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Doc's Complex 27 - The Man With 1,000 Brains by Lee Most Copyright 2012 by Lee Most -------------------------------------------------------------- Synopsis: Chapter 27 of the FMNaNoWriMo challenge novel "Doc's Complex," in which Lilyan tells Berrry more of Doc's story is told while he dresses up as a nurse for her. She uses a shrink ray on him, traps him in his own clothing, and then plays with him in bed, but it's not what you (or he) thinks that means. Categories and key words describe only this chapter. I'm concentrating on writing now, so I won't edit mistakes or respond to any reviews until December. -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 27 - The Man With 1,000 Brains Several of the men and women who had not paired up were sitting around the living room. Berrry wanted Lilyan to continue telling him Doc's story. It seemed that the more he learned about the mad scientist who ran the Complex, the more questions he had. Lilyan, on the other hand was watching Barbie Doll sitting in the lap of Pansy Pond in a big armchair across from the couch where she sat. "Okay, so let's see if I can remember everything about Doc that I've learned: He wants everyone in the world to be an intelligent, buxom, sexy, beautiful girl, mainly due to his fixation on his nanny, who was all of those things. She also had super-high arches and could be comfortable only in shoes like these," he glanced down at the six-inch-high heels he felt so comfortable in since his body was Changed, "so that's the kind of feet we ended up having when we got Changed by his machines." "Yes," said the bigger-breasted blonde, "that's part of the 'sexy' in the definition." "I also know that he was not a very attractive man." Lilyan barked, "Ha! He told me he used to be an 'ugly, twisted, malformed dwarf of a man who hated almost everyone else in the world' until he realized that he could change them all for the better." "Yes, uh, wow. And he wanted to change them all for the better by making them all into beautiful, sexy, busty, smart women." "...Or men who look and act like them. Now you've got it. Look at how well you turned out. Only two or three billion more men to become beautiful, sexy women, and who knows how many we will need to change to make them intelligent. We've got lifetime jobs, you know!" Berrry did not agree with Doc's goals. He particularly disliked looking like a woman himself, and doubted that the majority of men would want all men to look like he did now. For that matter, he doubted that the majority of women would welcome a world with no visible males, either. When he had been told that he would have to look like a woman to leave the Changing Room, and he had to choose what he would look like, he had chosen the smallest breasts the Changing Machine would allow, the largest waist, and the smallest hips. In spite of his efforts to be as masculine as possible, his measurements of 37-26-34 would have rivaled those of any centerfold girl, and she would have been less comfortable in his five-inch heels. "I wish she had offered me a choice about that!" he thought now. He wore a 34C bra, he had shoulder-length blond hair, and he had the smooth, soft, practically hairless skin of a female. "I want to look at a figure like this, to fondle it, not to wear it," he thought. "But if I'm going to find out what I'm up against, I'll have to do what Lilyan wants or she won't talk to me anymore." He asked her, "You also told me that Doc learned how to transfer a mind from one body to another, so how..." "I've spent a lot of time," she interrupted, "telling you all about Doc, and it may be helping you in some way, but it's doing absolutely nothing for me. How about you dress up in some lingerie or a sexy costume or a uniform to entertain me while I'm satisfying your curiosity?" She pointed at the hallway, and when he followed her into her bedroom, she told him to go to the clothes dispenser. "Go pick a uniform," she told him, so he went and scrolled through the choices in the clothing dispenser. Each item had a picture showing the uniform on his figure, so he knew exactly what they would look like. Policewoman, nurse, doctor, mailwoman, waitress, maid, airline stewardess, chef, secretary, Playboy Bunny, sailor, schoolgirl, lifeguard, hippie chick, businesswoman, ice cream truck driver, firewoman, not to mention all the sports uniforms like those for tennis and track, and other, male-only sports that the Complex people had adapted to their female-only society like baseball uniforms with form- fitting tops and skintight short-shorts, and the leotards with leggings and shoulder pads for American-style football; the choices seemed endless. "All the skirts are so short," he thought. "All the necklines are so low! These aren't uniforms; they're costumes!" He