or night. Full, it�s about a third as bright as the sun. New, the glow from the power projected down to Earth gives it a lovely reddish-gold color. I can hardly wait to see the first eclipses after the change.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 5.

Sometimes dreams can come true, no matter how farfetched. Mind you, it helps when your IQ is literally off the charts.

I�ve travelled to some pretty strange universes in the last few years. Ones inhabited by steampunk secret agents, starships and immortals. But even I never thought I would meet the real Superman.

Well, one of many. So many options. But there will always be only one first superhero.

I picked Superman because, hello, Superman. Of them, I went with Dean�s version as my initial superslave. Since the actor is almost half-Japanese, it gives him a wonderfully exotic tinge. He also wrote one of the episodes I�m using to ensnare his super counterpart. The other IQ (Irony Quotient) is also off the charts.

It doesn�t hurt, either, that there�s tech on his Earth that could help me achieve my immortality goal.

THOMAS and I are double and triple checking everything. If this works, it can be used as a template to get more. Not just Superman, but other superheroes as well. If it doesn�t work, we�ll learn from the mistakes and keep on until we get it right. That�s the beauty of an infinite multiverse; there are infinite opportunities.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 6.

Wow, it worked out right the first time. That core of resistance he had was challenging to break, but all the sweeter when it was broken. Now we know how to deal with it for future reference.

By the way, anyone who says they don�t give a flying fuck, do not knock it until you�ve tried it.

I now have a Superman who will do absolutely anything I want, which is even hotter than I thought it would be. With a mind like mine, that is saying something.

He�s sleeping beside me right now, but he wants to do it again as soon as possible. Which for him is almost anytime. He was so sad that I couldn�t fuck him again right away. He asked why I didn�t do something about that, if I was so smart.

What he doesn�t know is that I�m already working on that. To be honest, THOMAS is doing all the heavy research and calculating.

First, powers. We know at least a couple of ways his powers can be transferred to other people. The most controllable is likely the red kryptonite ray. I don�t want to become Superman. But his health and resistance to damage, that I want. There�s also the benefit that obtaining some of his, shall we say, vigor would definitely help in the bedroom.

Second, cloning. Lex created a Superman clone, but he didn�t live very long. I�m sure THOMAS will be able to fix that. Then I can create a few, with no higher brain function, and keep them on ice. Whenever I need a power boost, I�ll have as many living batteries to draw from as I like. I don�t want to do the initial transfer tests with the clones, but I only have one real Superman.

That should be changing in the near future, if all goes according to plan.

Which leads me to the third, and most important. Immortality. Or, to be more precise, eternal youth. Doctor Duetsen soon will invent her life force transference device. Sadly, the de-aging effects aren�t permanent without a plutonium power source or something equivalent, like Superman.

Lucky for me, power is not a problem. I could use one of the Superman clones, but I don�t think I�ll need to waste one of them. As far as plutonium, I have more than I need, and that�s just on my Earth. I doubt I�ll have to use any, however, since even a tiny fraction of the Lunar Solar Power System�s output should suffice.

We�ll need to run tests, but then I have an entire world of willing guinea pigs. I don�t think it�ll take long before I can use it, what with all the brainpower at my disposal to work out the bugs.

Next step? Eternally young me. Not that I�m old now, but I ain�t twenty anymore. But I will be. Oh, very soon I think, I will be. Perpetual youth and near-immunity to harm. Immortality, here I come!

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 7.

I haven�t used a double act since I met Mister West so long ago. This time, it�ll be a dual double act. Fun I will be a-havin�.

Let�s face it. Of all the Supermans and Supermans-to-be, Tom�s was the prettiest. No surprise, since he was a model before he took on the role. Even now, though, his prettiness amazes me.

I can�t wait to see the look on his face when he sees Bo. When he gets busy with the Dean version of Supes, though, watch out.

No tech acquiring this time, just prevention. Keeping Clark from getting access to his Kryptonian past was paramount, and taken care of quite easily.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 8.

That was truly outstanding.

Sometimes I think I enjoy the taunting and manipulation a little too much. But you can�t argue with the results.

