BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



When Erik entered Mira's flat, he was greeted by a spacious open area that reflected a simple yet well-designed style. The primary living space was bright and open, with high ceilings and huge windows that let in a lot of evening light and provided ample headroom.

On one side was a sumptuous couch in front of a contemporary entertainment center, and beside it was a dining table with comfortable chairs.

On the other hand, there was a contemporary kitchen that was bright and shiny. It had worktops made of polished granite, fixtures made of chrome, and every piece of equipment imaginable.

The sheer size of the place made Erik whistle in admiration. "This place is huge for one person," he commented, genuinely impressed.

Mira laughed. "Yeah, I spent a lot of money on it. But every room has a purpose, and I have all the space for other things." She beckoned him to follow, and Erik trailed behind her, curious to see the rest of the space.

The first door they approached was propped open just a little bit. There was a training room on the inside. There was matting on the floor, and along one wall, there was a range of practice dummies and targets ready to be utilized.

The wall opposite the door was lined with mirrors to enhance self-evaluation during individual practice sessions. Erik, who had already spent significant time training himself, understood and immediately appreciated the setup.

"It's easier to train at home sometimes, especially when you don't want an audience," Mira explained with a wink.

Erik nodded in agreement. "It's well-equipped. You've got everything here for a full regimen."

But Mira was already moving to the next room, her excitement palpable. "This," she said with evident pride as she opened the door, "is my favorite."

Anyone familiar with the lifestyle of a hunter would have described the sight Erik first laid eyes on as nothing less than breathtaking.

The walls were adorned with rows of weapon racks, each holding weapons that had been meticulously maintained. These weapons included swords of varying lengths, spears, maces, and other more unusual types of weaponry.

Armor stands displayed various sets of protective gear, each designed for use in a specific environment or circumstance. Cabinets with see-through doors revealed many items that had been painstakingly labeled.

But it wasn't just the quantity that impressed Erik; it was the quality. Every item in the room shone with a well-cared-for luster, each weapon sharp and ready, every piece of armor polished.

"Over the years, I've collected and maintained them," Mira said, her voice tinged with pride.

"It's not just about having the right weapon but knowing each well— its weight, balance, and quirks. When you're out there, your life depends on them."

Erik moved closer, his fingers brushing over the hilt of a particularly ornate dagger. "Your collection is impressive," he said, admiration evident in his tone. "Can you use them all?."

Mira smiled, pleased. "I can, but for obvious reasons, I use a bow as my main weapon."

The two continued their tour, with Mira sharing snippets of tales associated with various weapons and armor sets.

Erik found himself drawn into her stories, appreciating not just the tools of the trade but the hunter who owned them.

After the tour, they returned to the living area, and Erik looked around with newfound appreciation. "You've got a beautiful place, Mira. I bet you worked hard to buy it."

She gave a slight nod in appreciation of his words. "Thanks, Erik. I did." Then, she moved away from him and said, "OK, I think I will shower then."

"All right, I will wait for you here," Erik replied.

While Mira went to the bathroom, Erik relaxed on the couch and let his mind wander while he watched her leave.

It was impossible for him not to think about what had happened over the previous month. He never anticipated in his wildest fantasies that he would get to this position and generate so much money before a year had passed.

A few minutes later, while Erik was still lost in his thoughts, there was a soft click, and Erik turned his head, jolting himself out of his thoughts only to see the bathroom door ajar.

Mira remained standing there, not even wearing a bra, as the dim light from the bathroom illuminated her silhouette.

Erik's heart raced as he looked at her. This was a clear and open invitation; what she wanted was clearly in her eyes, the curve of her lips, and her alluring body.

The world around them appeared to become hazy for a moment, and all he could concentrate on was the charm of her gaze and the way she was baring her breasts.

She stepped forward, her voice soft yet clear: "Mind joining me for a quick shower?" She said it in a seductive voice.

Erik quickly stepped up from the couch and reached her at the door. She traced her fingers on his pecs.

"Erik, you do not need to wear your mask here," she said. He could see her more clearly—every nuance of her form, every flicker of emotion across her face.

Feeling a sudden rush of warmth, Erik's breath caught in his throat.

"Besides," she whispered, her tone playful and teasing, "I've already seen your face the first day we met in the forest."

With a boldness that both surprised and enticed Erik, Mira gently took his face into her hands, her fingers tracing the contours of his mask. "No masks here," she whispered in his ears.

Erik allowed her to remove the barrier that separated them. Their eyes met, and at that moment, layers of unspoken emotions, tensions, and curiosities unraveled.

She then took off the mask. "You are more handsome than I remember," she added.

Mira's lips met his in a fierce and tender kiss. Holding her close, Erik used his foot to push the bathroom door closed, ensuring their privacy.

The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the moment they were in, lost in each other.