finally closed his eyes, hit direction buttons at random and put his long-nailed forefinger on the screen. He opened his eyes. "Nurse," he said over his shoulder. "Oh, good choice!" Lilyan She waited until he was naked and putting on the white panties with a Genital Negator stuck inside before she began telling him what he wanted to know. Like the first time he used one, he expected his genitals to feel something cold when they came in contact with the Negator, but instead they sank into it as if it did not exist, and he stopped feeling anything at all from that part of his body, as if it no longer existed. Lilyan sat with her legs stretched out on her bed, her back propped on a pile of pillows. Watching her reluctantly put on women's clothing for the second time that day, for the second time in his life, in fact, she smiled and asked, "What do you want to know?" "Well, Doc only liked women, and he had the ability to put his mind into the body of a woman, so why didn't he just do that instead of changing us men into women?" "Oh, he did!" She watched with amusement as Berrry distastefully picked up a white bra, and looked at it with a frown before putting it on (without a single fumble) as she continued, "It was in the 1860s, while your country was fighting itself in that masturbatory war. Doc found a very pretty girl in a mental asylum who was completely mindless. She could be led anywhere, could walk and eat as long as they told her exactly what to do, but when they stopped giving her instructions, she stopped moving." Berrry pulled a silky nylon half-slip up his legs and arranged it around his waist with such a distasteful expression that Lilyan almost laughed aloud. "So, Doc arranged with the head of the asylum to try a radical cure. The girl had no family, and so the director told her to go for it. Doc had a staff of about fifty Girls by then, and it was easy for them to set up some of his equipment in an unused room, bring the girl in, and empty her brain of what little mind it had." Sitting on the foot of her bed Berrry picked up the opaque white panty hose between two fingers and unfolded it with thumb and forefinger of the other hand as if unfolding used toilet paper. Lilyan then saw her gather up the legs of the hose, lie back, and thrust both feet at once into the hose, pulling up both legs in one well-coordinated motion of hands and legs. "I'll have to try that," she thought with admiration. "In his eagerness to get this over with, he came up with a faster way to put on pantyhose!" Aloud, she continued, "His Girls put a helmet on the mindless girl's head and one on Doc's head, and flicked a switch. An hour later, both he and the girl simultaneously sat up, raised their hands, and removed their helmets. Something had gone wrong, and Doc's mind had been copied to her brain, but had not been erased from his old body. I Listened to the mindtape one of the Girls made later, and the two of them were a sight. That eighty-year-old ugly shrunken man and the tall beautiful teenage girl moving in unison without looking at each other, talking in chorus, giving orders about packing up the equipment, and then going to see the asylum's director together." Berrry stepped into the white dress, pulled it over his rounded hips, and thrust his arms through the short sleeves. He started at the bottom button and began fastening the front of the dress together. Lilyan could not resist teasing her, "Those long nails would make that almost impossible for most men, but you do it as if you've had pretty, feminine nails all your life!" She laughed as his eyes threw invisible daggers at her, and again as he replied in his sweet, little-girl voice. "Why, thank you, Lilyan. I've only ever had nails this long for a few hours in my whole life! Do go on, please!" "Alright. The director said no one would stop the girl if she dressed herself and walked out of her own volition, especially since Doc had offered to help her financially and had brought along so many chaperones. Indeed, they would like him to try his technique on several other patients there. "When they returned to Doc's estate, Doc experimented for some time with the additional mental capacity that having an extra brain provided. You see, he found that with the two brains connected telepathically, he had four times his usual mental capacity. Already a genius, he now could outthink anyone else in the world." She watched Berrry bend over to tie his shoes. His feet required high heels to be comfortable, so the lace-up white nurse's shoes he was putting on had heels an inch wide and thick, and four inches tall. He turned his head and said, "So that's his secret, then? He's a man with two brains?" "Oh no, Berrry! No, Doc is a man with a thousand brains!" He froze. He stopped tying his shoelaces; he looked at her without blinking, his