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THE IMMORTALITY DRIVE
"Do you wants me to wear zee little panties?" The Geek turned
around to where the young teen girl with the heavy French
accent was holding up what appeared to be a circle of string
bisected by a half circle of string and was blushing and
giggling at him as she peaked around the door frame. The Geek
cleared his throat, twice, and still could not speak and so
he nodded his head and pressed his glasses back up his nose
as the nod had been a tad more vigorous then he had meant it
to be.
The naked teen bounced back away from the room to finish
changing and the Geek let out a long whoosh of air as he
stood up and placed the lab top on the desk in front of the
several computer monitors and towers already there and
humming along busily.
It had not been his idea. Few of his ideas were his own. Like
most great brilliant men through out history he often found
lesser ideas of lesser men to be very useful when re
processed through his own genius. Of course the courts of the
world found such 'borrowing' to be frowned upon and perhaps
that was why he had felt little hesitation at an early age to
slip into a life of open crime. If one is treated as a
criminal for being brilliant in a land of lard brains then
why not just take that step further and enjoy the rewards as
well as the risks?
It had been Pervo's idea. Pervo had told the Geek about how
he had used super heroine DNA to make two original clones
that he called Alpha Woman and Alpha Girl. For the sole
purpose of turning these two women loose to attack him and
then he would capture them and sexually molest them and then
set them free to do it all over and over again.
That was the problem with Pervo, he was all about his
projects. He would spend all his time holed up in his lab
working on some insane gizmo not to become rich or powerful
but just to build the damn thing and then see if it worked.
Pervo pulled jobs to pay for his projects. The Geek did his
projects to pull jobs. The Geek wanted money and power. This
is why Pervo's Alpha project ended up toast when his lab was
attacked and ruined by Ms. Americana.
And this is why the Geek's reverse engineering of the basic
idea was so successful. The Geek did not understand enough
about DNA to grow some women in his bathtub but he knew all
about computers and robots.
So the Geek tore apart his little army of bodyguard robots
and over the last several months had rebuilt them into four
hot sexy teen super heroines!
And man where they hot!!! He had even given each one of them
a sexy accent; French, Russian, Japanese, and Scottish. These
accents of course matched the robot girls basic racial look
and mannerisms. They looked more real than real girls did and
more importantly were always horny and heavily into bondage!
But where Pervo's super heroines were never meant to be real
super heroines, just gate crashing party dolls for his own
amusement; the Geek's super heroine robots were meant to be
REAL super heroines. Well, sort of.
He called them, 'The Feminists'! And he secretly monitored
and controlled them from the shadows. Actually from several
electronic devices such as the lap top he had just slipped
out of the bottom desk drawer. He had made them as autonomous
as he dared but he liked to keep a watch on them to make sure
no Pervo slip up could happen.
For the Geek had also built for his four super teens their
very own super villain. He called this villain, The Knight
Mare. A female centaur. Young gorgeous face, long pony tail,
tits the size of beach balls! And a horse body that could out
run a police helicopter and out maneuver a police motorcycle
and kick a hole through a vault door of a bank with too much
money for its own good.
The Knight Mare carried an energy bow and several large
saddle bags for the storing of loot. The Knight Mare always
beat, just barely, The Feminists, and made off with the
stolen goods. The Geek made sure of that.
It was brilliant! As soon as the police saw a squad of sexy
super teens arriving to tackle the super powered centaur bank
robber they stepped back and holstered their weapons and did
not call for back-up. The police of Delta City were so used
to super heroines in skimpy costumes jugging up to them and
taking on the bad guys that the cops just folded their arms
and watched.
It didn't really matter that Knight Mare escaped with the
goods; because the teen super heroines would bolt after her
to capture her and if they didn't somehow manage that capture
today... well they would surely accomplish it tomorrow. The
Geek always made sure that the Feminists would recover one or
two bags of loot from Knight Mare before she would escape
with the rest.
