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The following is a pure work of fiction presented by the author for the
enjoyment of readers who are interested in a genre based on TG/SciFi. I
need to acknowledge the generous and talented editorial contribution of
one of my oldest friends, Lisa Funke, for whom I have the highest respect
and love. She's probably has the best eye for spelling and punctuation of
anyone I've ever known.
Preface: A long time ago I read a sci-fi short story based on this theme
and found it to be a particularly in intriguing concept. I have no clue
who wrote the story or when, so this is my tribute to that author's idea
about the consequences of new technology in the not too distant future.
/LS
The Trials and Tribulations of Smith and Jones
[Background: Single-Person Chambers (SPCs) had taken decades to develop,
with some crushing setbacks. But all the bugs were worked out by mid-
century and humans could be transferred from one location to another
instantaneously, the technology achieved instant popularity, despite its
.03% failure rate, which was far lower than that of any other
transportation means of the time. And, of course, the fact that it was
instantaneous made it all the more appealing. But the single-user system
had its down side, since a chamber had to 'recharge' between uses, making
it inconvenient for mass use. Now, almost a decade later, the technology
had been 'improved' to allow two people, and the plan was to make it
virtually unlimited. But first, they had to be sure that the
'differentiation algorithm' that had been developed would allow the
doubling of capacity, and more.]
It was an unusual breach of protocol for anyone to enter the office of
the Corporate Director of Operations without first being announced by his
secretary or at least knocking.
"We've been given the go-ahead to begin human testing," announced the
interloper.
"Calm down Dr. Velinor, I already know," replied Dr. Varley Transom. "How
soon will the system be ready for the volunteers?"
"We already have the first pair briefed and ready. Would tomorrow morning
be too soon?" The good doctor's lower lip was trembling with excitement.
He had spent many long hours and sleepless nights in anticipation of this
breakthrough. "The first couple are in fact married couple who work on
the project."
"So they are sufficiently technically skilled to provide useful feedback
on their experiences related to the process?"
"Absolutely. Adam Smith is a field theory mathematician who worked on the
spatial transfer interfaces. His spouse, Arlene Jones, was the lead
technician on the team that designed the pod environmentals."
"Excellent. Please inform me of the testing schedule so that I can have
my schedule arranged appropriately."
"Do you plan to oversee the operations personally?"
"Oh no Doctor, I will simply be there to observe, and if needed obfuscate
some of the new bureaucratic interference that is attended to clutter
this process with ridiculous and schedule killing nuances. But I'm also
interested in meeting those brave volunteers of yours."
The visiting Doctor grinned broadly. "An excellent strategy Sir. I have a
meeting scheduled with my team the afternoon, and will forward the
schedule to you as soon as we have finalized. They may not actually be
tomorrow but to welcoming you to our human testing."
Later that day:
The small conference room buried deep within the huge facility vibrated
with anxiety and excitement as the team met to plan for the first live
human testing of the project they'd been working on for years.
"Good, now that we have the schedule finalized, Lorraine please send that
to Dr. Transom immediately. I hope he's not disappointed that we delayed
the first test for another day, but it can't be helped. We have to get
those transoms recalibrated, and I want a full 24/7 effort on that,
understood Malcolm."
"Absolutely," replied the bespeckled technical chief.
Nodding, Dr. Velinor continued. "So now for the last item, apparel. What
can/should the subject be allowed to wear, if anything."
"I favor nothing. We need to observe any anomalies and clothing will
interfere with that."
"Noted, Marcus, but you're fixation on nudity is already well
established."
There was a general snicker around the table, everyone recalling an
incident in the lab involving the handsome team member and a pretty young
apprentice who later pleaded that she'd somehow lost her blouse and
panties. It wasn't one of the otherwise smug misogynist Marcus Jensen's
more treasured memories.
" Besides," Dr. Velinor added, "our test subjects are a married couple
and may not agree to that. However, the argument is valid, so I suggest
we have them wear either bathing suits or their normal underwear."
There was a general consensual nod, even by Mr. Jensen.