breasts hanging down and his waist compressed by all those buttons. After waiting for Berrry to say something, she casually said, "You look good in that position. It makes your tiny tits look a size larger than they are." That brought his brain into gear! He sat up and said, "A thousand brains!" "That's Doc for you. It took almost forty years of planning, investing, manipulating, and changing the lives of other people. She knew her old body was failing, so she hooked it up to the same kinds of equipment that kept all her animal controllers going. She became extremely rich by seeing investment possibilities no one without two brains could appreciate. She did not invent the commodities exchange market, but she could predict which futures to buy or sell with amazing success. Don't forget the cap." Berrry picked up the nurse's cap and turned it over and over, trying to figure out how to wear it. The Changing Machine had implanted knowledge of how to do basic things like how to do things with long-nailed fingers, how to choose and wear clothing that would fit his female curves, and how to put his longer hair into various attractive styles. Berrry had not yet had an opportunity to find out, but his new knowledge had replaced similar skills he had used before the Change. If he cut his nails, he would have found himself clumsily doing a dozen different things without those extensions of his fingertips, from typing to cleaning his ears to buttoning his shirt. He would automatically wipe himself after sitting down to pee, but he did not know how to piss standing up anymore; in fact it would not even occur to him to try such a thing. He would always put his hands under him and sweep his skirt towards the edge of a chair when sitting down, but he no longer knew how to pull down the zipper in the front of a pair of men's trousers and take his penis out through the opening in a pair of men's briefs. He could put on makeup without thinking about much more than which colors to use and what effect he would like to have on people who saw him, but the knowledge of how to use the razor he had shaved with every morning since his father had first shown him how was now lost to him. The nurse's cap was not part of that new knowledge. As strange to him as it was to Lilyan, it took both of them several minutes to get it onto his head and pinned into his hair. Then, she told him she thought a nurse would wear her long hair up in a bun, so he had to take off the cap to do that, and then put it on again. Lilyan had never seen a real man before today -- at least not as long as she continued to ignore that other self, cowering in that dark corner of her mind. It also thought of itself as a "man," but it feared both her disdain for it and her certainty that she would happily delete it, its memories, and all evidence of its existence if it tried to interfere with her in any way kept the cowardly thing cringing in the corner. If that was a "man" then they were worth as little as everyone said they were. It was a fun game to play on this she-male's fears of losing what little remained about her "manliness." "Doc found that while she still detested men, men were irresistibly attracted to her. At first she turned them away, but then she found she could manipulate them, get them to volunteer for her experiments, to be human guinea pigs and let her do whatever she wanted to them, so she did. "The experiment that produced the most useful results created a sort of organic computer with incredible speed and capacity. She and her girls emptied the personalities from seven men's brains and linked them all together. Figuring that his two brains combined into a mind with the square of the number of brains, then seven brains connected together would have 49 times the computing power of one. Sure enough, the resulting computer was easily that much more powerful than his own mind. Doc and his Girls used it to investigate aspects of human biology that your Real World scientists are still struggling to figure out. Do you know what DNA is?" Berrry did not KNOW what it was, but everyone had seen the pictures of the double helix. He decided to fake it. "Sure. The building block of life. It's a long molecule that looks like a double helix, and is made of four different chemical groups repeated in different ways." Lilyan was impressed, "So do you know how to change the DNA in human cells to make a male become a female?" Berrry stared at her. "What? That's impossible!" "Of course it isn't! Look at yourself. You look different than you did this morning, right? You even sound different, I expect." He stared down. "Yeah," he said uncertainly. He put his hand on his throat as if noticing for the first time that he now spoke in a different register. "But that machine was moving things around. It wasn't changing my DNA." She smiled