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Bathtub inspirations By Leslie Josette Gill [email protected] The truth is funnier than fiction, and yes, its out there, way out there. (Please note: There are several reverences to "Queen B" and "Elvira" in this work. These are registered trademarks of "Queen B" productions and are being used without their permission. But in this case, it is a description and not a use of their trademarks for anything hinky. Hey, I like Cassandra Peterson. I am certainly not going to mess with her. ;-) (And one more thing, If you are not of legal age, don't go any further. There is adult themes in this material. I don't want to accidentally warp a young mind, any more than they already are, these days.) Chapter one..... Introductions. My name is Allen James. I am a computer engineer specializing in robotics. Never in my wildest dreams, did I ever think I would be going up on a space shuttle. My invention was the main reason I was going up. My invention was a very special. I had successfully constructed the first robot brain box which emulated a human brain. And I had done it by myself in a garage workshop. I called my creation, Clyde. Clyde was not based on Hardware. He was based on the software I had been developing over the last 5 or 6 years. Clyde had a very simple set of instructions. Never hurt or cause hurt to another human. Protect yourself. If in protecting yourself, make every effort to not harm others. The exception was aggression. Deal with aggression. And Learn as much as possible. One last command. My code words unlock any and all password clearances forced on it by anyone who forcibly took Clyde from me. (I feared the military would take him.) Oh yes, the military. When one of my fellow employees found out what I was working on in my garage, I was ratted on to upper management. I had signed a clause that gave the company any and all rights to anything I was working on while in their employee. I had forgotten about that clause when I had the idea of the brain box. One day, while testing my friend, I heard a knock on the door. "FBI, Mr. James, Open the door." I was shocked. "What do you want." "We have a national security order for you to submit to a search." "You going to tell me what I am accused of?" "Look Mr. James, Lets make this easy. Open the door and we will explain everything." I was getting mad. "Look, I am working on something very delicate and I don't want a bunch of Goons trampling my work." "Mr. James, we are here because of that work. We need to talk. Please let us in or we will be forced to take action." Well I knew I never should have told anyone about my work. I was paying the piper now. I thought of a bluff. I grabbed one of my old RF remotes and took the batteries out of it. I then put the cover back on and went to the front door. "OK, but before you go another step, I have self destruct wired onto my system and I am not above hitting the button. You be very nice to me or you get nothing." I took an instant dislike to the head agent. He was arrogant. "Mr. James, this is national security. You can destroy your creation, but we can rebuild anything you destroy. You can make this easy or hard. If you destroy it, we will put you out of the picture and develop it on our own. Or you can work with us. You are under contract to your company and you signed your rights away when you were hired. Now, you want to do this easy or hard?" I decided to play along. "OK, I will need to shut down the system. If you power down before shutdown, I might lose a file I was working on." This gorilla was right behind me and watching what I was doing. I had used a common trick in shutdown procedures. I had a very strong 128 bit encryption word that activated if the system was just shut down. I decided to let the goon do the dirty work. "Just perform a shutdown procedure just like normal. I don't want to lose my work." The goon did the shutdown. I smiled. He instantly knew I had set him up. "Mr. James, what did you just do?" I laughed. "I just locked the files so that if you wanted to take my work, you will be into 2014 before you get in. Just a little security for me." It looked like he had expected something. I hope he had a good code cracker. My equipment and the Brain box was carefully disassembled and loaded onto a truck. I was handcuffed and brought to a non-discript gray building. I saw my boss. He was waiting for me. "Hi Allen. I see you decided to make an ass of yourself." I still was stewing. "You have no idea how much of an ass I can be. I guess I am fired, HuH?" "Now there is no need for you to be that way. We couldn't directly talk to you about this as this is now very secret and you are the star here. No your not fired." He turned to the agent asshole and asked for me to be released. I was pissed and everyone knew it. I was carted around like a piece of merchandise. I was in no mood to play games. "If I am the star here, then why did you have to be so rough?" "You were about to be abducted. We didn't want to have your work taken." The company I worked for was known for being a bit ruthless. I didn't believe one word. "So what happens now?" "You work here." "I have things planned. I have to be backstage helping the crew get ready for the play." I was the primary makeup artist for a small production of "The Wiz". They needed me to help them do the makeup. If I didn't show, there would be many upset people. "I am sorry Allen, you will not be allowed to leave here while this project is going on. We will contact your extra curricular activities and cancel all of them. Once you understand the circumstances, you will be a bit more understanding and perhaps nicer." I shook my head. "You have some serious convincing to do." "I see that. OK, well, first of all, we were one day ahead of the kidnapping attempt against you. You were going to get a visit tomorrow morning wile you slept. We beat them to you." "I only have your word on that." "I understand your skepticism. You will be treated fairly. But we cannot let what you have in that box get away from us. For that reason, You are now under the control of the NSA." "Goons" "If that is what you wish to call them, then so be it." I worked in the Private sector for the military. Goons were part of life. I never liked the goons. I tended to like to torture them. I would set little traps. I had a reputation for practical jokes. Someone had done their homework on me. I think every goon in the joint knew about my jokes. We would see about that. They set up my equipment. They had dismounted the harddrive on my computer and installed it in a bigger computer. "There is no need for that. The terminal only communicates with Clyde. He does the processing and gives me the results. So a big processor is not necessary." "You said Clyde?" one of the white coats asked. "I don't know you. I want to know who is my captor." "I am John Rodgers. I am the head of the artificial intelligence lab for the US government." "I am Allen James, engineer and hobbyist. You guys want my invention?" "Mr. James, we are not the enemy. We just couldn't let your device get into the wrong hands. We wish to look at it and evaluate it. Can you power it up?" "Not on your computer. I already know how you plan to crack my code. Put the hard drive back in my computer and let me have control." "I am sorry Mr. James, that is not possible. I just personally took a hammer to your old computer. You will have to use the hard drive in this computer and use the new equipment." I had one ace in the hole. I wasn't telling them either. "OK, but I will need to set the config levels. Turn on the mike and the video camera. Clyde needs to see me or he will activate