My name is Sasha Yesipov, and I am currently waiting on billionaire Steven Hollistaire to arrive in the lab observatory so that my test experiment can begin. It's a mere show and tell for the arrogant fool, but I'll curb his stupidity soon enough. I simply have to lay down some rules before I can trust him with anything this important.
Personally, I should simply infect him and take control, but he is the face of a giant corporation, and the results of Project Red Light are undeniable; viability of higher brain processes declines with increased duration of infection. The longer he's infected, the dumber he gets. I need him to be his regular sharp and conniving self in order to keep up an effective front.
Project Red Light is a world-changer. It can and will shift the balance of everything, so I need to be on top and remain there. That means I have to keep Steven under my thumb, and oh...I will.
I, myself, am thirty-two, Caucasian, and of Russian descent, actually. I'm the youngest expert in the field of nano-biotics...No, the leading expert in the field of nano-biotics...No, THE expert in the field of nano-biotics. There's no one that even comes close to my brilliance, and I'd stake my life on that...which I have...by dealing with Steven...but I'll explain him when he arrives.
I'm five-ten, thin, with B-cup breasts and decent hips, very, very attractive, I might add, and I have long, straight black hair that I've currently dyed blonde, though my hair is up in a bun right now. I have blue eyes that add to my beauty, and I'm proud of them, though I've never really liked the original color of my hair.
Now, Steven...he is...attractive, I can say. He's the youngest in a family of entrepreneurs; he just happens to be the only successful one. He's twenty-eight, six-foot-one, broad shouldered, muscular in an athletic way, with sharp, handsome features and dark, smokey eyes...He gets his fair share of women. He has short, spikey, light-brown hair, the kind of style you can ruffle with your fingers, something I've always found attractive, but not something I would tell him. His ego is already larger than his collection of companies. There's no need to add to it.
Steven is dangerous, though. I don't trust him, and with good reason...He's a snake, a viper for money and power, and an arrogant son of a bitch. Nevertheless, without his funding, I wouldn't have gotten Project Red Light off the ground, and that would be...a shame, to say the least. The world needs a proper hand to guide it right now, and I am that hand. At least, I will be, once I have Steven onboard.
The tech-lab I'm in has the best equipment in the world, with the latest in supercomputer technology and cyber-security, along with an enormous database of prior research that has been invaluable in building my project.
I have my own desk, of course, a droll, flat, grey thing that Steven insisted upon putting in, but I don't actually need it, though I do use it to torment Steven by showing off my various academic accomplishments. The only reason I consider my desk important is simply because it gets under Steven's skin, and it's something that he put in for me, so he did it to himself, which makes that taunt so much sweeter.
I have my diplomas upon the wall behind my desk, and my crystal Global Technology and Humanities trophy that I won last year rests upon that desk. Steven hates that I have my accomplishments out in the open; he says I rub them in his face. As if I believe a megacorporate mogul is jealous of academic pursuits. He is such a liar.
The last important feature of my lab is the long and wide one-way glass that looks out and down into the testing area. The testing area, itself, is a large, square, white room that can be set with various test tables and other furniture for my subjects, though my subjects are oblivious to what I've been doing to them.
But enough of this. Steven's arrived, and I must deal with him. He's a...ugh...nightmare at times.
Steven entered through the sliding security door at the far end of my lab. He was dressed in a handstitched, three-piece grey suit, something that was probably worth more than most people's cars, but that was Steven. He was an arrogant ass.
He looked upon me, looked me up and down, from my red high-heels to the top of my blonde head, and I did not like the implications behind that studious look. Nevertheless, he smiled, clapped his hands together, and nodded toward the viewing glass.
"Today's the day!" he said excitedly. "If what you say is true, and I already know it is, then I have a whole world of opportunities to explore. Let's see it in action from your end."
"Just remember that this is my project, Steven," I warned. "Project Red Light is mine; remember that."
I turned, walked toward the viewing glass, and turned back to address him, though I caught his vision wandering toward my ass. Not the best way to start the demonstration.
I placed my hands on my hips and frowned, but he simply stared directly at my tits. God, he is such an ass.
"Ahem," I said unhappily. "The demonstration, Steven. Eyes on the testing area, not my tits."
He looked up into my eyes, shook his head, and shrugged as he gave me a sheepish grin.
"Ah, you know me, Sasha," he said, a smile in his voice. "I just like what I see."
"That's great," I said dryly. "You've seen it before."
"Naahhhht really," he drawled as he looked me over one more time.
I was confused at that statement, but he clapped his hands together one more time and motioned toward the viewing glass.
"Sorry," he said happily. "A little distracted. Let's uhh...Let's get this show on the road. I want to see Project Red Light in action, firsthand. Show me what you've got."
I rolled my eyes and sighed. He'd read my report, but...I could understand why he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
"If you direct your attention to the testing area," I explained, "you can see that we've set it up to look like a library."
"In the basest sense of the word," said Steven. "It's just some plain grey tables, some grey metal shelves with...what...the same green paperback books on them? How is this supposed to represent a library?"
"You'll see," I said.
I pressed the mic button for the waiting room.
"Alanis, you may enter," I said.
The far door of the testing area opened, and a young white woman of only twenty-two walked in. Alanis was one of my college test-subjects that had come in for the two hundred dollars we were offering, though she had no idea what was actually going on.
Alanis was Caucasian, just like the other two test subjects today, though I was not opposed to other ethnicities, others needed, in fact, for proper test data across the board, but these three happened to be my test subjects of the day, and Alanis was my first.
Alanis was five-three, hourglass in body, round C-cup breasts with big reddish-pink nipples to define them, a fine scrub of clipped sandy-blonde pubic hair between her legs, pubic hair that matched the short, sandy-blonde pixie cut upon her head, and she had a cute round face with almond-colored eyes, attractive in her own way, but nothing that came close to matching me.
Alanis's only current articles of clothing were a pair of white socks matched with white sneakers. Otherwise, she was fully nude, though she gave no indication that this was an issue.
"You may study when ready," I said into the testing room mic.
My disembodied voice echoed around the testing room, and Alanis walked up to the two 'bookshelves' in the room and studied the contents of each shelf.