and tilted her head. "Why do you think it didn't?" "It didn't have time. There are trillions of cells in my body. There's no way it could have changed them all!" "That's true," she said, "but it didn't have to. A Changing Machine does move things around, but it also initiates long-term Changes so your body will maintain your new appearance. Your DNA was changed in a tiny way so as your body replaces old cells with new ones, the new ones will match your new appearance. The new DNA is always made into a dominant gene, as well, so if you make yourself look like you did and don't change your DNA back, any children you have will have straight blond hair, a 34C bra size, a small waist, and feel comfortable in shoes like that." Berrry laughed nervously, "You mean any girl children I have would have those features, right? I mean boys don't have breasts or wear high heels, right?" Her answer terrified him more than anything else that had happened that day. She laughed! "Oh, that! Doc separated the female secondary sex characteristics from the chromosomes that determine sex even before she learned how to make men into women. Not only will all your kids look like beautiful women, but they won't have to wait for puberty. I had to start wearing a bra when I was four. I think it was a size 18C." Berrry stared at her, trying to comprehend the implications of boy and girl toddlers in nursery schools who looked like miniature Playboy Playmates. His voice shaking, he asked, "When did Doc start turning men into women?" Lilyan knew she had struck a nerve in her boy-girl toy, but did not know what she had said that did it. She was telling Berrry of things that had happened in the previous century, so how could it still be shocking today? "She kept having problems at first, so it took about ten years. I could ask, but I'd guess around 1875 give or take a couple of years. Once she'd figured it out, she transformed all the rest of her lovers at once. The problem was that then it wasn't just her attracting men, it was everyone in their whole community. The men were told they could stay if they became women, or leave and forget everything about the place, and most of them chose to stay. Even the ones who left often found themselves following another of Doc's Girls home, and having to make that same choice again." She laughed, "There was one guy who fell in love every market day, followed one of the Girls home, and always chose to forget her and the community rather than lose his precious 'manhood,' whatever that is. Next week he'd be back again. It went on for years." "What happened to him?" "He got old. When it became a choice of dying as an old man or living as a young woman, suddenly his 'manhood' stopped being so important to him. Spin around. You should have something in your hands, like a clipboard or some medical device. Oh!" She rolled off the bed and went to her vanity table. She quickly entered something and a few seconds later she came to Berrry with a rod or scepter. "That doesn't look like a medical device," he said. "It isn't. It's a shrink ray. I've been meaning to get one and you are the perfect excuse. Watch this!" "A shrink ray?" Berrry thought, "I can't stop her from using it on me. I wonder how small I'll become." She used it like a flashlight to shine a blue beam all over Berrry. He waited for her to grow taller as he shrank, but nothing happened to his body at all. No, but his clothes began to tighten as they shrank down in size, his bra squeezing his breasts so tightly that they seemed like balloons slowly expanding up and out of his neckline. His dress also compressed them, pushing them together until they bulged up and out, and their skin was stretched so taut that it looked like shiny plastic. The dress shrank around his waist so much that he could not press his stomach out, and the buttons strained at their buttonholes. The skirt first clung to his hips and butt and upper thighs, and then compressed more and more, combining with his pantyhose to squeeze everything from his waist to his toes. It only stopped tightening when his clothing was so tightly pressed against his body that his skin felt hard. "Isn't that the weirdest sensation? It's like bondage and a good corset and a hug everywhere at once!" Lilyan circled Berrry, watching the process until it was complete. "Now feel this." She lightly ran her fingernails town his leg from his hip to his ankles, and he jumped three feet into the air! It was like every nerve had increased its sensitivity by a factor of ten! His shrunken clothing was much less flexible -- he could not bend his knees, for instance -- but he could still move. Even moving caused new sensations to travel in interesting, delicious ways through his compressed flesh. "You need gloves," she said. She disappeared and returned moments later with kid leather