Power has its price. I should have never agreed to take the money. A thousand other excuses and thoughts come to mind. I love research and had been developing the nanites (microscopic robots) to modify human behavior for the past ten years. I was years ahead of the competition. It was meant to help patients with mental illness, but little did I realize that it would draw the attention of a shadow agency of the Federal Government.
It was a quiet autumn evening when a man in an Armani suit arrived and offered vast resources for me to develop my cutting edge research. The basis of the mice responses to the nanites targeted at the pleasure center was very promising. And it was a mere six months later that I was told to escalate the testing to human subjects. I was concerned that the nanites would migrate to other body systems in the test subjects and to other people. The man in the expensive suit flatly told me that I would introduce human subjects to the nano technology or find more than my research money cut. So with much reluctance I found myself standing in a lab at a local college, the paperwork provided by certain nameless parties.
I buzzed the door and Moiré walked in, my jaw almost dropped. She was a dark hair beauty with sparkling eyes and a figure that could give a corpse a woody. I realized just then what the real cost of my research had been, ten plus years locked in a lab never even noticing the world going by. Was it worth it? Then I thought of her soft flesh wrapped around my hardness, yes it was worth it! She fit the profile perfectly, a single female emotionally attached to a long term male companion, mainly a fiancé and childhood friend. The cover for the project was the testing of a new patch to monitor blood sugars. Unknown to Moiré the patch was laced with nanites that would target the pleasure center of her brain and with the proper stimulus her behavior could be modified. So with minimal guilt I took her vitals and then placed the patch on her forearm. She agreed to return the next day and three days thereafter for follow ups. For a fee of fifty dollars she would perform, if the nanites worked, acts of sexual depravity she would never dream of.
I barely slept that night and was pacing the length of the lab when she arrived. I must have looked a wreck with bags under my eyes and the slight tremble in my hands from the entire pot of coffee it had taken to keep me on my feet. Moiré was wearing sweats and tennis shoes, she was radiant. I directed her to a chair and started out by taking her vitals, she was in perfect health. I had her remove her sweatshirt and noticed that her nipples were extremely hard and poking through her T-shirt. I swallowed as I drew out a special scanner to determine the proper placement of the nanites. The device indicated that they were indeed exactly where they should be, so the first test was ready to begin. The chips were tied into her cerebral cortex and other key areas programmed to react to certain stimulus, mainly certain command words.