And that the Feminists would hand the bags to the police
officers while grinding up against them all flushed and
slutty before leaping up into the air and waving and smiling
and blowing kisses with winks before flying off into pursuit
of the fleeing armored centaur.
Such genius! It had been one of his most successful jobs
ever! Four bank robberies and three jewelry store heists in
just seven weeks! Each time he made sure Knight Mare only
managed to escape with a third of the swag but it was more
than enough to keep him up to his armpits in Zingers and it
had his comic book subscription paid off in full for the
entire year! Not something to scoff at as just a full year of
all of DC's titles was more than a down payment on a new car!
He had even managed to pay off his Sedgeway two wheel stand
up scooter. Which he had modified with a back-up nitros two
cycle engine so it could hit speeds of up to eighty miles per
hour for several city blocks. Helmet mandatory dude!
Of course all things good or bad can not last. To power his
robots he had borrowed (there is that pesky word again) power
cells from Armageddon. Who it appeared did not like being
used like a lending library. Especially when it came to
prototypes he had sunk a small fortune in to designing and
making.
Well, if he did not want someone to come by and borrow them
then he should have invested in some better locks.
Of course Armageddon had not wasted much time in building an
energy signature device that had lead him to The Feminists
and Knight Mare and now the multi-armed freak was showing up
and blasting way too much property damage every time the Geek
was trying to pull a job. And that in turn had meant other
super heroines were now showing up as well.
At least the Geek had figured out how to shield his own
building and the area immediately around it from Armageddon's
energy signature radar. But the Geek's hidden security
cameras had picked up the rather obvious trench coat tribly
hat wearing multi-armed super villain lurking about in the
sewers and at the coffee shop across the street from the
storage shed he rented for his van.
The Geek had wired up a simple energy emitter and attached it
to a small drone and would drop that off in the sewer and
send it racing along just before he drove out with the
centaur in the van as well as the super teens. That should
send the multi-armed freak on a wild goose chase but such a
gimmick could only work once.
The van was insulated and cloaked so the centaur and teens
would be safe in that before and after the job but this would
have to be the last one unless he could figure out how to
appease Armageddon or figure out some other way to get
'crabby' off his back.
As the Geek gathered up his tools for the job the Feminists
drifted into the room having put on their revealing costumes
chatting with each other.
"Every time I go out people stare. Tell me honestly. Is there
something wrong with my butt-side?!"
The Geek had programed them so they all believed they were
humane. They had been orphans together before being stolen by
the government and trained to be assassins but the Geek had
rescued them from the government and now he was helping them
to be super heroines.
As such they needed to stay away from the government who
would steal them back and work hard to help people to win
their trust and appreciation so the government couldn't steal
them back.
"Crabby', Armageddon, was a government bogyman and was trying
to steal them back. That was a new lie the Geek had tossed in
there to explain his sudden violent appearance every time
they went out into public.
"I hope Knight Mare does not violate her parole this time."
The Geek had them believing that they won every battle by
bringing Knight Mare home in the van with them and that after
a few weeks it was time to take Knight Mare back out in the
city and 'release' her on 'parole.' Of course within minutes
of her release she would be attacking another bank or jewelry
shop and the Feminists would rush out of the van to bring her
back to justice.
The Geek had kept making the Feminists costumes increasingly
skimpier with each job and as he had guessed this had greatly
increased their popularity with the Delta City average Joe.
Still it was VERY difficult to live in a small house in the
suburbs with four VERY anatomically correct teen girls with
perfect bodies and over revved cock tease sex drives whose
own sexual awareness had been glazed over with the usual
super heroine prim and proper puritanical abstract
moralities.
To keep the 'him as a rescuer and now mentor' illusion going
the Geek found he had to remain 'hands off' of his four honey
dripping sex bots.
He deeply regretted stealing the whole idea from Charley's
Angels reruns on late night TV and spent most of his time at
the house and in the crowded van sweating as he recited to
himself the new mantra of his life, 'they are only robots
they are only robots-they are only robots- they are only
robots' as huge firm tits and round bubble butt asses
attached to giggling teen girls kept finding their way being
jostled or shoved into his face.