opera gloves that went almost up to his shoulders when she pulled them onto his arms. She flashed the blue ray onto them and the gloves shrunk down and stiffened so that his fingers splayed out as far from each other as they possibly could, while his elbows and wrists became a rigidly locked straight line. "What's going on with your feet?" She bent down. "Oh look at your shoes! Let me shrink them the rest of the way." He felt his feet straighten until his toes pointed straight down. As the thick leather of his shoes distorted and pulled his feet straight, the heels of the shoes lifted off the floor, forcing him to stand on his rigidly encased toes! "It might be a little hard to stay up," she commented as she backed away, "but I'm sure a big strong 'MAN' like you can do it!" Berry stared at her as his distorted shoes made him stand on tip-toe, realizing that this woman was not treating him like an equal, but like a toy that she could do with as she pleased. "She says the word 'man' as if it is something I made up, like an elf or wizard." He whimpered as he took a million tiny steps as he fought to remain vertical, his stiffened arms moving wildly up and down. He could only move them from his shoulders now that the gloves, like his tights, seemed to have tightened to something as strong and unbending as solid steel. "This isn't fun at all, Lilyan," he cried out. "Oh, but it is, Berrry! You are amusing me to no end, now. I'll tell you the next part as long as you stay up, but if you fall down I'll have to find some other way for you to amuse me." Berry shut up and tried to keep standing or dancing or whatever you'd call his stiff-legged dance with his stiff arms flailing up and down and then back and forth to stop himself from falling down. He fearfully thought, "If imprisoning me in my own clothing so I can't stand up without doing this is her idea of amusement, I do not want to know what more she can do to me!" "So Doc's community kept growing until by the turn of the century there were a thousand women living with her. Most were scientists, but she also had tradeswomen, craftswomen, artists, and artisans. Thanks to her gene manipulation, all of them were above the national average in intelligence, and many were geniuses. Despite that, and her own doubled intelligence, and the multi-brain telepathic computer, there were still many aspects of the world and the universe beyond that she and the other scientists devoted to her could not quite grasp. She was smart enough, however to determine exactly how much more intelligent she would need to be, and determined the magic factor to be a thousand." Berrry kept dancing and flailing to stay erect, and although his toes hurt from repeatedly pounding on the floor, he was not getting tired. "Why am I not getting tired?" He had not meant to ask it aloud, but Lilyan answered, "The pinkish-purple rays from the ceiling penetrate each cell in your body and constantly revive them. We don't need to sleep, either, but our brains do need at least one dream cycle every twelve to twenty-four hours. Others have different cycles, but I like to sleep for ninety minutes after staying awake for twenty hours. Keep it up; you are fulfilling your part of the bargain wonderfully!" She sat on the side of her bed and watched Berrry gyrate for a minute. He saw her hand slip between her legs and move up to her sex as she continued, "Doc figured that she needed a thousand brains, and she had a thousand women who would do anything she wanted. Now it just so happened that she had saved a sample of semen from each of the former men who had plagued her and others in her community, so she used her knowledge of genetics to find the best features that she wanted for her extra brains and created a sort of super sperm with only dominant genes, and she used it to impregnate all the women there including herself." She laughed, "Can you imagine a thousand pregnant women living together, getting close to birthing together, and going through labor together? I'm glad I wasn't around!" Berrry had seen a classmate give birth once, and could not imagine what was funny about a thousand women doing it all at once. "Oh, don't look so sour! They didn't all go into labor at the same minute. The births were spread out over several weeks. Some early, some close to the predicted date, some late. There were plenty of people to help, and they were smart, too. They built special birthing chairs and tables, worked out what nerves they could safely anesthetize, and how to make each woman as comfortable as possible. Not a single mother was lost, although there were three stillborn babies, including Doc's own child. Two of the births were twins, so she had her thousand count, but she herself sank into such a depression over the loss of her child that the babies were six months old before the