tell Maxine to make one final adjustment
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You place your hand on Maxine's shoulder, feeling her shiver with pleasure at your touch. The holographic displays surrounding you shimmer with complex equations for the temporal viewport interface.
"Maxine, I need one final adjustment to our plan," you declare, your voice commanding yet intimate. "After the anti-Reaper weapon is fired, we're going to physically relocate our entire solar system into the Mass Effect universe."
Maxine's golden-ringed eyes widen in surprise. "The entire solar system? That's... ambitious, Divine Mother."
"It's necessary," you explain, tracing a finger down her arm possessively. "Our universe is an unknown quantity with potential threats we can't anticipate. The Mass Effect universe is thoroughly mapped and understood. We'll be safer expanding there once we've neutralized its threats."
She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, her enhanced breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. "The Dyson sphere we constructed would actually make this easier than you might think. It creates a perfect containment field around our solar system, allowing us to move it as a single unit."
"Precisely," you nod, pleased at her quick understanding. "And it would prevent any entities from following us through the dimensional breach."
Maxine's fingers fly across her console, adding new parameters to the temporal viewport design. "I can incorporate the relocation protocols directly into the anti-Reaper weapon firing sequence. When the pulse eliminates the Reapers, it will simultaneously create a dimensional anchor point for our solar system to transfer into."
"Show me," you command.
With several deft keystrokes, Maxine brings up a new simulation. The hologram shows your solar system, encased in its gleaming Dyson sphere, sliding seamlessly between dimensions into a carefully calculated position in the Mass Effect galaxy.
"We'll position ourselves in what would have been the Local Cluster—Sol System's location in their universe," Maxine explains, her voice growing husky with excitement. "Since humans don't exist in our version of their universe, that space is conveniently vacant."
"Perfect," you purr, rewarding her with a gentle caress down her back. Her lab coat does little to hide the way her body responds, nipples hardening visibly through the thin fabric. "How soon can you implement this adjustment?"
"It's mostly a matter of calculation," she replies, leaning into your touch. "Quantum displacement on this scale requires incredible precision. With your assistance..." She pauses, glancing up at your towering seven-and-a-half-foot frame with naked devotion in her eyes. "We could complete the calculations by tomorrow morning."
You pull her closer, her enhanced curves pressing against your body. "Then let's get started. I want everything ready when our fleet construction begins."
"Yes, Divine Mother," Maxine breathes, her golden-ringed eyes glazing slightly with desire as you maintain physical contact.
The laboratory's AI sensors detect your intimate moment and automatically dim the lights, while the assistant drones silently excuse themselves from the main lab area. Maxine's breathing quickens as your hand slides lower down her back, her body completely surrendering to your will as you prepare to conquer yet another universe together.