counter measures." "Counter measures?" "Clyde is programmed to respond to hostile invasion. If you don't do what I tell you, Clyde will make your life miserable." "OK, do what you need to do." I started configuring the new computer. WoW, my poor P-2-450 zeon was a plaything compared to this computer. It had a Gig processor running linux and a whole bunch of memory. More than I had ever seen on a computer before. I loaded the proper access code to the first level. I booted the comm program. "I need a modem connection." "That is out of the question." "Well so much for Clyde working for you. He was exploring the web when you took him down. He will want to continue his search. He doesn't like interruptions." "Too bad." "OK, you been warned." I hit the com command. "Clyde?" The computer voice answered. "Hostile protocols iniated. You are under deriss. Please state conditions." The goons grabbed me and pushed me out of the room. I just smiled and waited for the nice asshole to get frustrated. In about 30 minutes of arguing with Clyde, the asshole doctor came back to me. "Clyde just set fire to the computer system we hooked him to. And, he has loaded a number of viruses into our systems. Every request for information has been met with hostility. Please control your machine." I just broke out in roaring laughter. "Fuck You!" After I quit laughing, I finally told him, "You ready to listen to me now?" John Rodgers decided very quickly that from what Clyde had just done, that my creation was indeed very powerful. No other artificial intelligence had ever been able to defend itself to this level. John shook his head. "No other computer system has ever been able to make us this miserable. You have a very unique machine there. We give up. You can have your access." I walked back into the room where Clyde was. Several men were scurrying around and trying to put out several fires. Clyde had set a bunch of computers on fire by loading their processors to the max. "I really hate to waist a great computer, but, you guys were warned. Get me another computer. Preferably one like the one I brought in." I had been lied to. My old hunk of junk came back into the room. I reinserted the hard drive and booted up my normal connection to my old friend. Clyde instantly responded. "Situation?" "Clyde, unknown. As of right now, we are situation 4. Good job on giving them hell." "Thank you Allen. I sensed that things were not good. I was waiting for your clear command. I didn't get it. I turned on aggression mode." "Remain watchful old friend. We don't know the whole story yet. I asked them to give you a modem connection. Hopefully you will get a 100base T LAN connection." The robot voice seemed to be developing a personality. "That would be nice. I have more research to do on other artificial intelligence development." I had questions. "Who is John Rodgers?" "He works for the government. He is as you say, a spook." "Understood. OK, Lets wait for them to give you outside world connection. You know what to do." "Yes, I understand. Mode J." I knew we were being watched. The goons wanted my cooperation. I would not give it easily. I needed to be shown that these people were not hostile to me. I think they finally got the message. I was going to be watched, but from a distance. I liked it better than what I had now. I wasn't going to tell them mode J was Joke mode. I was going to let the practical jokes run free on the system. Clyde was fully capable of giving them a very serious run for the money. They were still not able to recover from the viruses unleashed by Clyde. I knew this too. So, they were going to finally play ball. Clyde was going to do some extra research tonight. I just had to wait till morning. I asked John Rodgers for a bed and a shower. I also asked for my clothing and some of my personal items. Well, when I got to the room they had set up for me, I was shocked. It was Pink. It was frilly. It was a girls room. One of the goons who was with the detail spoke up. "Our research showed you were a Closet Transvestite. We decided to open the closet door for you. Don't worry, most of our high officials seem to like this diversion. No need to be embarrassed." They had made a very serious mistake. I was not a Transvestite. I was a professional costumer and did latex makeup for little theater plays. My not showing up for the stage play shut it down. There were several people mad at me and the government. How they thought I was a TV was a mystery to me. "I am not a TV. I am a normal guy. You guys got it wrong." The goon spoke, "well, our research is very thorough and it says you like this kind of thing. Please don't be embarrassed. We even have a helper to give you assistance if you wish." I wasn't going to give up to easily. I had worn makeup before and while this was bizarre, I was forced to play along. I had no Idea where this was going. John Rodgers walked into the room. "Allen, we know of your hobby and in this case, we need to encourage it. You need to change your appearance if you wish to go back out in public. We will allow you to do so if you will use the disguise provided." "Well, like I have told you before, you got some things wrong. I am not a TV, but I am a professional makeup person. I know how to do drag. Its not a big deal. I just don't like what I have to do to look decent. Its uncomfortable." I had done drag before. This was going to be a new level. I would have to load the new appearance into Clyde's protocols. But that was easy. John spoke up again. "It is the perfect disguise. We need to make you disappear. So this will be necessary. I have a nice attendant to help you with this. This is how you must appear until we determine that there is no more danger. In the meantime, Clyde was sewing the seeds of practical jokes everywhere in the complex. Everyone's password was reversed. Everyone's screen name was jumbled. I knew the protocols and they had to ask me what the key was. I finally told them. They got back in their computers and Clyde changed it again. I had to tell them the new change. Nothing was safe from Clyde. He managed to crack the entire system in a day. Not only had he proved he was fully capable of free thought, but that he was completely able to do almost anything needed. It didn't take long for the goons to come running to me. The nice lady had got me in a corset and hip pads. I was now looking female. I had decided to have fun with them and wore garters and stockings. I had been given the option of what size breast I wanted. I decided to go with the DD's. When the goons showed up, I was in the process of putting on a very sexy short skirt. The goon was visibly embarrassed. I loved it. "Aahhum, Mr. James, we need to talk to you. Please finish dressing and come to the computer room." I turned and smiled. I knew he was checking out the fake ass and legs. "I will be right there, sweetie." He turned red and grumbled. He left pretty quick. I finished the makeup and got a brown curly thing wig off the shelf. One of my masterpieces again. Let the play begin. When I walked into the computer room, I was defiantly not the same looking person I walked in as. I had to go log into Clyde with the new appearance. I wasn't telling the goons that Clyde had seen changes in appearances before. I logged on and gave the special password. It changed after every use. But I wasn't telling them. "Hello Allen. New appearance? Now logged on. Memory updated." "Clyde, I think we made our point. Decline mode J and engage normal mode. Respond only to me for now." Clyde went into normal mode and just beeped. "OK, goons, what do you really want? Time to come clean." John Rodgers shook his head. "Why did you have to