The Drakken Council was meeting in two weeks and Driscoll Adams looked at his ceremonial sword and considered ending it all. His prestigious college degrees in genetics and biomechanical engineering and his position at the Drakken Institute for Advancing Civilization meant nothing in the face of his failures.
He would need a Linterna Season of Miracles blessing or as the humans called it a Christmas miracle. So he cried his last tears as he wrote to his mother of his love and devotion and prayed that things would be different. He'd bought his Mother's contract in her seventh year after a year of working. After writing his final letters Driscoll just couldn't do it. Maybe he was a coward or maybe he was just utterly deficient. He would do it tomorrow and today he would check the Z950 Prototype and go home. It would fail like all the others and Driscoll would have to admit his final failure.
The dawn came all too quickly and Driscoll got ready for work and swallowed his defeat as he went to work thinking about his ceremonial sword and his total and abject failure. Walking into the office past his chattering colleagues, past computers, labs. It was time.
"Computer, what is the status of the Z950 Prototype?" Driscoll asked, feeling his heart beating hollowly in his chest.
"Z950 Prototype is fully integrated with all enzymes active and protein proactively produced and folded. RNA production active and DNA polymerases integrated the new proteins with 100% transcription and translation."
Driscoll dropped his sword and sat down abruptly on the floor.
"It worked."
The Drakken Council convened and were pleased with the research, and requested that the research be moved immediately into living subject research.
Driscoll had asked "How are we to do this with no one wanting to be experimented on and a scarcity of Drakken mates?"
"Well we must be creative" and then he looked up his files.
There were multiple suggestions all of them nothing if not creative but none matched Allitar's suggestion in its simplicity and creativity.
"A 10 million dollar grant to the Earth based Reformatory and Propriety Home. They could revamp their program and we could have the monitoring and selection we require." Allitar said in a dry cracked voice.
"So be it." the Premier said and the Entire Council cheered.
Dr. Hendrick was at his desk when the message came through from the Drakken Premier.
"10 million dollars?" Dr. Hendrick asked.
"Yes, we would send Dr. Driscoll Adams a Drakken/Human hybrid and he would oversee the entire program. It would take a year or two but would be a life affirming change for the Drakken People." the Drakken Premier said.
"We have a very specific regimen that we adhere to. What would it entail in detail?" Dr. Hendrick asked suspiciously.
"We would give a genetic injection during your assessment if the subject is found Drakken compatible and we would then draw blood every couple months up to a year. We would further give you updated specs on Drakken compatibility modules for your assessor." the Drakken Premier said.
"Put this in writing and it's agreed upon."
Rissa Tarth got out of the police car and looked up at the Reformatory and shook inside. Its huge dark brooding darkness felt like it sucked all the light from the sky and the earth. The police uncuffed her and it was a near thing for Rissa to beg them not to leave her here and to just send her to Sirprius V instead. Inside they went and there sweeping down the stairs was a woman with steel soulless eyes in a gray duster and bonnet. She reminded Anna of Mrs. Danvers from her favorite story Rebecca. Swallowing Anna looked up and felt her heart sink like a stone.
"Anna Tarth, come along Dr. Hendricks is waiting and today is Friday so he wants to be out of here." Up the stairs she went to the grandiose office with the large desk, made of solid oak and there sat Dr. Hendrick in what appeared to be a new leather chair.
Dr. Hendrick opened the file in front of him and scanned through it.
"Anna Tarth guilty as charged and you are voluntarily agreeing to treatment at the Reformatory and Proprietary Home?"
"Yes I am agreeing to all treatments." Anna said, feeling oddly like she'd sold her soul.
"Anna Tarth you refused jobs and work despite being Masters level educated in the field of Robotics and instead worked dancing for men's pleasure. You are educated. We have three questions for you. Do you prefer work or education? What religion do you prefer? Do you have any preferences for a mate?" Dr. Hendrick asked.
"I am educated and I..." Anna began only to be interrupted by Dr. Hendrick.
"Clearly now your religion?"
"I prefer Danetism or a non confirmatory religion where I don't have to do much." Anna answered.
"I see, and now about your mate preferences?" Dr. Hendrick asked, looking at Matron and raising his eyebrow.
"I have a long list of things I do and don't like in a man....." Anna started.
"Enough. Matron, take her for her assessments." Dr. Hendrick said as snapped Anna's file shut.
Down a flight of stairs and around a dark hall into a dimly lit room. There in the middle of the room was an assessor.
"No, those are illegal." Anna screeched as she looked at the horrid machine.
"Disrobe and go sit down or I'll call the police back and have them ship you this very day to Sirprius V. " Matron said sharply with not a drop of compassion in her voice.
The gray gown that was her prison gown while awaiting trial was a flimsy covering but Anna took it off. She walked over and sat down on the Assessor and then Matron locked her wrists and ankles with thick leather straps.
Slowly a mask descended over her eyes and the probes inserted into her skull for a review of her entire life experience and education. Anna hoped that was the worst of it until she felt a large intrusion into her soft depths and then further into her anus. The mask didn't hide the sensations of her body being painfully fucked by the merciless Assessor and the pain from the probes intensified into a blazing fire in her mind.
Then finally when Anna thought she'd pass out she felt the Assessor begin to place a large ball shaped thing in her Anus and it began to expand and then an even bigger ball shaped thing was placed in her pussy expanding so fast that Anna began to scream and cry. Then it stopped and abruptly the restraints were removed.
Anna stumbled off the Assessor and the Matron looked at her critically and then said. "You'll need a wash before we return to Dr. Hendrick; he doesn't enjoy foul odors."
Into a bathing room with a shower and Anna thought it would be pleasant and probably the only thing that would be pleasant.