"Very well, let's get to it."
Three days later:
The couple introduced to the Director were in their late 20's and had
been married only a couple of years. They could have easily been randomly
chosen by lottery from the population. Although with the advent of
inexpensive cosmetic procedures, the 'average' was a good deal more
visually appealing than it had been in the past.
Adam Smith was just under 6' with a trim fit physique, longish hair that
covered his ears, and a smooth squarish face. Like most men of his
generation, he'd chosen to have his whiskers removed to avoid a lifetime
of inconvenient shaving.
Arlene Jones was a striking vision of femaleness. Her 5'8" frame was
perfectly curvaceous with an above average bosom, long chestnut hair,
brilliant blue eyes, and a radiant complexion.
"It's an honor, Sir," Oliver mewed respectfully as they all shook hands
in the old-fashioned greeting that still held considerable respect in the
high reaches of corporate domains.
"Likewise," replied the CDO. "I respect your willingness to be the first
test subjects for our new 'Multi-Transfer System'. And I salute your
bravery."
There was a slight pinkish blush in Olivia's alabaster cheeks. "Oh Sir,
there's really no bravery involved. We've been working on components of
this projects ourselves, and we have good reason to believe there's no
risk. The Single-Person Chambers have been so successful, and
revolutionized human transportation throughout the world. We see little
or no risk, and honored to be the first through the MTS."
"Hmmm, yes," was the neutral response.
Dr. Velinor interrupted the awkward silence. "Sorry Sir, but we must get
our subjects into position."
"Yes, of course."
The trio climbed down from the observation chamber to the main laboratory
floor. The large vaulted room was lined with a eclectic array of
electronic and computer hardware. In the center, separated by about 10
meters, were two identical transparent reinforced acrylic glass chambers,
each with a metal top festooned with massive cables that wound up to the
ceilings then back via piping and bracketed frames to the surrounding
equipment.
The Director watched as the couple was guided to the chamber on the left
where they disrobed and handed their clothing to a nearby lab assistant,
leaving them only in their underwear. Mr. Smith preferred boxers, but had
been convinced to wear slightly undersized briefs to facilitate post-test
observation of any unforeseen changes in his anatomy. Whether Ms Jones
had the same encouragement was unknown, but her sheer satin bikini briefs
and lace bra left little to the imagination. It was easy to see her large
beige areoles and prominent nipples, and hairless female anatomy (an
option many younger women took similar to the males' beard removal).
They entered the spacious box and with meticulous care were placed with
their feet slightly apart on two metallic three-meter diameter disks set
in the floor and separated by a full meter. The two could have touched,
even hold hands, but were encouraged to keep all their extremities within
the confines of their respective disks.
Once technicians gave the 'all clear' that the subjects were in place and
ready, the chamber door was secured, followed by a significant increase
in activity. As people worked feverishly at their stations, a low hum of
building power began to grow until it was hard to be heard without the
earpieces used by all those in the lab who needed them.
"Begin the countdown at five minutes!" came Dr. Velinor's command over
the intercom from his position at the central console directly beneath
the Director's observation platform.
A large digital counter behind the chambers displayed the painfully slow
second-by-second regression as a whirlwind of activity continued
throughout the chamber. Meanwhile, the subjects stood patiently, almost
motionless except for an occasional furtively shared glance and smile of
mutual encouragement.
At the two-minute mark, Dr. Velinor commanded, "All stations, report
status." The sequence was already established and none of the responses
could be heard, only the his staccato replies of 'check', 'check',
'check', ... until he proclaimed, "Very well, proceed with the test. The
clock was down to 43 seconds.
"Engage antibacterial," came the command at 37 seconds. A heavy mist
filled the chambers, but vanished as quickly.
At 28 seconds, "Confirm systems devoid of non-human presence. ... Check!"
At 15 seconds, "Impose immobility protocol!" There was a loud whirring
sound like the windup of a heavy generator and the two subjects suddenly
locked in place immovable, eyes shut, arms and hands down at their sides.
They looked like statues, ... or manikins.