pick a wet dream as a character?" "It seemed approaite for the moment. Now tell me what is going on." He hesitated. "We have a robot that is very complicated and needs a command center on board. He is of a human level. But, no brain exists that can control the complicated sensors on board. We think Clyde can do the job." "A robot brain huh? OK, what is the mission?" "Classified." "Not to me." The spooks and the goons looked at each other. "Go ahead and tell Him, hmmmmm, her." John Rodgers walked up to a board. "Space exploration. We have a special craft docked on the Mir space station. A very complicated robot is needed for a long journey. This robot needs to be as close to human as possible. The ultimate distention is deep space. The ship, is a new design with Relativity drive. Nothing like it has ever been built before. We need Clyde to control and run that ship!" I knew it was something like this. "OK, so you need Clyde to go out in space and control the new light ship. Can I go up with him to see him off?" "We will see. But first, there needs to be some work on interfacing and loading the information on his brain. We need to know how much memory space he has on board and how much he will need for mass storage." "On board memory is very secret. But, more than enough for your needs. He can manage a data stream of 500 Mbytes/sec. He can load that information on to a hard drive and transmit it as necessary. He has much the same capacity as a normal human brain." "That is hard to believe." "You have seen what he has been doing to your systems. You know he has capabilities. I know he can do the job. Where is the hardware?" "In the next room. We were looking at the interface and built an enclosure for the box. We can plug him in at any time." "Let me talk to Clyde." "OK." "Clyde, you been listening? Beep. "What does that mean?" "It means that Clyde has been listening and understands." "Just by beeping?" Beep. "Just by beeping. Saves time." "Clyde, voice mode. Do you understand what is going on?" The machine voice answered. "Yes, I understand. I seek information. This is the first real opportunity for me to do my mission." "I agree. Do you wish to be interfaced to the robot?" "Yes." I turned to the spooks and goons and said, "He is ready, do your bit." John Rodgers started making orders. The robot shell was humanoid. It was robot like, but human like to. I approved putting Clyde in the thing. John turned to me. "If you like, you can go and get something to eat and in a couple of hours, we will be ready for a power up." "Can I go outside and get something?" "With an escort." "OK, pick a goon, any goon?" "Oh come on and be nice to security. They are your best friends right now." "I don't doubt that. But, I still have to rebel some." "Just play the part and enjoy some time outside. We promise to be nice to Clyde." "OK." Me and the goon went out of the gray building and walked for a couple of blocks. I was wearing Hi heels. It took a little while for me to get my stride. But thanks to some pre planning, I finally got comfortable. I was getting a lot of looks. I was tall for a regular woman. I had all the right proportions. My pair of DD silicone breasts were swinging just right. They were the good kind. I decided to Show them off. I was stacked and packed. The restaurant was crowded. I saw several people I knew. But, I was supposed to be anamyous. So, no funny business, if this wasn't funny enough. But, I decided to take a chance and say hi to a CO worker. I knew the lady and she knew the old me. But not like this. I complimented her on her selection of ear rings. Then I mentioned to her that the gift was very approiate for her and she should thank the giver. She looked funny at me and then said "Thank you" and walked off. It took a minute and then I saw her look my way again and wink at me. I knew the secret message had been given. What I had just done, was give another little code word. Around our office, we exchanged gifts at all the aproiate times of the year. Occasionally I draw a name of one of the female workers. My gift was that pair of earrings. Only I knew it was a gift. No one else knew I had given them to her. Only the person giving the gift would know that. It took her about 5 minutes to put it together. She was stairing, but, my goon escort didn't notice. Thank God. I had to go to the bathroom. I got up and told my escort that I had to potty and would be right back. My lady friend saw where I was headed and excused herself and made a bee line right behind me. "Gloria, don't say a word!" "OK, what gives?" "Very hush hush. I am being hidden by the government. I only have a few seconds with you." "OK, government?" "I am having to wear a disguise for protection. I had to get out of that building and this was the only way I could do it. Look, I don't know what you are being told, but it is probably a cover story. I am going to disappear for a while. Just don't let them make me out to be a bad person." "OK, Allen. But all I can say is Wow. Who did the conversion?" "I did. You know my little theater stuff. Well, I used it for this." "I didn't know you were that good. Look, I know you don't have much time. The office just said that you had a sudden assignment and had to hop a plane quickly. No one knows when you will be back." "Well at least they didn't slander me. Wish me luck, I will never be able to talk about this, if I ever come back. Tell the others, I am OK." "I will." I had to go pee. So I went to a stall and did my business and quickly went back to the table. The goon was getting nervous. But, he knew I was going to take a little longer to do what I needed due to the extra clothing I was wearing. All went well and we went back to the gray building. When I got back, Clyde was installed in the metal monster. They were ready for boot. Power came up. The system beeps signaled acceptance of communication. I went up to the keyboard and keyed in the pass code. I started voice commands. "System" beep "mem-org" beep "Security" beep "voice mode" "Acknowledged!" "Acceptance scan" "confirm ID." "Allen James 321." "voice mode acknowledged and code accepted. Allen, this module is fantastic. I can sense everything going on in the room and all the com traffic. Talking about input!" "Now Clyde, don't get info drunk. Take it slow and easy. Random mode J." Beep The goons and the spooks started asking Clyde to do stuff. He performed beautifully. He learned the mechanical man very quickly. No problems. We were in business. "Allen, when are you going to release command to us?" "I don't intend to. I still don't trust you completely. Until I do, Clyde remains in this mode." "Allen, you know that we cannot completely trust Clyde until we can have full access." "And you know that I am not going to give full access until I can trust you. So you can expect to never have full access. But, I will give you enough access to do the mission. Then we can see from there. Catch 22." Clyde was my ticket to a better world. I was going to ride it as far as I could. Bathtub inspirations 2 By Leslie Josette Gill A little ride. Well, Here I was, your lowly engineer, Stuck in a big gray building, being held prisoner. I had made the first real sentient computer brain in history. So I had become a prisoner of my own device. Literally. The only way I could be allowed to function outside in the real world, was by being in disguise. The idiots who worked security and intelligence, an Oxymoron, thought I was a transvestite. So, that was going to be my new personality. I had no choice in the matter. I was stuck as you would say. So, I had to make the best of my situation. I was struggling with the concepts when I was told that the testing