Swanson smiled in response. "Such a classic. Just one concern, the vagina to penis ratio in this family is 3 to 1. It isn't going to create a huge amount of variation in the dynamic apart from these two."
Deverne nodded and turned to Butch. "I need another male for this experiment," she said making it sound like a request when it was clearly a command.
"Any preference Ms Deverne?" Butch asked in her heavy French accent.
She considered the question for all of half a second. "A male is a male. It's just the penis we need."
"Straight away Ms Deverne." Butch said before quickly exiting the lab.
Swanson had already started to undress his newest victims.
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2.
"...you tell me what you've been doing with all my money." Deverne pointed to a door at the back of the lab. On it was a large sign indicating 'RESEARCH'.
Swanson was briefly caught off guard by the question. "I am working on a number of projects, none are finished as of yet."
"You have nothing to show for one million dollars?" Deverne voice was tinged with sceptisim.
"Whilst one million dollars is normally considered a large amount of money, from the perspective of advanced scientific pursuits, it is tiny. At that level of financial investment, the groundbreaking developments I have been working on are going to take some time to fully realise. Believe me when I say they will make the primitive awareness modifiers you have spread throughout the complex look like kids toys." Swanson was getting more energetic as he spoke, slipping into to full mad scientist mode. "They will change our entire understanding of reality itself!"
Deverne didn't look as excited about the prospect as Swanson. "Don't get too arrogant, Swanson; just because you are a world class surgeon, it doesn't qualify you as a physicist."
"Actually, I am."
"What?"
"Although I elected to become primarily a surgeon, I hold doctorates in six different scientific disciplines." He pointed to his patients. "You don't actually think what I do to your guests is purely surgical do you?" He asked before he laughed at Deverne's lack of insight.
"I don't care how you do it. I am only interested in results." She pointed towards the research lab. "And I don't see any results from your..., man cave."
Swanson dug out a key from his pocket. "Very well, if I must." Deverne's stern look made it obvious it wasn't an optional choice. "I'm sure I can show you some proof of concept work." He started walking towards the research lab door.
—
3.
"...you indulge yourself."
"What?" Swanson asked unsure exactly what Deverne meant.
"I am giving you this one opportunity to do as you wish with these patients. I know my own imagination is not limitless. I shall not influence your decision but I would like you to impress me." Deverne's face took on an uncharacteristic grin that seemed erotically charged.
Swanson was somewhat taken aback. He wondered if his employer was flirting with him.
"I shall try not to disappoint," he said as he lifted a scalpel off the tray of instruments.
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4.
"...to begin with, we swap one of them with Butch," Deverne said nonchalantly, much to the young woman's horror, "it will be good to have have someone on the inside of the family unit."
Butch took a terrified step backwards. "But Ms Deverne, I 'ave been your most devoted employee. Pourquoi?"
"Why? You didn't think you were keeping that body for long did you?" Deverne pointed at the attractive receptionist.
"This is my body."
Deverne looked confused by Butch's response. "You really think that?"
Butch was so distracted by the thought of losing her beautiful body, she never noticed Swanson creeping up behind her. "I know it because –" Was also she managed to say before Swanson stuck a syringe in her neck. Butch collapse unconscious into his arms.
Deverne still couldn't understand why Butch thought she was in her original body.
Swanson had his own theories. "I had a feeling that awareness modifier in reception was malfunctioning."
"You don't think any guests are affected do you?"
Swanson with some difficulty pulled Butch on to another bed. "I don't think so. The amount of thought waves leaking out of it is probably negligible but Butch has been exposed for weeks, slowly warping her sense of reality."
"I actually feel a little sorry for her," Deverne said in a sad voice, "Oh well, on with the experiment."
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