The scene is a darkened mahogany paneled boardroom. One heavyset older man, MR. MARSONETTI, sits red-faced in a padded leather chair. Standing beside him is a well dressed young executive, MR. CADWELL. He holds a remote and both are watching a plasma screen that is feet across. Paused onscreen is an image of voluptuous laboratory escapee SUBJECT 001.
MARSONETTI: OK, go back and play that part again, it's my favorite.
CADWELL: The part where the subject chokes a guard with her handcuffs and later breaks the chain without really exerting herself?
MARSONETTI: No not that! See those titties bounce? Now that's science at work! Goddamn I'd like to hit that.
CADWELL: Sir I think you're missing the point. We no longer have control of the subject. Forty-four employees at your genetic research facility are either dead or injured.
MARSONETTI: You're the one missing the point! She's got ass too! Point blank: Cadwell, are you queer or something?
CADWELL: No sir.
MARSONETTI: Well then show some fucking enthusiasm! Did you take a cold shower this morning? Christ! This is fantastic. Who's in charge of project X anyway?
CADWELL: Dr. Olson
MARSONETTI: Give that man a raise.
CADWELL: Can you award a raise posthumously?
MARSONETTI: Olson's dead? We were supposed to play 18 holes on Sunday.
CADWELL: That's what I've been trying to tell you sir. The subject has escaped.
MARSONETTI: Well just call her back with the hypnotic suggestion thingie.
CADWELL: The suggestion was a failure. The tape recorder the hypnotist was using had to be retrieved with the help of a urologist.
MARSONETTI: She's got fire! Just my kinda lay! Well then go find her.
CADWELL: She's a seven foot tall purple haired amazon wearing a roll of gauze and a g-string. Finding her isn't difficult. Retrieving her without massive loss of life is the hard part. Sir, I told you earlier that combining the super soldier and the sex slave experiments was doomed to fail.
MARSONETTI: I don't pay you to think Mr. Fancy College Degree. We lowered overhead to bejeezus and back by rolling those programs together.
CADWELL: That's great. Now all we have to show for it is on a rampage, heading this way.
MARSONETTI: This way, eh? I didn't want it to come to this, but go ahead and terminate the subject remotely. Use that explosive in her head.
CADWELL: The one embedded behind her right eye?
MARSONETTI: Yes. Did I stutter?
CADWELL: Sir take a look at the video again. This time look at her face.
MARSONETTI: Sweet jumping Christ. If she did that to herself, whatddya think she'd do to me?
CADWELL: Let's not find out sir. I took the liberty of telling the pilot to warm up the helicopter on the roof.
MARSONETTI: That's what I like about you kid- always thinking!
Wow. Just, wow. This is what'd happen within ten minutes of me being able to control any vaguely government-like facility. 'Cept I wouldn't be dumb enough to give her a G-string. Oh, and uhh... put a backup bomb behind the other eye or somethin'. Oh, and robot guards. Hopefully I wouldn't need a robot urologist.
Woot's done blood before, but generally as a result of underestimating the weight and power of breasts, not as a self-inflicted wound in order to save ones cranium from exploding.
If this is ever made into a movie, get Fry and Laurie to play Marsonetti and Cadwell, respectively. The combination of erotic sci-fi thriller and Fry and Laurie would be a smash worldwide.
That's a neat idea Rhemora. I can see a lowly lab tech gradually falling for her and aiding her escape. I wonder what the story would be like told from her perspective.
And I agree with you Zach. I'm sure she has some crazy regenerative abilities to get back that eye. Though in the meantime, missing it can't improve her mood!
I keep hearing "Jill you're an amazon" from the first Resident Evil game whenever helicopters and evil SCIENCE are on the scene.
Would be frightening if the reason she's so ornery and dangerous is on account of the NON-super-soldier, libido overdrive augments (or LOA for the voodoo you do so well).
Cadwell deserves a "Henchman of the Month" award in the bomb shelter penthouse that Marsonetti is headed to.
Also like the self inflicted "war paint" under 001's left eye.
Keep up the great storytelling and appealing imagery WOOT.
Another idea: Cannon boobs. The boob palpitates briefly before launching a globe of milk that bursts on impact - with enough force to shatter a steel door. Or maybe she can spray milk globules like bullets, her jugs acting like twin machine guns.