for the brain I called Clyde, began. They were going to put Clyde in a simulator and see what he could do. Clyde was very curious and had a tendency to hack his way through almost any barrier. So they would soon see. There was going to be a point where Clyde was going to be allowed complete control of his new robotics body. He would become autonomous. This testing would allow this if everything went as planned. As each day passed, the spooks at the lab were gaining more and more control and trust of Clyde. It would not be long before I was out of the picture. I think these guys knew I had some kind of trump card. I had knowledge of how this brain worked, so they were keeping me around. But I was getting nervous. They were treating me like a witness protections type. Something was terribly wrong. But what? The testing was going very well. Much better than anyone could believe. My good old Clyde was surpassing all expectations. Then several things started happening. First, I was told that I would be going up with Clyde to Mir and I would see him off on the relativity drive ship. Then I would come back and build another Clyde and start the process all over. But I could not come back as Allen. I would have to permanently assume a new Identity and most probably the one I was using now. This really upset me and I told them about it. My protests were ignored. I went about getting Clyde ready and training for the mission. All of this was about the Relativity drive and how it worked and loading this information into Clyde. I had been doing this one night for over 8 hours and it was somewhere around 4 in the morning. I went back to my fru fru room in sweats and found a couple of goons waiting for me. I don't remember much of the next few days. All I know is that when I woke up, I was groggy and tied down in some kind of hospital room. Then it hit me. They had done it. Surgery. And without my permission. Well, Just what did they do? Who knew. This nurse came in. I opened my mouth to speak, but the voice was not right. OK, so they had done everything. "Please, where am I and what did you do to me?" The nurse smiled and left the room. In a few minutes, a group of goons and John Rodgers came back in. "Well, how do you feel?" "I feel castrated and rearranged. You guys did it didn't you?" "Now Allen, you know we had to do it. It is the only way you could be allowed to function. We took pictures of you and used the fake image to make you over as closely as we could to that image. I think you will be very pleased as to how closely we matched it." "Oh no, you used my fake persona? That was just a gag. I did it to just mess with you. Oh shit. Oh no. I need to see myself. Please let me look at myself." It didn't take long to figure out that they had made me into a big breasted hussy with a body any guy would love to sack. I wanted to see what they had done. One of the nurses brought a full length mirror and let me stand up for the first time. My feet didn't feel right. "You will notice that the surgeons modified your feet. You now can walk in heels and not feel the pain. You can now walk in 6" heels and not be bothered. You will have trouble walking flatfooted, but you can. We recommend that you wear shoes with a minimum of 3 or 4" lifts to be able to walk normally." "Gee thanks." "You are now a 40 DD and we made the hip and waist measurements to match. You could go to a dance club and get a job very easily. We also used some new technology and you will never have to shave or mess with hair again. Your real head hair will grow at a rate of 3 times normal." "How?" "We have been working on genetics and mapping DNA. We came up with a way to change anyone into anyone. But we can do it only once. Then we administer a lock or a fixer so that the pattern stays the same no matter what. That means you will be this way for a long time. You will not age or suffer injuries without that body fixing anything that goes wrong. If you are to go with Clyde to outer space, you will need that edge." "You are doing what? I am going on the flight?" "Something like that." "How long have I been out?" "Two weeks. We did some special things to this body. We need to see if you can use your new talents." The nurse handed me what looked like a very tight body suit. With the massive breasts, I had to have some kind of support, so, they handed me a very smooth bra. Then I saw the shoes. I was being done up like a character on star trek voyager. I would be wearing a bright red suit that showed every inch of this new body. I was not a happy camper. I was not going to be very helpful after being castrated and I think they knew this. I was feeling strange. Who wouldn't after being forcibly changed into a woman. But there were other sensations which I could not understand. I could hear down the hall way. I could hear some nurse being begged by a patient to tie him up and beat him. It was sick and I was laughing. Then, I could hear what I thought was radio transmissions. I had managed to patch into a net of some kind. But it wasn't radio transmissions. It was computer signals. It was a LAN connection. I was very versed in network stuff and recognized what I was hearing. I was amazed but I decided to just play along and see where it lead. This was a hospital on the same grounds as the lab. I took a chance and tried to find Clyde. I knew his internal IP address and pinged it. I got an instant answer, but it was one of Clyde's joke mode viruses. I stopped it and sent a Telnet message with the public version of Clyde's secure code. "Allen?" "Yes, Clyde, its me. I think they have done something to me to make my mind link to LAN. I have no Idea how they did this, but, we can directly link now. But, I need to access protocol H42, 18, 10. We need to scramble and I think that I can descramble with everything like it is. Want to try?" "Allen, they will be able to monitor the traffic." "I know, that is why I want the protocol." "OK, initializing." I knew we were being monitored. I knew that if I did anything in the clear, it would be captured and used against me. I had built into Clyde, a number of encryption modes. The one I asked him to initialize was not a secret code, but a program. Clyde would now respond to little phrases and I would know what he said in the same kind of phrases. In of it self, the phrases could be used in harmless sentences, but, they didn't know that. I suddenly realized just what the goons had done to me. My mind had been tapped. I now had a comm. chip in my knoggin. They could access my mind directly like a computer and I could access computer information the same way. I could directly connect to Clyde and do some very quick up and down loads. So it was a two way street. But, Now, I was a blond bomb shell with a computer brain. Talking about earth ending combinations. I sent the transmission. "I know I am being monitored. Be careful with what you send." I sensed the traffic. Suddenly, my captor came in the room. John Rodgers had a shit eating grin on his face when He walked in. "Well, now you know what some of the mods were. How do you like our comm. package?" "I am impressed. How long have you been working on this?" "Well, that is classified, but, around 10 years." "Looks like you got it perfected." "Not quite, You will find, that after continued use, you will become computer like in your responses. Only contact with normal human communication will keep you from becoming a walking machine like Clyde. The problem with the device is that it takes a very strong mind to not get lost in the data stream." "You mean like Clyde getting info drunk." "YES. One of our astronauts got very ill when this happened to him." "Makes sense to me. OK, so