They couldn't keep still for even a moment! Jiggling all over
the place! Bouncing their breasts and swaying their asses all
over the rooms like humane pin-balls!
Always bending over at the waist to play with that damn stray
kitten they had insisted upon bringing home with them and
waving their asses like flags on a windy day!
Or stretching over backwards with feet and palms on the floor
as they pushed their crotches up at the ceiling! He had never
programed them to do that!
And the pillow fights!
And when the hell did they decide or come up with the idea of
turning all board games into 'STRIP' versions! Strip sorry?!
Strip monopoly?! Strip go fish?! They are only robots-they
are only robots- they are only robots- they are only robots.
"I think Mister Tail-Bottom should have a costume and cape
too!" Mister Tail-Bottom was what they had named the kitten
despite it being female.
"He could come with us and help fight zee crime! He would be
most helpful. Yez?"
The Geek simply sighed and kept shoving items into the gym
bag that he would need for the job they were about to pull.
At least the Knight Mare remained down stairs in 'prison'
waiting patiently for parol. Prison also being the kitchen
where the Knight Mare would talk non-stop about the 'Soaps'
she would watch all day long on TV which she thought were the
same as news broadcasts during their meals.
The robots did not need to eat of course. They each had a
power core that would last tens of thousands of years. But
they liked to eat, no, they loved to eat. And their favorite
food was anything that came out of a Dairy Queen bag. Perhaps
he had programed them a bit TOO well as super heroines.
"OH! After Knight Mare fails her parol again can we stop by
zee Dairy Queen? Yez?!"
The Geek sighed and nodded and the entire room exploded into
jumping squealing teen girls and their huge firm breasts
bouncing all over the place in exuberant exultation.
At that moment, when the Geek was seriously debating for the
hundred time, if it might not be the wiser and more mirthful
and the sweeter the course, to let Armageddon capture the
whole lot of the robots as he skipped town with the loot, the
monitor nearest his bent over face chimed and leapt out of
sleep mode. Upon it was the face of a young man, really a
boy, with glasses, who spoke without hesitation.
"Good morning. I am Mister Fear and I have a use for you."
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"Well vat-o-brains says the task force we sent to try and
stop the Mister Fear armada has failed and is on its way
back. Not sure if they will make it back to Earth before the
fleet shows up though." Ms. Americana removed the helmet that
connected her to the large copper and brass tank where glass
portals showed a seething mass of brains pulsing in a
bubbling solution and turned to face professor Whirltler.
"I feared as much and yet hopped as much," the professor
shook his head and took a bite out of a stale donut and
replaced it back in his lab coat pocket and then took a swig
of cold coffee from a Styrofoam cup and then replaced that in
the same pocket with the half eaten donut.
"You were explaining to me that you think you have figured
out Mister Fear's plan?" Ms. Americana took her tiara out of
her cleavage and replaced it back on her head as she finger
combed her hair back into place.
"Wha?! Oh yes! Well, it's only a hypothesise but it fits with
his otherwise odd behavior. I believe he is working to build
an Immortality Drive. It was a project he worked on for a
while with the government but it was ash canned. I think he
may be trying to, er, resurrect it now."
"And what is this... Immortality Drive, professor?"
"Well, to be blunt." He removed a hero sub sandwich from
another lab coat pocket and an open pop bottle and then
realized he wanted to use his lap top only to see his hands
were full. So he took a bite of sandwich. Took a swig of pop.
And then placed the pop bottle into Ms. Americana's cleavage
and used his free hand to begin typing on his lap top.
Ms. Americana looked down at the soda bottle snugged between
her jugs and raised an eyebrow and gave the back of professor
Whirtler's head a sour look as she pursed her lips but he was
speaking before she had a chance to say anything.