I�m sure that somewhere in the multiverse something like this has happened before, but I�ve never seen it. Until now. Superman fucking Superman(-to-be) while both were flying, parts of their bodies breaking the sound barrier in the process. Thank goodness THOMAS put up the forcefield around them in time, otherwise the whole barn might have collapsed.

On me. I could have been killed. Which, bad as that would be, would have been supremely ironic considering how close I am to true immortality.

I can always rely on my creation, fortunately. He�s like the son I�ll never have. Not that I�m sterile or anything. I just don�t need the distraction. Also, who knows, my kids might inherit my genius. I don�t want that hassle or potential competition.

Cold? Heartless? Maybe. I might change my mind. Who knows? If the research goes as I expect, I�ll have all the time in all the worlds to do that.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 9.

Success. Success, success, success!

I haven�t felt like this in years. Ten, to be precise. That�s how much younger, physiologically, I am.

Not that I�m unhealthy. THOMAS organizes my diet and exercise to keep me in excellent shape.

For my age. Which is now ten years less that it was. And there�s nothing like being younger to make you feel better.

THOMAS and I decided to go with this amount of age reduction initially to see how it goes. It�s going pretty good so far. Unless there are complications, the next reduction will be in about three weeks. Amount? The same. That will get me to early to mid-twenties. I�ll see how that feels and decide if I want to go any younger. Every few years after that, I�ll have another small reduction. Rinse, cycle, repeat.

Research won�t stop, since we don�t know the long-term consequences of this. Will it have diminishing results after decades or centuries?

Not that I�m worried. I already have access to mind-body transfer, so if this body has problems down the road, I�ll just switch to another. I�ve had several sets of clones created as backups, just in case.

I guess I�ll be journaling for a while, then. Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 10.

Early to mid-twenties is perfect. No need to go younger.

The super-resistant condom is ready. I wish we were closer to successful power transfer, but I don�t want to wait any longer to get my next superhero. This way I�ll be able to fuck any of them without worrying about my dick getting squashed by the contractions when they cum.

True, I had unprotected sex with my first Superman. But that was after a long period of training to control his ass muscles. But now I can look forward to unprotected and uninhibited sex with all participants.

Good things come to those who wait, I keep telling myself. And waiting makes it really good when you do cum.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 11.

An Aquaman who looked like Ollie fucking another Aquaman who was fucking Ollie was� what�s the word I�m looking for? Yummy? That�ll do. Throwing in Tom�s Superman made it that much more fun, especially since his goofy side is showing more.

Out of the four, though, I think I�m leaning towards liking Ollie best. Weird, since he�s the one with no superpowers. But what he lacks in that department he more than compensates for in sly snarky sexiness. Just goes to show that not just muscles make you hot, though they don�t hurt. Ollie certainly has muscles.

I think it�s the green mesh outfit that did it. I can picture it on the others, but none of them would have looked as good in it.

But then, that�s the beauty of my world. I don�t have to choose. I can have them all because they�re all mine. More additions coming soon, so I may get new favorites.

I�d say life is tough, but that�s not true. Life is great. Especially since I now have an inexhaustible supply of it.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 12.

Much as I�d love to get him next, I�m putting off the Green Lantern for a while.

At first when I saw Ryan�s Hal Jordan version, I wanted him right away. Yes, the power of the ring and all, but he�s also incredibly funny, sweet and hot. Few humans look good in a skintight bodysuit. However, not only is he among that group, he�s in the top ten.

But the more I investigated and contemplated, the more complicated I realized it would be. Yes, a hallmark of the Lanterns is the whole will thing. But I�ve broken more than one Superman, so I don�t see that as a major obstacle.

It�s more ring related. Will it work in other universes? Will the power battery work in other universes? Does the link to the main battery on Oa get broken if it leaves the home universe? If not, can the link be used by the Oans to trace him? Could the ring itself be used to locate and retrieve him? How about not using the power battery at all? Would other sources work?

I have some ideas I�ll run by THOMAS tomorrow. But I think I�ll have to be very careful if I want to obtain Mister Jordan on a permanent basis.

Still, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, so to speak. Which reminds me, I need to add a certain prince of an underwater kingdom who�s very different from the ones I have already to my list. Very different in a very good way. His half-brother looks appetizing too. Since I�m going to be in the neighborhood to pick up another Superman to add to my growing collection, why not?