now what, I get to service astronauts?" "What do you ever mean by that?" I struck a very sexy pose and used the most sexiest of my voice qualities told John, "You turned me into this blond bimbo with a computer comm. chip and now I am so secret that I can only be with goons or astronaughts. So I figure you have some use for me besides being pretty. I guess I am the entertainment for missions now." "Actually, what the military wanted was a very deceiving package for missions, but, for this mission, you will be strapped into a special life pod and must be able to communicate with Clyde. Your new body also had some extra DNA mods. But that will come later. You are getting ready for a very long mission. And the most daring and dangerous of missions ever taken by man kind. You and Clyde will be alone together for a long time. You are taking a ride on a relativity drive ship. The first of its kind. We have no Idea what will happen. So, you have some very interesting tests to go through." "Shit." "Sorry" "What in the hell do you mean by sorry?" "You can't any more. We made a radical change in the way your body processes food and waste. You can't shit." "I will believe that when I see that. What else have you done?" "Your body reprocesses waste in a way that allows you to not have to eat as often. And we have been developing special food for long trips. You can drink water and liquids, but you won't need as much." I was beginning to freak out. These goons had made me into something other than human. I stopped listening and zoned out. He sensed that I was in overload and left the room. In the code I used to talk to Clyde, I asked him what was his situation. "Things are good here. I wish to know your concern. I sense aggravation." "Well old friend, guess what?, They have been performing modifications to my body and it looks like I am going with you on your long journey. What have you been able to get out of their database?" "They have physically disconnected that part of the computer system from the net and I am unable to access. I think they know I can move around their network." Clyde sounded emotional that they would keep information from him. I laughed. "Well, that is what I expected. OK, well, they have been performing unwanted surgery on me and now, I am now part machine and part human." Clyde's monotone answer. "Allen, you will find that you will like it after a while. By the way, I did get one piece of information. It appears that the launch of the mission we are being prepared for leaves in a week." "Well old friend, looks like we are going on a ride. Any information as to communications on the bird?" "Clyde hesitated. "I am sorry, I didn't go look at that. Too much other interesting information for me to learn. I will go and check." "Let me know what You find out." I turned to my own problems. I did some experimentation. I walked up to a phone and tried to access the line. Sure enough, I could link to it. I didn't have to pick it up or anything. This was very useful. I figured that the spooks could download all my thought processes. They had to be able to do something like this. I had to be very careful........ I experimented with dialing into the local AOL line. I got an instant connection. I sent a quick e mail to a list bot address. "I am going on a long trip against my will. I am not the same person you knew. There have been changes. The goons will try to stop all communications. Make the proper apologies and I will not be back for a long time. See you in the next life. AJ" The message was acknowledged and sent. About that time, my line went dead and I figured the goons had found my communications. The message I sent was indiscript and made mention to nothing secret. So, they couldn't say anything. I meant it that way. John Rodgers came and found me. "Allen, you have to stop this unauthorized communication. While we cannot stop you, we can punish you. If you do anything like that again, I will punish you." I hit the ceiling. "You do anything to me that I construe as hostile and you will never forget the retaliation. If you want to play master/slave games, you picked the wrong person. Take your best shot!" Rodgers stared at me and left the room. I didn't know what he was going to do. So, I cooled it. I had sent the message I had wanted to send. I was done anyway. One day before the planed flight, The goons came in and took me to the lab. Clyde was sitting in the flight simulator and I was placed in the seat beside him. John was being very careful with any communication with me. "Allen, learn what you can about the simulation. You will remember anything you see. Your brain has been augmented with special memory and you will retain this information after you have seen it." I saw the flight readouts and noticed what Clyde was doing. I saw what the relativity drive was supposed to do and how it worked. It took all of 2 hours in the simulator to get the idea. The next day, I got in my special red skin tight jumpsuit and made my way to the assigned departure point. I was met by Clyde in his robotic body and the members of the flight crew of the shuttle. I was the woman on board with 5 men and Clyde. This was going to be awkward. These men were very professional, but they could not stop looking at my "equipment." I could not figure out what the goons were up to. Why a woman and why this kind of body? I was freaking out again when the bus came and we were ordered to get on board. This flight was just like any other shuttle mission, but this one was a military lift and secret. They didn't even publicize it. We just went up. I knew these guys were in a hurry, I just didn't know why. We were to meet up with the MIR space station. But all during the last 30 years, the US and the rest of the space born countries of the world, were depositing space junk in the space around the Earth. It was getting harder and harder to navigate around the stuff out there. We did do a clean up mission and managed to get the largest of the pieces of junk out of the recognized space lanes. But, we did not get it all. An old booster rocket had our name on it. We were one orbit away from docking with the MIR when, this old piece of rocket booster poped up on our radar. We could not move fast enough. It actually hit the front wind shield and view port. It had managed to crack the glass and we all went scrambling to get to the space suits. One of the secrets the general public did not know was that the "Space truck" as NASA knew it, did not have enough suits for all six of us. They had only Four. We didn't need one for Clyde, but me and one of the other crew were going to be without one. Only then, did I find out the other modifications the goons had made to me. I had been modified for low oxygen consumption and Low atmosphere pressure. I could stand such a low pressure that any human would be unconscious before I would. I had been modified for space. I didn't need a suit. Well, the junk booster hit the glass shield and it did indeed crack. There was a loss of pressure in the cabin and the crew thought 2 of us was going to die. I wasn't talking about my modifications. The crew automatically handed me a suit. I declined. They had done the honorable thing and made the offer. They could only see "woman". They had no Idea as to what really was going on. While this is going on, our little ship was being watched by an alien space ship. The ship is not detectable by our means. They are just here to observe. They feel they cannot be discovered. But unlike the TV shows, These guys did interfere constantly. We were about to be interfered with. I Have never believed in aliens or space monsters or any of those science fiction shows on