The seventh chapter of Campaign 6R.
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LIVE LARGE!!!
BoCur
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Chapter 7
It had been three months since Mama and Daddy's death.
After many revisions of the Di-18 experiment I believed I finally had the right formula. Very powerful, just under the strength to injure or cause death.
At least that was what I believed. My calculations said it would be safe but it was only theory. I had checked the postulate multiple times, programming as many possible variables as I could. None of the ingredients were deadly in and of themselves but in combination the result was unknown.
With all my safeguard calculations there was always that chance...the best laid plans of mice and men.
I was going to be the test subject. I would never use it on Di without thorough screening process.
That was one of the reasons I had been teaching Di, getting all my affairs in line and setting her up to function without me. Just in case my experiment went south.
She was doing excellent and now would have little problem going forward in the event of my demise.
Mama's longtime bestie and my investment broker, Betty Stillhouse, was a large, boisterous, happy, intelligent woman with wild mane of still naturally red hair in her late fifties.
In her youth she had been a fabulous beauty and although still attractive did not concern herself with appearance anymore. A widower of some years and without children she devoted all her energies into her work and was very, very good at it.
Di was familiar with Betty, having seen her many times when she visited Mama and felt the connection, the love, between Betty and Mama. Di's love and trust of Mama was enough that Betty was the only person outside of family who did not instantly incite her acute anthropophobia.
With Di's permission I had invited Betty to dinner five times in hopes some rapport could be achieved between the two while showing Di that I too trusted Betty. It was moderately successful. They certainly weren't good friends but Di was cautionary comfortable around her.
I talked to Betty and she agreed to watch over Di in the event anything happened to me. I also impressed upon Di to contact Betty if she could not reach me. I put her number in Di's cell phone.
Di and I had continued our loving sexual relationship on a regular daily basis, most often at bedtime but not uncommon for us to indulge any time.
Di was still technically a virgin as we had never had intercourse. I was not yet ready to cross that line, although Di was far more adventurous.
Several times I slipped Di a sedative so that she would go to sleep soon after going to bed. I would then ingest each individual Di-18 ingredient as the tests progressed.
Other than normal bodily reactions to the chemicals I experienced no major adverse effects. I tried the stun gun on myself touching it to my side. Although excruciatingly painful the powerful electric device did no lasting damage.
It was time to test my hypothesis. Di was asleep under the effects of a sedative so I loaded the syringe and capped hypodermic needle with the final Di-18 formula.
Sitting in the high backed desk chair at the office desk I injected the solution intravenously into the vein in the bend of my elbow. Removing and recapping the needle I dropped it into the trashcan.
I sat back and waited a minute or so for the chemicals to reach my brain.
Soon I could feel the rush of the effects, strange, powerful, exhilarating and psychotropic. Before I was unable to perform I placed the stun gun to the back of my neck near the hairline and pressed the trigger at the same time slamming my head back against the chair.
In my mind altered condition I was able to withstand the terrible pain longer than thought.
Seeing stars, supernovas, a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors, I passed out.
I became conscious around 4 am the following morning, lying on the floor behind the desk, having fallen from the chair.
Sitting up woozy, I did a quick self-examination and determined there was no apparent serious harm. I stood and besides being sore, which could have been from the fall and or me lying on the floor for more than four hours, I felt fine not even a headache.
As I sat down in the chair to better get my bearing, I became conscious of the multiple sounds of the house and beyond.
My focus automatically went to Di. I could hear her light breathing and surprised, realized I could hear her beating heart. It was not just that my hearing had improved but I could block out everything else, concentrating on her. I was astonished that I clearly could see her in my mind lying on her side in her usual curled ball position, sleeping peacefully.
Even more astonishing I knew the how and why of this. In a flash this revelation led to a multitude of insights. The floodgate opened and my mind expanded.
Apparently the experiment was an unmitigated success. Over and above increased physical attributes I had dramatically increased mentally.
I had already been considered a genius, albeit mid-scale, but I calculated now I had at least doubled my IQ. Few if any had ever approached this rarefied stratosphere.
I was now aware of things never even imagined before. Not only aware but with complete understanding.
I now had access to areas of my brain previously unattainable. Along with this was the realization of the incredible dangerous, foolhardy method I utilized. I used a stick of dynamite instead of a doctor's micro laser scalpel. I was extremely fortunate to be alive, after teetering on the edge of the black void of death.
I could not, would not subject Di to this procedure, but didn't need to. I knew the what, why and how to do the very same without a scintilla of danger or pain to her. She may not have the brainpower I now possessed, I started from a higher point than 98% of the population, but she would be a very bright, happy adult.
I locked the stun gun in the wall safe and went to the bedroom, undressed and slipped into bed. Di rolled over and snuggled against me, laying her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and laid a hand on her forehead.
Closing my eyes I thought of her neural circuit.
A neural circuit is a population of neurons interconnected by synapses to carry out a specific function when activated. Neural circuits interconnect to one another to form large scale brain networks.
My interest was her sub-consciousness. I saw this network with the electrical impulses traveling along lighting up part of her brain. She was dreaming and I could sense it was the normal happy dreams of a child.
I spotted several of synapses where the signal stalled and beyond was dark areas. I repaired all the damaged synapses and the areas lit up brightly. Now the entire sub-conscious controlling area of her brain sparkled brilliantly. I sensed a subtle change in her dreams.
Looking around extensively I saw the rest of the repair would require Di being awake, cognizant and thinking. I exited her mind and lay thinking about everything, my mind going a mile a minute.
I scrutinized my own brain, especially the expanded areas.
When done, without waking Di, rose, dressed and went to the kitchen to make coffee, carrying it out on the back porch to enjoy the morning.
I was on my second cup when Di appeared wearing her usual, one of my white t-shirts. She seldom wore anything else all day unless it was the cleaning and maintenance worker's day or Betty was visiting.
The t-shirt was big, on her reaching little above mid-thigh but often gave me glimpse of her glorious behind and her luscious peach.
"Morning Sugar. How are you?"
She hugged and kissed me then sat down at the table, answering, "OK."
"Sleep good?"
A brief frown crossed her face as she concentrated and said, "A funny dream."
"What do you mean funny? Did it bother you?"
"Bother.... no bother.... Someone was in my dream.... You"
"Its alright Baby," I told her pulling her onto my lap, the tee bunching around her waist.
Now was as good a time as any to make the repairs. I couldn't say I want to fix her because Di did not realize she was different, thinking everything was normal. Mama, Daddy, nor I, ever told her otherwise and I was not going to start now.
What I was going to do was hypnotize her as she was very susceptible to suggestion.
When she was settled in my arms, I whispered in her ear, "Honey do as I say."