women could bring Doc to care about anything. Even then, she wanted to give up on science, on the community, and barely could bring herself to eat or dress herself. "The community of Doc's Girls knew that they had to do something spectacular to snap her out of her funk, so they went on with her experiment. They had already created an entire building to house the babies, had designed and manufactured the mind transfer helmets, installed all the wiring, and they got everything ready for the big day. They chose New Year's Day, 1901 for the event, and when they brought Doc from the New Year's Eve party to the new building and showed her what they had done for her, she laughed and cried and finally showed her original enthusiasm once again. The next morning, she sat in the master mind transfer chair, lowered the helmet onto her head, threw the switch, and -- Aww, you fell down." "I can't bend my arms or legs," he complained, "and my feet are frozen at such a steep angle I can't stand up." "Yes, I said that Barbie Doll inspired me. Whenever I look at her, I always think about the Barbie dolls I played with as a little girl. They could not bend their arms or legs, and their breasts were so unrealistic, so, you know, so flat-chested! I always wondered how she would cope in real life, and now here you are, Nurse Barbie! Let's see you stand up and come over here to the bed with your legs and arms like that. Then I can play with you in bed. Would you like that?" She could not believe how tame these "men" were, and how much fun she had making ordinary activities difficult for him. It was such a turn on that the more she watched him struggling the more aroused she became. She diddled herself as she watched him struggling. "Where was I? Oh, she threw the switch and went mad. Completely insane." Berry grunted. His arms and legs held stiffly straight, worked his way to the corner of her bed intending to grab the post and pull himself up. That's when he discovered that he could not use his hands either. With his fingers sticking stiffly out like a child's drawing of hands he could not grab anything. He got his arm onto the bed and by pulling and lifting and shifting his stiff legs back and forth, he worked his way back onto his aching toes. "This hurts. Can you get me out of this get-up?" "You're so funny! You should see yourself," Lilyan said, "But I don't want you to hurt. Wait there." She went back to the dispenser on her vanity table, but then turned back to him. "On second thought, lie down on the bed. I can use a Synesthesiar to turn all your discomfort into something else." Berry had heard that term before, in one of his pre-med classes, and he wracked his mind trying to remember what it meant. "I know! It wasn't a device, it's synesthesia, it's a condition that mixes up the senses, like being able to see tastes, or hear smells. It's when two senses get confused. Is that what her device will do to me?" He did not have to wait long to find out. She returned with something that looked like a voltmeter. It was a simple box with a few knobs to turn and two long wires coming out of the top. "Here we go. We were talking about sex a few days ago, and someone said she liked to play her lover's body like a musical instrument. I'd like to do that with you, but I want to tune you first." "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" Berrry asked, his eyes wide open with fear. "Talking again. That looks like fear, so let's turn this, and this, yes. Fear. Now let's make fear into a drone note, and set it to a low A. Now I put this one in your throat, and this other one, hmm, this should only hurt a little bit." "What kind of crazy are you? Those look sharp! No! Keep it away from myyyyeeeaaaa AAAAAAAAAA! Aaa aaaaa AAAAAA AAAAAAAA!" Whatever that device did, he suddenly could not express his fear as anything but an A note. On the other hand, the rest of his body did not respond in any way to the emotion. "Good. I'll get to your other emotions later. Now let's work on your body. If you were a piano, your legs would be the low notes, and your head the high notes." "AAAAA AAAAAA! Please don't do this to me, Lilyan. Oh! My leg! It feels soooo OOOOO!" As she touched the probe to various parts of his legs compressed as they were, he felt intense sensations at first, but then the feelings would concentrate in his voice so instead of her touching his left knee resulting in the sensation of pressure there, he sang a low B# note. That is, it was low for his current, female voice range. He had not been able to talk like a man since he'd sat up from that table in the Changing Room that morning. When she touched the stretched skin bulging out of his neckline, she laughed and told him, "You're a C-cup, so these have to play C, and - Oh this is so good! - your nipples will be C#, get it?" She scratched