"Initiate final transfer countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7..."
The subjects' chamber suddenly filled with a whirling kaleidoscope of
colored particles.
At the '5' count, the swirling rainbow spit into two distinct cylinders,
surrounding the subjects with their own individual multihued tornado
until nothing could be seen except for the brilliant twin whirlwinds.
Then came the order, "Dual transfer test number 1 in 3, 2, 1, Initiate!"
There was a noticeable 'click' throughout the entire system, followed by
a visible vibration of the jumbled cables and hoses atop both chambers.
Slowly the two spinning patterns in the subjects' chamber began to
dissipate, while in the second chamber the patterns began to appear. The
effect was like pouring two columns of twirling holiday decorations into
another.
According to the countdown clock, now displaying elapsed time, it took
just under 7 long anxious minutes for Cubicle#1 to 'drain' entirely into
Cubicle#2.
Just when the announcement of "transfer complete" was heard, a dazzling
thread of silver shot down from the top of the chamber, wrapped itself
around the two pillars, then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Elapsed time, no more than three seconds!
"What the hell was that?" yelled one of the team.
There was a sudden palpable tension, then a flurry of activity for the
next four minutes while the process reversed, the swirling patterns
faded.
"Transfer complete!" was declared, when the subjects appeared in
Cubicle#2. Then there was a general gasp by some of the observers, and at
least one suppressed scream was heard as the subjects promptly collapsed
unconscious to the chamber floor.
The two persons who appeared were a jumble of human parts. The male had
long blonde hair, the female's was a short brown. But most noteworthy was
that the transfer process had exchanged their lower halves, underwear
included.
"Medical team, get them out of there!"
A group of white-coated staffers rushed in with two gurneys. The two
'subjects' were quickly loaded onto them and whisked away to whatever
medical facility had been prepared in the hopes that it would never be
needed. But it was needed, and NOW!
The normally unflappable Director Transom gasped in horror and anger,
then shouted, "Dr. Velinor, report to my office as soon as you can!"
When Dr. Velinor was finally sitting in his office after several
interminable hours, the Director had had several hours to thrash his
nerves and worry about the future of his pet project and the company in
general.
"What happened?"
"Well..." was the tentative reply while nervous hands shuffled through a
stack of reports computer readouts. "We found a loose coupling in one of
the transduction coils above #2. It resulted in a tiny leak that caused
the unplanned starburst flash in the chamber and interfered with the
spatial interfaces.
"Medical has found no significant physiological damage in either subject,
discounting of course their exchange of body parts."
"No damage? Are you kidding? We turned them into freaks!"
"But the entire system is being inspected, and we believe that we reverse
the process and restore them."
Dr. Transom sat back with only nominal relief. "But will they agree to
subject themselves to your... uh... reversal after what they've already been
through?"
"Already covered. They both regained consciousness just before I left to
see you, and they agreed because they didn't want to remain as they
were."
"Good gawd, man, I'd kiss them if they were here. So when can you be
ready again?"
"Probably late tomorrow. There's a lot to do, and some detailed repair
work to complete. The subjects won't be happy about the delay but it
can't be helped."
"Well, make it quick. We have to have good results to report to the Board
in a couple of days."
Two beds in a small medical facility deep in the bowels of the corporate
complex were being fussed over by several people brandishing
stethoscopes.
Arlene was staring at her husband with a wry grin plastered across her
full rosy lips. "Well, dear," she chortled, "you always liked my long
blonde hair. So how do you like it now?"
He blew at the flaxen strand across his mouth, then turned his head and
brushed away the curtain of curls so he could see his wife. "It keeps
getting in the way. I've asked for something to tie it back but I don't
think they care." He stared at her for a moment, then added, "Actually,
you look kinda cute with my short brown style. You could actually pull it
off, but this..." he filled his fist with a wade of pale curls, "... just
isn't me at all."
"True," she laughed, "but what about those girly parts. Now that's
something you always enjoyed about me, my love."
"Yea, but I never wanted them for myself. And it's kinda uncomfortable
down there, kinda squishy."