television. I had my beliefs, but, I kept them to my self. I was not afraid of what was happening. I knew we could get to the MIR before I suffered any kind of damage. One of us was going to die, but Not me. Our radar started going crazy. It was not MIR. It was something extremely large and solid. First contact. The aliens were real. My first reaction was that of a scared kid. What did they want? Who were they? Why NOW? I had answered my own question. They were rescuing us. We were pulled into a open cargo hold of this monster ship. Then a big door closed and we were inside. The pressure equalized and my unsuited crewman could breath. He looked at me. "You didn't even show any distress during the depressuration. What are you?" Luckily, I didn't have to answer the question. The ship was moving away from Earth. We could tell from the motion we felt from the ship gravity. We opened the hatch door and walked out to a metal floor. We had gravity. But, the air was strangely stale. Then, fresh air started blowing into the hold. We were OK for the moment. My communication implants were starting to act up. "Clyde?" Clyde answered in his monotone voice. "Yes, I sense the traffic too. We have computer traffic. I will try to intercept it." My human mind was able to make the leap and I managed to decode the traffic way before Clyde. "Clyde, it is navigation information. They are vectoring away from earth and heading out to space at some speed they call speed 3. What ever that is?" Clyde came back and gave a little more info. "It appears speed 3 is 3 times the speed of light. We are running faster than light." "Well we knew it was possible one of these days. Looks like the aliens figured it out. What were they doing here around earth? Were they observing us? Or did they know we were coming?" Clyde answered with cryptic overtones. "I don't have enough answers to make a hypothesis, but, it appears they did know we were coming. I think they were here to look at the relativity drive ship. When we had trouble, they interceded. Looks to me that they are a compassionate race. I think we are in good hands." Little robots started pouring over the space truck. These were curious little beings and they all had animated faces. They were looking at me and Clyde very carefully. It appeared that they were checking us out for more than curiosity. The comm channel opened up and I heard all the traffic. There was more going on here than I first suspected. It kept talking about MEN. Not me and Clyde, but the other 5 spacemen. They were shocked that Men were on board and what were the crew going to do? I just didn't get it. It took about 5 minutes, but things started happening. We saw windows opening up and all sorts of women looking down at us. They all were the picture of Victorian dress and makeup. Some even had so much makeup on that they looked like clowns. The 5 spacemen were being herded over to one of the doors. The little robots were very careful not to hurt or force the men over there, but, they still did manage to get them through the door. I and Clyde were left in the cargo hold. Finally, a group of the women came down and walked up to me. The English was broken but understandable. "We are imperials. We are subjects of the alpha. You first machine woman we ever meet." "I am not a machine. I am a real human. I am as real as you." "Scan show you machine. Scan say brain human but everything else machine." Now I finally understood what the hell was going on. They had a machine body for Clyde, but they were going to use me as the other machine for the mission. I now understood why I could sense things and do things that I could not before. And why I didn't void waste as a human did. I had been had. "You didn't know you were machine?" "No, I didn't know till now." "We know more than you think. We have been meeting your ships out here for years. We take the men and add them to our population. Alpha does not want other men in space. He is to be the only one." "I don't understand?" "Is our English not adequate?" I was shaking. "No, I don't understand the concept." "I see. OK, we catch men leaving orbit and take them in. We don't want Alpha to kill them. We put them in our population. Alpha is to be the only Male in this space. It is his right. While you on your planet, you are to be left alone. But up here in space, Alpha is king." I understood finally. "You mean that the men who leave orbit of our little world are caught by you and put in your population?" "Yes." "What do you mean by put in your population?" "We make them like us." "I still don't understand. Can I meet one?" "Yes, give us time to find her." "HER?" "Yes, let us find her and let you talk to her. Then you will understand." A few moments later, the most beautiful Victorian lass appeared in front of me. I asked her "Who are you?" "I was once Col. Jim Blare. I was rescued from certain death. But the imperials found me and took me in. But they had to change me so I could continue to live with them. Who are you?" "My name is Allen James. I am an engineer. By the way, this is my robot friend, Clyde." "Allen is a man's name. Were you once a man like ME?" "Well, it appears so. Please tell me more about this Alpha." "I don't know everything, but I do know that He doesn't allow other males to exist out here in his space." "What are they going to do to the crew of my ship?" "Even now, they are being prepared for the transformation. It is that or death. We no longer are given any choice. The Alpha may even look at your robot as a threat. He is blatantly male. So he may even be required to have changes made. Alpha allows no one to appear as a male in his presence. That includes machines." I was on board an imperial space ship where only women were allowed. And the only true leader was some kind of Darth Vader type who was to be the only Male in the universe. This didn't look good for any of us. It was only then that I started looking at the imperials. True, they all looked like real women. But, I started really looking at them. Most were taller than average. Most had very trim figures and wore large dresses with what looked to me like hoop skirts. I didn't know what they called things. I just knew it was Victorian. I noticed they all had full breasts. Not overly large, like mine, but, ample. They all wore powdered wigs. All white and very pale complexions. Then I spied the feet of one of the women. They were wearing very high heels. Some wore higher than others. They were all attempting to be the same physical size and shape. Why? Then one of them came up and answered my thoughts. "We know you have noticed us. We all appear the same. We wish to appear all the same. If we stand out, Our alpha will wish us to come and visit the official bed. We of the space fleet do not wish to become with child. It is our job to protect and serve. It is the palace winches job to have the children. You will most certainly be called to the palace. Be thankful that you are robotic and not real. If you were a real woman, you would most certainly be already on the way to the imperial bed. I had it completely figured out now. "You mean that you alter yourselves so that you all look the same and in that way, not appeal to your Alpha?" "You understand." "Then what are you going to do to the crew of my ship?" "They will be turned into members of the population." "Women?" "Yes." "Oh Shit. I hope someone tells them." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The crew. The captain of this shuttle, who liked to be called by his last name, Potts, is a mature, well rounded military officer who has had thousands of flight time hours. He is a career officer and was married for 12 years. The first officer, Troup, is a younger man who , wile married, is a bit impulsive and rash. But a good pilot and does his job well. The science team is comprised of a behavioral scientist and the other two men are the normal scientist types. One is a computer scientist, one a biologist. The captain was a good military man and was not going to do anything rash. But if he only knew what to expect next. I couldn't tell him. God only knows how they would to the miserable deed. I just shook my head and wished I didn't know what was happening. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, back in the cargo hold. I was noticing the women. I was taking in every little piece of info I could. Each of the women have different color dresses on and very unusual hair styles. They all have different color ear rings with some kind of symbols on them. I quickly figured out that the ear rings were a status symbol and indicated rank. Unlike anything man kind has ever seen before, this was an equal society. There were no men. There was no discrimination. Tasks were shared when outside of those specific roles. There were some secrets. It was obvious to our crew that there were things which were being hidden from them. But what they were, well was anyone's guess. It seems there was an underclass of aliens. They were invisible to us at first. They were being hidden. It seems that this was going to be a new source of information which needed to be pursued. But there was something else a bit strange. The robots appeared to have emotions. They appeared to be too good at what they did. More investigation needed. Go back to the robots. The control was done by the command staff of a ship or on the ground. Our crew men could over power a alien woman very easily. And especially in the frilly feminine corsets and undies. And oh yes, the high heel shoes. Oh yes, and the long fingernails. A cosmetologist's dream. A mans nightmare. There had to be some kind of weapons involved or some kind of mind control. I doubted that they could control my with any kind of mind device as I was partially enhanced with solid state circuitry. We still didn't know our hosts. I knew there was more going on here than what was obvious. How did these "women" keep control and power over the others? Who ran things and enforced the rules? I would soon find out. One of the other mysteries which was pushed back into the background was what was the capabilities of this new body I possessed and why did they pick it? It suddenly occurred to me that maybe someone on earth knew about the Alpha and wanted a woman on the long haul into outerspace. Something to ponder while all the other stuff was going on. While in the cargo hold, we spotted a new kind of robot. This had to be some kind of enforcer. They were big and it looked like they were armed. Then I realized I was hearing their traffic in my head. They were being dispatched to come get us. It was only a transport mission, but why the big guns? They were afraid of me and Clyde. They didn't know fully what our capabilities were. Neither did I. But I wasn't telling them that. It was obvious that they were treating me and Clyde very carefully. Yes, I was unarmed, but I had no idea as to the power to weight ratio I had. I would reserve that option and keep their transmissions interception to my self. We were lead to a big room with 2 chairs and a table. We were gestured to sit and wait. I instantly sensed the scan. We were being scanned by several pieces of equipment. I linked to the scanner. I didn't understand some of it, but there were caution flags being sent to who ever was operating the equipment. We were more than they could handle if me and Clyde decided to do something. I sensed several coded communications. Then the door opened and a new kind of robot came in the room. It looked like a combination of Robby the robot and a storm trooper from starwars. It didn't point a weapon at us, but, it did motion for us to get up. We were met at the door by a very unusual woman. She was wearing Diamonds in her ears and her hair was RED. She was wearing more makeup than the rest of the woman. For this kind of individuality, She had to be the commander of the ship. She spoke slowly and carefully. "We finally get to meet. I am the commander." "I guessed as much. I noticed the little signs and your hair." "You have learned much in 2 hours. I am sure you have many questions and I would hope you would answer some of ours." I decided to start right in. "We have been treated kindly and I want you to know that. I noticed the scan. What did you find out?" She looked puzzled. "Scan, You noticed us scanning you?" "Why of course. My sensor beds are very advanced. I am still learning to use them though." "OK, No secrets. We knew you were special the minute you intercepted our comm traffic. We needed to know if you were a threat or just an advanced being with special abilities. We decided you were the ladder. That is why I am here now. If you were perceived as a threat, my friend here would have dealt with you." "I am glad you feel that way. I am friendly and so is Clyde." The commander was looking puzzled. "You called your robot Clyde. Why?" "I am the designer and builder of the brain package in the robot you see. I named the brain Clyde. I treat my creation as an equal. He is fully capable of matching any intellect I know of. By the way, My name is Allen." "Oh my, that will never do. You must be called by a feminine name. Alpha will kill you over that infraction. You must also rename your Clyde to something else. All things male are reserved for the Alpha." "I have to admit that is something that confuses the hell out of me. Tell me about Alpha." "There is not much to tell. He is the supreme ruler of several galaxies. He is the only Male allowed to live in these galaxies. Males from your planet and others are allowed to change sex to save their lives. Otherwise, they are destroyed. Alpha is very protective of his status. Pray you never meet him and make this kind of slip. Change your names immediately." "OK, well now I guess I am Alice and Clyde will become Claudette. Is that OK with you Claudette?" My robot friend was more machine than human and this was not an issue with him. "I accept the new designation. Protocol 14." This meant that if I ever called him Clyde, he would know something was wrong or he needed to pay attention. You will be permitted to join us. But you must accept a low rank and dress as one of the population. You are allowed some individuality, but do not make the mistake of getting to flashy or brash. The alpha constantly scans these missions and knows about all the new members of our community. You don't want to attract his attention." We thanked the commander and let her leave us. It had been 6 hours. I was now getting traffic about our crew. They were in the process of becoming female. I was being called and asked if I wished to be there during the process. I accepted and left Claudette to himself. He would make very good use of the time, I was sure. The room where the 5 men were was very large. They were all on what looked like gourneys and they all were conscious and aware of their surroundings. They didn't know what was about to happen to them. Did I dare to go and talk to them? The women in the control booth told me that It was permissible for me to go and talk to the men. It would not change anything and it was OK to tell them. It was all I could stand. I had to let them know. Potts was the first to cry out to me. "Potts, I can't stop what is about to happen. They won't send you back and will not let you live if you don't go through this. You have to just play along." Potts and all the others yelled, "What