her nails on his arms, and those sensations became other mid-range notes. His neck, his chin, his lips, his nose, and the rest of his face became a succession of very high notes. He tried again to protest, but she used the device again, so whenever he tried to say anything it became a little "bada beep doodoo" riff. "There! Now let me play you while I tell you why Doc went insane." She scratched his leg, his arm and poked a breast, and he sang three notes. She played several more notes and rested her hand on his breast. So he sang a continuous middle C until he ran out of breath. He took a new breath of air, and sang middle C some more. "It was bad math. You see, Doc based her estimate of a thousand brains on two assumptions, and neither of them was true. The first was that the thinking power of two brains was the square of two, because she had two brains and had four times the thinking power of one brain and because four is two squared. The second bad assumption was that the seven brains she was using as a supercomputer had 49 times the thinking power as one brain because 49 is seven squared. She never bothered checking it or testing her assumptions." No longer able to talk, and every enhanced sensation instantly converted to sounds he had to sing, Berrry could not concentrate on her history lesson. He tried again and again to communicate that he wanted to go back to normal, but "normal" was so far away from here that even a return to the bizarre conditions of fifteen minutes before, where he was a man who looked like a blond sex symbol, was preferable to the immobile, living musical instrument she had turned him into. She chose to interpret his musical protests as prompts to continue her story, and there was nothing he could do but keep trying to talk whenever she paused. "Bada beep doodoo, bada beep doodoo!" "What was wrong with those assumptions? Good question." She played his body some more, and then said, "The two brains had four times as much thinking powers as one because all the combinations of two added together are four. Each brain still had all its own power, plus the two brains working together added twice more brain power to the mix. If she had added a third brain, she would have instantly known about her mistake because they would have given her not three squared, but twelve times the brain power. "The "Bada beep doodoo." "Oh, right. I haven't been 'playing' you. I think I can play the theme from 'Agatha's Song.' Want to hear it?" He wanted to be able to talk, and angrily said, "Bada beep doodoo, bada beep doodoo, bada beep doodoo, bada beep doodoo!" "Okay, good. It's my favorite tune. Oh! I almost forgot. In bondage situations you need a safe word, so if you feel too stressed out or want to stop, you can say the word and I'll back off. Let's use 'strawberry.' If you want to stop, just say the word 'strawberry,' Okay? So here's my version of 'Agatha's Song' as played on Berrry." She stroked him, scratched him, and tapped his compressed skin in various places, and to his surprise and her pleasure, music came out of his mouth. She really was playing his body like a musical instrument! "That was fun, wasn't it? Too bad I can't play chords on you, only one note at a time. Maybe we can get some of your friends to join you." "Bada beep doodoo." "You want me to continue telling you about Doc's madness? Well after they used up all the puns on 'mad' and 'scientist,' the thousand women who were there had to figure out what, if anything, had gone wrong. They did not know, you see. After she threw the switch Doc did not move. She just sat there smiling and breathing. She did not talk, or move, or respond to anyone, and she stayed like that for day after day. There were over 700 scientists in the community, so while some watched and waited, and used instruments to attempt to peer into her brain activity, to try to read her thoughts, the other scientists went off and tried to figure out HOW to figure out what was going on in their leader's head or heads. They kept forming hypotheses they could test, and devices that might help. That's when they developed the first prototype of what we now call a Mindwarper. It was originally a brain that could form a link between the mind of one of the scientists and another mind." Berrry tried to say, "I don't care anymore. I just want to be able to speak and move normally again. Strawberry, Lilyan. STRAWBERRY!" Of course, all that came out of his mouth was a number of repetitions of "Bada beep doodoo." "Aww, you're crying, but don't worry. They worked it out in the end. After they figured out that the problem was the math and that 14 brains would have been enough to result in the thousand-fold increase in brain power over the original 7-brain computer. With 75 brains all linked together, you'd actually be able to assign the equivalent of