The tricky bit is that their absence would lead to at least two potential apocalypses. But that�s solvable. Number one can be stopped, or at least extremely delayed, by destroying the Fortress of Solitude before it�s discovered in the 21st century. It can�t send a distress signal to attract other Kryptonians if it doesn�t exist. A trip back a few hundred years, an antimatter bomb, problem solved.

Number two is potentially more difficult. I could possibly take one of the Mother Boxes to another universe, but I can�t be sure it couldn�t still be located and retrieved using a Boom Tube. Any kind of frontal assault was out of the question.

Imprisonment, that should work. I had THOMAS crank out a couple of freeze guns that can duplicate Superman�s cold breath to take out the Electro Axe. Added a few Phantom Zone Projectors to create small-to-medium sized gates to get rid of the troops and their leader. Sent them all to that Earth�s Batman with instructions. Bye-bye, Steppenwolf and his Parademons.

Another Earth saved. I could have just done a grab-and-go of the three I wanted. But the idea of billions dying as a result bothered me. Which just goes to show I have something approaching a conscience, even after all I�ve done since my mental ascension. Wonders, will they never cease?

Now to finish up plans for the excursions into the Arrowverse to compensate for the withdrawals I�m making. Why am I even doing this? Because it worked out pretty well last time, and I like a challenge. Also because� I�ll get into that later.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 13.

It�s good to take care of the competition first, with the fringe benefit of having less for Barry and Iris to worry about around their wedding. I�ve guaranteed smooth sailing in that department on this last trip.

The Thinker is me, just older and far more amoral. Well, to be honest, somewhat more amoral. Not that he was amoral to begin with. Far from it. Clifford DeVoe and his wife Marlize had spent years planning ways to enhance his intelligence so he could bring Enlightenment to the world. Unfortunately, they had no way of knowing that the cost would be the degeneration of his body and the loss of his soul.

I, on the other hand, was a geeky college student who wanted a brain boost to help him pass his classes more easily. I never intended to become as smart as I am now. Totally not the same.

A simple way to deal with the issue would have been to kill him before his transformation. But that would make me more like him. Don�t get me wrong, I have had people killed. But it�s always a last resort, and I�m always annoyed at myself that I couldn�t find a non-terminal way to solve the problem. Near the end, the Thinker would kill for the pettiest of reasons.

So, no murder. But preventing him from becoming the Thinker was the best option. Since there was one particular combination of events that resulted in his creation, I just had to alter at least one of them to accomplish my goal.

I knew the location: S.T.A.R. Labs on Earth-1. I knew the date: January 7th 2014. I knew the time: The night when the particle accelerator exploded. I knew the method: The Thinking Cap he and his wife had designed which channeled the energy and dark matter from the explosion to alter his brain. Seemed like the easiest thing to change was the Cap.

I had THOMAS replicate a non-functional copy of the Cap. It looked exactly like the original, but had no wiring or circuitry of any kind. It might as well have been a child�s toy. When they were on their way to S.T.A.R. Labs, I did a switch with the transporter. I put the original in a trash can around the corner from them, so that the energy readings Marlize was seeing would look like Clifford still had the Cap.

It worked perfectly. The lightning struck the Cap as I suspected it would, but with no one under it nothing else happened. Clifford did not see it because he was looking vainly to the sky, waiting. After several minutes passed, Marlize ran out of the truck where the scanning equipment was and embraced her husband.

"Are you alright, my love?"

"Yes, but nothing happened. I am unchanged. Why?"

"Let me look at the Cap." It did not take her long to realize the truth. "Clifford, this is a copy with no electronic components at all. It merely looks like the Cap."

"How is that possible? Who could have replaced it?"

"I don�t know, but we will find out."

"It doesn�t matter. This was our only opportunity, and it�s gone."

"No, Clifford, we will find another way. A safer way."

Dejected, they returned to their truck and left.

After the turbulence and dark matter dissipated, I tried transporting the Cap up to the Enterprise, but could not get a lock. Apparently, the dark matter that had infused the Cap was interfering. I beamed down an agent, who took the Cap out of the trash and held it. I was able to lock on to him and transport both up to the ship.