She curled her lip. "Ewe, that's a gross over reaction. I'm not
complaining about all this clutter between my thighs or these horribly
hairy legs!"
"Yea, well I guess we're both up the proverbial creek if they can't our
parts put back together correctly."
"I sure they're doing their best," she replied without much confidence.
"But meanwhile, how do you get this damn thing to lay down?"
His laughter was so deep and loud that it brought the medics rushing to
see what was wrong.
Day two and the couple was back in Cubicle#2.
"Repairs have been made," Dr. Velinor explained to them, "but we need to
reverse the process so the system can duplicate and correct the anomaly
and restore your physical profiles."
"This is so damn awkward," Mr. Smith groaned when the door was sealed.
"Yea," was her rely, "all that hair down there is itchy!"
Both smirked uncomfortably while those who notice their expressions
wondered why.
Finally, the countdown started and the process was reversed. On the same
markers, everything was meticulously duplicated until the couple began to
reappear back in their original location. Unfortunately, the silver vein
also flashed just a quickly as before.
"Damn it!" barked Manager Velinor, "how the hell did that happen again?"
Then he watched with anxious trepidation as the test couple materialized,
and initially seemed to have been restored.
And even more gasps of shock were heard when they reappeared.
On the positive side, their hair was restored, and below the neck their
torsos and lower halves were now properly realigned, and they didn't pass
out. But sadly complete success was illusive. Their heads didn't match
their bodies, and their voices matched their heads!
"I think I'm going to be sick," groaned Adam Smith when he couldn't tear
his downward gaze away for the significant cleavage on his chest.
"Argh, don't you dare," scolded Arlene, "at least not until you're near a
trash can."
"So now what, Varley?" asked Dr. Transom. "I'm not exactly developing a
good feeling about getting out of this."
"You're not the only one, Sol. But we found a glitch buried in the
transponder code, and I'm going to give the IT tech who found it a huge
bonus 'cause it was buried so deep in the millions of lines. She's a
genius by anyone's standards."
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean there are other ...uh... glitches buried in the
chaos you call a Process."
"I'm confident that everything possible has been done. If we don't
succeed this time, then I'll resign and you can find someone else to fix
it."
"I hope that's not necessary, but don't doubt that I'll do it if it comes
to that."
"Understood. Now, as before, the Smiths have agreed to one more test
tomorrow."
The test couple were housed in a small dorm-type room with double bed and
its own bathroom while they waited overnight for the next test. They were
back in their original clothing, although the attire went with the
bodies, not the heads.
Arlene seemed to be unaffected, but Adam was not a happy test subject,
not at all.
"Well, I got my hair back," Arlene preened.
Adam shivered beneath the soft grey silk blouse and short black mini-
skirt. "Yea, but that girly gesture with those broad shoulders has me
creeped out." He pulled at the straps on his shoulders. "Jeez, how do you
live with these harnesses wrapped around your chest all day. The damn
thing itches and digs into my skin."
"Would you rather go without? You'd certainly make most of the males
around here happy if you did."
"Humpfh," was his only response.
"And by the way, try keeping your legs together when you sit." She
contemplated him for a moment. "You know, I never noticed before but if
you let your hair grow you might make a reasonably attractive woman."
He grimaced and crossed his shapely bare legs. "Let's hope this doesn't
last past tomorrow so we'll have to find out."
"Party crasher," she countered, then leaned over and kissed him.
Later, after a long evening of teases, jokes, and playful bantering,
mostly by Arlene, they finally decided to try getting some rest. Arlene
had disrobed to her boxers and was waiting on the bed. Adam stood there
in panties and bra.
"There's nothing for me to sleep in," he complained.
"You could just go commando," she chuckled suggestively.
"Not a chance!" he gruffly replied, "I don't like sleeping in the nude
except when...."
"Yyyeeeessss?" she playfully asked, then added, "Oh don't be such a
ninny. I don't want to do anything about our 'situation' either. Why
don't you look in that closet? Maybe there's something there."