an entire human mind to keep track of what every little spinning thing that made up every particle that makes every atom in the universe was or will be doing during each billionth of a billionth of a second for 200 trillion years, and 20 brains more than that would be enough to do that if there were an infinity of universes, they started going overboard and someone calculated that if God really exists, He would not need more brain power to keep track of everything there ever was or will be or could be than 100 brains telepathically linked together!" As she spoke, she lightly stroked his breast with one hand and kept sliding her other hand up and down his legs. Trying to make two different sounds at once, he alternately sang the two notes, his voice breaking again and again as it tried to do the impossible. "Then someone started to try to figure out how much brain power the thousand brains had given Doc, and when she wrote it out, it had over 300 digits. "Bada beep doodoo!" "Yeah, I know. It's a little overkill, right? Like almost ten times a much God needs to run the Universe! The trouble was that she was a human being, not a goddess, and none of us is built to handle something as awesome as all of time and space everywhere all at once." She could press lightly for him to sing quietly and heavier for him to sing louder. He could lift his head and see where she pressed, poked, scratched, or pounded on him, but none of the feelings went to his brain. The only thing he felt was miserable. "Doc did have godlike powers, that's for sure. She could levitate, fly, create matter out of energy she took from the air, and not only understand, but visit other dimensions, get around the light speed limit, perceive subatomic particle directly, bend and stretch time. She could do all sorts of things. What she could not do was to go back to being human again. Able to see everything in everyone's brain at once, she could not hold up her end of a conversation. She knew everything that had ever been written, but could not curl up in a chair and enjoy reading only one book from start to finish." She played a sad tune using mostly his legs. "So that's the reason for Doc's Complex. His Girls got him to create it to keep him sane, and then they all moved into it to keep him busy. Everything you can see, touch, feel, taste, everything around you is all just a figment of Doc's overactive imagination. You think you are who you think you are, but really you are a bunch of thoughts flitting around in a mind as big as the Universe. Any questions?" "Bada beep doodoo, bada beep doodoo!" "I did say I'd play with you in bed," she said, pretending she understood what he wanted to say. "Bada beep doodoo!" "Oh stop it already. The effects only last a couple of hours. Let's go to sleep and we can do what you want when we wake up, okay?" She disappeared into the dressing room and came out a few minutes later wearing a nightgown. "Sorry," she said insincerely, "you'll have to sleep in your clothes. Lights? Go down to sleep level." He thought she went to sleep right away, but a minute later he heard music coming from his mouth again, a lullaby tune this time. To the sound of it, he fell asleep, hoping that she was telling the truth. Not that there was anything he could do about it if she wasn't. -------------------------------------------------------------- To Be Continued! -------------------------------------------------------------- Afterword for Chapter 27 I wanted to tell the story of the creation of the Complex in a way that would keep the reader interested, so after the dress-up description, the framing story switches to bondage to stay interesting. This is a science fiction story, though, so the traditional ropes, cuffs, and gags needed a fictional science alternative. I hope you liked the substitutions of using his own clothing to restrict his movements, and redirecting his entire nervous system to become music to prevent him from speaking. I'm writing this novel as part of the 2012 NaNoWriMo challenge to write a novel of at least 50,000 words between November 1st and 30th. I intend to post a chapter a day during November. (For more info about National Novel Writing Month, see www.NaNoWriMo.org.) By the way, if you like to write and can't resist improving this story with extra characters or new adventures or situations for the existing characters, go ahead! You also have my permission to write your own stories using this world as a setting. Please post your versions on FictionMania. To avoid confusion, add a letter to the number of modified chapters, like "Doc's Complex 27a", and make up a new title. For new stories, please include the words "Doc's Complex" so fans of that universe (I know there's at least one -- me!) can find them. Who knows? If enough people do it, FictionMania may add a new category!