After all, I didn�t want someone else getting hold of it and becoming the new Thinker. I also wanted THOMAS to analyze it. Who knew what he could learn from it?

I�ll address how I dealt with the consequences of there being no Thinker.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 14.

Unmaking the Thinker worked out as expected. There were consequences to deal with related to that, however.

One thing that took care of itself was the satellites. Since there was no Thinker, he never tried bringing about the Enlightenment. The satellites that would have done that were never created, never crashed to Earth, never created meta-tech and never created the dagger that resulted in Cicada. So, several birds with one stone on that one.

One thing I wanted to fix was Barry. His release from the Speed Force was orchestrated by the Thinker. If he never left, than their daughter would never be born, which would be awful.

Why do I even care? Because I�m a West-Allen shipper. I know, who�da thunk? But after you see Barry Allen and Iris West together and how they relate; you can�t help yourself. Yep, even someone as brilliant as me can�t resist the sick gooey heartfeltness of West-Allen. There�s also the whole Crisis of Infinite Earths thing, and Barry�s place in it, but that�s way above even my pay grade to worry about.

There were several options, but I thought prevention would be best. It worked with the Thinker. I�ve hidden a couple of Quark Spheres with Barry�s DNA at S.T.A.R. Labs. After Savitar is defeated and the empty Speed Force prison started causing havoc, I�ll send Cisco instructions via a cellphone I�ll give to Kara to give to him. They�ll say where the Spheres are and how to quickly modify the interdimensional quantum splicer. Fill the prison with a Sphere, make it seem that there�s a real speedster in it, done.

Admittedly Barry won�t get the benefits of long-term exposure to the Speed Force. Still, it means he and Iris won�t be separated for six months and the bus metas won�t be created. No Elongated Man, so Ralph Dibny will stay Ralph Dibny. A shame, since I rather like the superhero version of him. Maybe I can figure a way to change that. I�ll think about it. All in all, though, a satisfactory solution.

A trip to the Earth-X universe, and then the West-Allen wedding will be perfect.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 15.

That was easier than I thought.

My first plan was to track the escape pod of Overgirl (or what would become Overgirl) after it left her Krypton and redirect it. Thanks to my prior acquisitions, I knew the exact location of Krypton and when it exploded. I�ve also had the opportunity to study their technology. I�ve seen more Fortresses of Solitude than you can shake a stick at.

However, what I didn�t know until I got there was that Krypton in the Arrowverse is over two thousand light-years away from Earth. At warp six, the highest the Enterprise could stand for a protracted period, it would take over nine years to get there.

I didn�t feel like being stuck on the ship for that long. I could have delegated, of course, but I wanted to be there to supervise and see it happen.

Plan B, then, which was better anyway. I had the Enterprise park a few light-years outside the Earth-X solar system on a line with Krypton. Detecting the pod on long range sensors, the scans revealed it was nothing exceptional. We sent out a tetryon pulse that disabled the engines and transported the pod onboard.

Then it was a simple matter (for me, anyway) of opening a large breach to another universe and going through. I picked Earth-42 because it was fairly ordinary, and I�ve always been a Hitchhiker�s fan. Transport the pod back into space, re-initialize its engines, and off it went. That Kara would now be raised to be a good person, not an evil Nazi uberfrau. Earth-X would still have to deal with Reverse-Flash, but one less supervillain should help the Resistance.

And of course, the main reason. Without Overgirl and her heart problems, Earth-X won�t have the motivation to invade Earth-1, disrupt Barry and Iris� wedding and lead to Martin Stein�s death. The lengths a West-Allen shipper will go to, doncha know.

One more trip, and I�ll be ready for the main event.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 16.

Well, that was a bit complicated and not completely pleasant, but the end result was better than I�d hoped.

I knew that the WorldKiller problem wasn�t going to be simple to solve. The easy solution would have been to send their pods into a black hole or a star (not a yellow one, obviously). If they were completely evil, I�d have had no qualms about that at all. But they each had dual personalities, or would when they grew up, and only one was evil. If only they could be separated.

