Jim Withers: The lead scientist headed into the boardroom. The three senior executives would make the decision about whether to launch the product, or not. His life would take a serious turn for the better if it was a success. However, if it failed to wow them. The department, and the research for it would be used as an excuse to move him into a less demanding role.
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Clenching his hands into tight fists, he fought to stop the shakes. He needed to be calm and project confidence if he was going to succeed. As he got into his presentation, there was a hiss from the test sample.
Moments later, the doors on the conference room, sealed shut with a rapid -thunk-. The nanites having been detected in the air. The contamination contained, but the four men were going to be transformed.
On the opposite side of the table, the executives backed their chairs away from the table. No-one was trying to outrun the nanites, but their expression promised Jim there would be consequences for this.
Jim was more concerned with the executives than his own changes. Their decision on his fate could be influenced by how he reacted to this little disaster.
Too soon, they were unrecognisable. Their smart business suits transformed into leather slacks, their shirts similarly transformed. The looks on their pretty faces suggesting that Jim might get off quite lightly.
The sound of the air scrubbers kicked in. Neutralising the nanites with an EM pulse, before filtering them from the air. Jim's new body came with a heavy dose of submissive tendencies, and the need to please.
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