The Birth of Super Pimp
Chapter I
Dr. John Cavers sat at his work station in the bowels of the Platinum Corporation and quietly read over some print outs. He was a man a habit and he liked using paper copies to read and jot notes on and given that he was one of the most brilliant scientists in the world his boss, Trisha Platt, was more than willing to let him have his little idiosyncrasies. His work in genetics, human behavior, the human mind and various diseases had revolutionized the world of medicine several times over and had made the corporation tons of money.
His current mutterings out loud though were about some data that was a pet project of Ms. Platt's that he had agreed to work on in his spare time. Ms. Platt had asked him in confidence on behalf of the Center City's Super hero group the "Hidden Five" to work on a theory. Center City, while being a very modern and rich city also had an extreme reputation for vice. It had been the last location in the state to outlaw it and it had been openly flaunted for years. The Hidden Five had made it their top priority to destroy it and had been somewhat successful with the arrests of several notorious pimps and human traffickers. But others kept popping up, and while they were much reduced and nearly cornered, vice still seemed to live on.
The Hidden Five had become convinced that the desire to be a pimp was actually genetic. Not that you were born to be a pimp, but that with certain genes and the right environment certain individuals would embrace the pimp life and be successful at it. Their request was that Dr. Cavers find this gene and see about finding a way to remove it or somehow block it. You could then, the idea went, actually treat pimps and reform them into something else.
So for the last year Dr. Cavers had been gathering DNA samples of the city's (and even the world's) most notorious and successful pimps, along with huge amounts of interviews, information, and written documents on how pimps felt, did business and what made them, their women, and their customers tick.
"Utter waste of time. I am certain I am near a breakthrough on my research in cancer cells, but I keep having to come back to this. I really need to put my foot down with Ms. Platt and get this sent off to someone else." Dr. Cavers said to himself out loud (another odd habit of his).
Dr. Cavers had to relog onto his terminal. He had a small office deep underground in the Headquarters building of the Platinum Corporation that was linked into the main supercomputer which was currently running some of his numbers. It was the most powerful computer on earth, more so than even government classified systems, but that was a very carefully concealed fact known only to a handful of people. Even fewer knew that it actually had a crude A.I. that was used solely for special projects as an automated assistant so the number of people working it could be kept to a minimum.
At this point several things happened that would have a very massive effect on Center City and eventually the world. First, Dr. Cavers started multi-tasking several projects at once. He pulled up the special "Vice" project on Pimps. At the same time, he also started working on his cancer cell study, which was currently dealing with replication of cells and a theory he had that could turn dangerous cancer cells into healthy cells instead and cause them "shut off" when enough healthy cells had been created. If his theory was right, he could turn cancer into a method to regrow damaged or dying body parts. Second, he pulled out his old headset with microphone. He had had it for years and much preferred to use it than the many speakers in his office. He plugged it in so that the A.I. would only listen to his mike. Just as he was settling down his email dinged with an important email. The third event was that when he rolled his chair away his headset cord got tugged a bit and partially dislodged. Instead of being able to clearly make out what he said, the A.I. was only getting partial words and worse, the headset in which the A.I. verbally communicated was actually disconnected fully.
Dr. Cavers, as his habit started reading an email about how he was past due on a security test and his account would be suspended at midnight unless he finished. He really started muttering then about the idiocy of the IT section.
And the A.I. started to take commands...