If each breast is two feet in diametre, we can give her enough mammary glands to fill a sphere with a radius of 9 inches. I'd calculate the volume (spherical volume, that is) and convert it into gallons, and give her a somewhat conservative total volume of twenty gallons of breast milk. I did this for some erotic literature I write, but the site (Epic Lust) went down and hasn't come back in a while.
seriously, you'd think that evil mad scientists and the like would have learned by now. the basic rules of creating genetically altered or robotic soldiers/monsters that may possibly go on a rampage. First: implant explosive somewhere like in their heart, or brain, or somewhere else inaccessible like that. Second: Try a lethal gene, like in Jurassic Park, but without the total screwup. Third: Hypnosis and mind-control drugs BEFORE super strength, not after. Fourth: Get into a different line of work.
What kind of an idiot gives an intended sexslave superpowers BEFORE you have 100% control over the subject? Seriously? What were they thinking? I mean, if she were some sort of a bimbo without and violent tendencies, if not an outright pacifist, that would be one thing, but if you abduct someone, then experiment on them, and that person gains superpowers due to that experiment, then getting a tape recorder shoved up the most unpleasant of places is the least of what you deserve.
It cannot be disputed that from day zero, project X was plagued by poor managerial decisions that led directly to the escape of Subject 001.
What you're overlooking is that Mr Marsonetti, president of shadowy megacorporation Axis Pharmaceuticals, upheld statute 1304-C of the Tenants of Villainy and Supercrime by "leaving loopholes sufficiently large enough that the protagonists might, through a minimum of effort, win the day."
He also plans to delay taking off till Subject 001 is on the rooftop so as to give a monologue from his helicopter. There are rules people!
Well if you have to pick a way to die...this is not that bad an option, you have like a 10% chance she may choose to rape you to death (in a good way of course and then again can you really rape the willing).
MARSONETTI: OK, go back and play that part again, it's my favorite.
CADWELL: The part where the subject chokes a guard with her handcuffs and later breaks the chain without really exerting herself?
MARSONETTI: No not that! See those titties bounce? Now that's science at work! Goddamn I'd like to hit that.
CADWELL: Sir I think you're missing the point. We no longer have control of the subject. Forty-four employees at your genetic research facility are either dead or injured.
MARSONETTI: You're the one missing the point! She's got ass too! Point blank: Cadwell, are you queer or something?
CADWELL: No sir.
MARSONETTI: Well then show some fucking enthusiasm! Did you take a cold shower this morning? Christ! This is fantastic. Who's in charge of project X anyway?
CADWELL: Dr. Olson
MARSONETTI: Give that man a raise.
CADWELL: Can you award a raise posthumously?
MARSONETTI: Olson's dead? We were supposed to play 18 holes on Sunday.
CADWELL: That's what I've been trying to tell you sir. The subject has escaped.
MARSONETTI: Well just call her back with the hypnotic suggestion thingie.
CADWELL: The suggestion was a failure. The tape recorder the hypnotist was using had to be retrieved with the help of a urologist.
MARSONETTI: She's got fire! Just my kinda lay! Well then go find her.
CADWELL: She's a seven foot tall purple haired amazon wearing a roll of gauze and a g-string. Finding her isn't difficult. Retrieving her without massive loss of life is the hard part. Sir, I told you earlier that combining the super soldier and the sex slave experiments was doomed to fail.
MARSONETTI: I don't pay you to think Mr. Fancy College Degree. We lowered overhead to bejeezus and back by rolling those programs together.
CADWELL: That's great. Now all we have to show for it is on a rampage, heading this way.
MARSONETTI: This way, eh? I didn't want it to come to this, but go ahead and terminate the subject remotely. Use that explosive in her head.
CADWELL: The one embedded behind her right eye?
MARSONETTI: Yes. Did I stutter?
CADWELL: Sir take a look at the video again. This time look at her face.
MARSONETTI: Sweet jumping Christ. If she did that to herself, whatddya think she'd do to me?
CADWELL: Let's not find out sir. I took the liberty of telling the pilot to warm up the helicopter on the roof.
MARSONETTI: That's what I like about you kid- always thinking!
CADWELL:...