He scurried off and after a moment found something. "Oh crap, they've got
to be kidding!" When he turned back into the room carrying a wad of
diaphanous lavender material. "I'm gonna kill the bozo who gave us this
room."
Arlene shrugged. "You always like it when I wear stuff like that. What's
so different now? You've certainly got the body for it. Now stop your
incessant complaining and get ready for bed. I want to get at least some
rest before we have to go through that monstrosity of a process again."
"I'll change in there." While Adam lurched forlornly toward the bathroom,
Arlene noticed that his wide hips were swaying a lot more than they had
earlier. 'Humm,' she thought, 'I wonder if he realizes that my body is
taking him for a ride?'
When he returned she did a classic double-take. "Damn hon, that skimpy
little thing sure makes my body look hot. I think I'll stuff it in my bag
and take it home when we're done here."
"And your welcome to it! I feel like a piece of meat on display."
"That's the whole point, my dear, and you should be the first one to
appreciate it. You sure would if you had my vantage point."
He crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself. "Just shut up and
go to sleep. And don't you dare try anything. I'm not in the mood and I
know precisely where to aim my knee if necessary."
"Oh, ouch."
"Ugh, this takes awkward to a whole new level," Adam grumbled after they
were once again in position in Cublicle#1 in only their skivvies. Of
course, Adam was wearing the translucent bra and panties.
The process proceeded exactly as it had on the first day, but with far
more success. In fact, when the couple reappeared, they were fully and
completely intact.
"Everything appears nominal, so it's our consensus that the third process
made all the necessary corrections and our test have been restored to
their original profiles." Dr. Velinor reported to Director Transom.
"Excellent. When will you be able to work with the second test pair?"
"Well, we have a huge pile of data to sift through. In addition, I've
ordered all teams to review their components with meticulous detail,
especially the coding and mechanics. I'm afraid we'll need a few weeks,
at least."
"Ugh, the Board isn't going to like that. It sets our schedule back a
bit, not to mention the hit in the budget to satisfy the Smiths."
"We're probably lucky that they took our huge severance offer and agreed
to honor the Non-Disclosure Agreement."
"Mmmm, yeah, I suppose. So have they been released yet."
"Yes."
Completely relieved to be back in their own bed, Adam pulled out the bank
draft that they'd accepted. "We'll never have to work again, unless we
want to." He stared in amazement at the eight-figure amount.
"Which demands a delicious celebratory libation." She took the two tall
flutes of champagne from the nightstand and handed one to her spouse.
Their glasses clinked together. "Here's to a future together that we
never could have imagined."
"And to whatever it brings."
There was a long pause while the delicious liquor was enjoyed.
"Uh, honey, now that we don't have any financial worries, how do you feel
about trying to start that family we were planning to have when we could
afford kids."
Adam was stunned. "Uh... well... given the circumstances..."
"Awe, come on, you were the one who wanted to start anyway and I
convinced you that we were too young." She pulled him down into a long
passionate kiss.
Tongues wrestled, the notorious lavender nightie was discarded, along
with the matching panties and a pair of boxers. Fingers caressed the
contour of a generous breast, a mouth engulfed a turgid nipple, and a
delicate feminine hand grasped her partners manhood.
Adam pushed aside blonde waves and stared down at the handsome man
pleasuring 'her' bosom. There was a delicious triangle of pleasure
between breasts and groin. It felt only natural that her hand should
guide Arlene 's turgid member into her.
"I think you should call me Arlene now," she purred.
"I'm going to like being Adam, my love," he declared, then went
completely silent for a very long time.
"About that family?" the wonderfully satisfied woman who had only had
breasts for two days.
"Hmm?" was the exhausted response.
"How about we just let nature take its course."
Her partner grinned. "Fine with me, and the sooner the better. In fact,
my period ended the day before we did that insane test, so I was probably
ovulating."
"Oh oh, maybe I spoke too soon!"
The first Smith progeny, a boy whom them named Solomon, was borne exactly
9 months later, and many more are planned.
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