Actually, they could. It would take more work, but it was possible. In one timeline, Lena Luthor figured out how to use Harun-El. If she could do it and she was (no offense) just a really smart person, THOMAS and I should be able to do it as well.

This time I redirected all their pods to Earth-15, a dead world where I knew I wouldn�t be disturbed. I don�t know what happened, but it was as desolate as the moon. The cause must have been short-lived, since there was no trace of the cause. No microbes, no radiation. Atmosphere was still fully present. I set up an underground facility filled with red solar radiation, just in case. Even as babies, I didn�t want to take any chances. I had it staffed with the smartest people I could find, with THOMAS and I overseeing. Within a month, we knew what to do.

After the process, there were now six babies, three human and three Kryptonian. The latter, the WorldKillers, had been genetically engineered to destroy planets. They were like living atomic bombs or Ebola, but a thousand times worse. No good could come from them. That�s why I loaded them into Reign�s pod, with the crystal that could create the Fortress of Sanctuary in it. Then I had it launched into the nearest black hole. I watched as the gravitational stresses pulled it apart and the pieces fell past the event horizon.

After scanning to ensure nothing remained, I took the human babies to Earth-38 and made sure they were adopted by the same people who would have done so originally. They would grow up and cause harm to no one.

I made sure to send a message to Argo City about the coven that created the WorldKillers hiding amongst them, and that their plans had failed. The disbelief and rage on their faces when they were caught had me laughing for quite a while.

Do I want to tell Supergirl that her mother is still alive, along with a whole bunch of other Kryptonians.? Nah. I don�t want to spoil that surprise.

Also a fringe benefit is that Red Daughter is never created, since Kara won�t need to use the Harun-El to defeat Reign. That�ll also put a dent in Lex�s plans. I�m crying a river, me.

Let�s see. Stopped the creation of Earth-1�s Thinker, Earth-X�s Overgirl and Earth-38�s WorldKillers and Red Daughter. Not bad for a few months� work.

The preliminaries are done. Time to get my next superpowered slaves.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 17.

Darn, I have to give up one of my Supermans.

Apparently, the Kal-El from Earth-38 is important in the whole upcoming Crisis of Infinite Earths. The Monitor paid me a visit several months after I got him, telling me I had to send him back home. Since I don't know the full extent of his powers, I chose not to argue. I did ask if it had to be right away and he said it could be in a few days.

Lucky for me, I've perfected Lex's cloning technology so the clones won't die quickly. In fact, they live a normal lifespan. Which for Superman is pretty significant. So I took a good supply of cells from Kal, preserved most of them, and created a clone.

This actually may work out better. Since the clone's mind is a blank slate, he can be essentially programmed however I want. And I don't see anyone but me wanting the clone.

I'm not sure whether Crisis will affect me. The multiverse is infinite, but I've discovered there are multiple multiverses. Just in case, though, I'm going with a backup plan. Literally.

Until next time, dear Log.

My Personal Log. Entry 18.

Crisis resolved, and the backup worked beautifully.

I knew about the Vanishing Point, and with some effort found it. I had THOMAS store copies of these journals, my researches (especially about multiverses) and as much of THOMAS' memory as possible. Condensed as much as possible, I put them in an inconspicuous corner of the Vanishing Point. Once a month, I updated with the most recent information and had data comparisons run.

About a year after I started, one of the updates showed discrepancies. Significant ones. It looks like the entire multiverse was destroyed by the Anti-Monitor as expected, but he was defeated and everything rebooted.

But with changes. Changes even I wouldn't have known about since they were incorporated into the new timeline so they had always been that way. I remember the Flash and Supergirl and Black Lightning all being on their own Earths. Now, they share the same Earth and as far as everyone's concerned, that's completely normal.

It appears that the people responsible for the Anti-Monitor's loss remembered, but believed they were the only Earth left. I decided I didn't need to let them know differently. They'll find out on their own eventually.

It is odd reading the journals written by the other version of me. The diffences are minor, only relating to my multiverse dealings. As far as me and my Earth, I can't find any alterations. Lucky me. I'm restoring the original entries and file the ones from the prior timeline.

I was waiting for that all to settle down before going on to the next multiverse. It's settled and I'm ready.

Until next time, dear Log.