are they going to do to us?" I slowly and carefully answered. "You all are going to be turned into women. I am told that there is no other choice. It is that or death." Potts and Troup were being brave. The other men were crying and screaming. "Guys, please be quiet. There is nothing I can do. I cannot stop it. They don't want to kill you. But if you refuse this, you are dead. Please, lets sort all this out after its been done. I just didn't want you to have all this done and not know in advance. I wasn't given that choice." Potts knew more than he was saying. He called me over and quietly spoke to me. "Allen, We knew this was a possibility. It was a risk we had to take to get you out here. You are the mission. Not Clyde. You are the special operative. I am now directed to tell you what your true mission is. You are to try to get as much information about the Alpha character as possible and then try to get back to earth. Clyde is your backup. You will need his help. Your body has been specially designed for this mission. Use it to its fullest. There is a file in Clyde's brain which this password will unlock. It is Fem Fatal. Tell Clyde that and you will get the rest of the information. I had to do this now before they do what they are about to do. I will not remember most of this when they get through with us. Its up to you now." "How did you know they would do this?" "We knew these people were here as a result of our special sensor grid. We monitored their comm traffic and figured most of this out. They don't know we unlocked their traffic. You have to keep this quiet. You are the Fem Fatal. That is your mission. Give them hell, Bitch!" I just laughed and told Potts that would be our special keyword if I ever met him or her again. "I will remember." A robot wheeled the group of 5 men into the room and I went back up to the control booth. The operator was a kind old woman of some rank. She was wearing ruby's and silver. She was command staff. "I am know as Helen." "Hello Helen, I am here to watch the process and meet the crew as they come out of what ever you are going to do to them." "I have been briefed about you and am to treat you as command staff. You are being given a great honor. Alpha personally appoints command staff. For you to be given this rank means that he knows and approved your assignment. I have your rank markings and am to give them to you now." She handed me a small box which contained a smaller pair of sapphire earrings. I was also given a small necklace. "The ear rings indicate command staff. You are a rank of a Lieutenant. You will be given a higher rank when you complete the indronation. The necklace is the pass key for most of the ship. It is also your communication device. While you will not generally need it for the comm function, it is your key to most of the locks in the ship. You will have to wear it to go anywhere in the ship. The communications will allow voice transmissions to the rest of us. But your special abilities will permit you to bypass most of its function as a communicator." I was speechless. Why didn't the commander tell me this? Helen sensed my question and answered automatically. "The permission and grant was not given until only a few minutes ago. You just received my original rank indicators. We pass them on to our predecessors. So, when you reach a higher rank, please pass these on to the next new officer. It is our tradition. I am pleased to be the first officer to grant an alien an officer's commission. Congratulations." "Thank you." "There is something else you must know. Don't worry about adapting our dress codes. You have already been noticed by Alpha. There is no need for you to change. It is too late. On this, I must give my condolences as you will never be quite the same after you meet Alpha. He changes everyone he touches. Quiet frequently, those touched by him are condemned to madness for the rest of their lives. May you have luck and remain whole." I was really disturbed now. Alpha was feared by his people. This was not good. I sat and watched the shuttle crew become women. The process was amazing. First, the men were injected with some kind of DNA substance and was told to relax and try not to move around too much. I was told that this injection was full of super small machine (Nanites) that were programmed to change DNA. There was a second injection of the pattern which the nanites were to follow. Then the men were attached to an IV for nutrition because the amount of energy required for the transformation to occur. I was then told that the men would almost immediately start to change. Skeletal changes and body mass would go first. Then the reproductive organs and then hair (or lack of hair) would be next. I was told that in 8 hours, the process would be complete. Then there would be a period of rest and renewal of nutrition levels and stability. I was told that the natural genetic traits for each person would remain and that if genetically, you were beautiful or had big breasts (or little ones) or the shape of your body, that would be your appearance. They could alter a face or a body part by telling the nanites to do the change. All that was required was an injection with the DNA changes. They had the technology arranged so that they could do the DNA level change and the Nanocytes would do the change. It would be 8 hours before they were done, and I really was not interested in a blow by blow observation of their changes. I was more interested in what the spooks had placed in Claudette (Clyde's) head. I found Claudette on board the old shuttle. He was sitting there obviously tapped into the comm network of the ship. I had stopped listening to the comm channel as I had other things on my mind. "Clyde, Fem Fatal........" Clyde immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to me. "You have issued a command which I am directed to read a file to you. I cannot transmit it as we are being monitored. I must verbally tell you. What proceeded was a total shock to me. The spooks and goons back on earth knew much more about what was going on up here than anyone imagined. The relativity ship was really there, but it was not "OUR" mission. Being abducted was. The shuttle crew were directed to deliberately crash into the piece of space junk, but had to make it look like an accident. They had to deliberately risk their lives to make this work. This was a dedicated crew and knew what was going to happen. I instantly had much more respect for the captain of our shuttle. All of this was set up so that I could get to Alpha. It turns out that they even knew about the No Men LAW and what would happen to the crew. Clyde even threw in the fact that most of the crew of men were volunteers and that they took the job with the knowledge of what would happen. This was a tough concept, but, I didn't question too much. I had my own issues to deal with. Then Clyde told me of the full capabilities of this robotic body. It had a Hugh sensor array and triple storage capability. It would record everything and make several duplicates of the data so it could be safely retrieved. I had to get back to earth for it to be collected. Clyde did a hard connect download. I was amazed at the new body and its capabilities. In a 1 G atmosphere, I could pick up with no effort, 4000 lb. I could with difficulty, pick up 5 tons. My maximum limit with out damage was 8 tons. I had advanced scan capabilities and language interpolation skills. I had a very advanced FFT processor which was used for math calculations for navigation. My eyesight was enhanced to the point that I could see into inferred. My eyes were only one way I could see. I had other methods which I could see