"Ah, here it is. The whole Mister Fear thing seems to have
the government in an up roar and so even some of the more
delicate top secret projects he was working on with them have
been released to me in the aspect of it being of some use to
stop him. Of course these are only the abandoned military
projects. I am sure the working military ones are still under
some General's copy of 'famous whore houses of military
history' in his latrine. But this is the project that seems
both relevant and most interesting."
Professor Whirtler pointed at the screen where a pop-up file
titled 'Immortality Drive' suddenly appeared as he reached
around without looking and retrieved his soda bottle from Ms.
Americana's cleavage with a loud rubbery sound not unlike two
large Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade giant balloon characters
colliding in a narrow back alley; and then taking a quick
swig of pop promptly inserted it back into the Queen of
Justice breast canyon and went back to typing and scrolling
with his free hand as he took another bite of his sandwich.
Ms. Americana scowled at the offending soda bottle and then
much like the knights of old could not yank the Excaliber
free from its perch in her bosom. She gave up with a sigh and
continued looking at the screen and listening to the
professor who as he spoke would reach around without looking
and pull out the soda bottle with a Champaign cork 'POP' take
a quick swig and before she could stop him, replace it as
stuck and snug as before!
"You see the whole point of the Immortality Drive was to
bathe an area with these rays that would stop all cellular
decrepitude. Basically making it so all aging stops. You
could still slip in the bathtub and break your neck and die
and such but you would no longer simply age into death.
Barring accidents or willful injury you could conceivably
live forever."
"Wait?! What?! I am sorry professor but that does not quiet
sound like the usual 'take over the world' or 'blow the world
up' ploy that I am used to from a super villain. I mean, that
almost sounds, er, well nice?!"
"Well, there is a catch. All living things subjected to the
rays become instantly impotent. Unable to reproduce. So, yes
you have immortality per say but at the cost of a permanent
finite amount of life that is always going to be deplenishing
due to accidents, murder, suicide, and well, yes, of course
war!"
"Yes, I can see how the military would not like such a thing.
Out of sure brute necessity for the survival of the human
race all war would have to stop and they would be out of a
very lucrative job with little to no qualifications to do
much else but flip hamburgers in ever lasting poverty.
But how can you be sure this is what all these strange
Machiavellian occurrences have been about?"
"Well for the rays to work they have to bathe the cells in a
sort of before and after effect. Mister Fear took his stolen
tower back in time both here on Earth and then on Mars. He
then also is now setting up his tower in this time as well.
The simple triangulation on such a massive scale of both time
and space... Well! It is obvious he wants to make the whole
world live forever!"
"But why? Why would HE want to make the world live forever?"
"Well... maybe he is lonely? I mean some of these Mister Fear
documents go back two hundred years! It is impossible to say
how old he really is? Perhaps he simply wants the world to
live as he does and not watch it die?"
"Hmmm. That is certainly a very hopeful view. But we are
dealing with a man who at several crisses and crosses and
bends and turns has shown an utter disregard for human life.
The Heart Breaker incident alone would have resulted in the
loss of millions of lives if it had not been prevented."
"True. Quiet true. Which leads me to this." He pointed a
finger at a new pop-up on the screen. "It would be seem our
Mister Fear spent a great deal of time on some genetic
modification coding in his years at Pine Wood Prison. If one
were to take this sort of thing and add it to the whole
Immortality Drive then not only are we talking about stopping
cellular breakdown but we are talking about instantaneously
re-writing the DNA code of pre-existing life its self. Your
Mister Fear does not want to be Emperor of Earth; he wants to
be its new God!"
"You mean he could change the shape and appearance of
people?"
"My good woman. He could put tits on billboards if he
wanted."
"Mammary madness! He MUST be stopped!"
"NO! He can not! You must not in anyway impede upon his
task!"
"What professor?!" Ms. Americana grabbed the excited man by
the tie. "Sounds like that tie of yours is a little too
tight. Here let me help you with that!" Ms. Americana yanked
the professor's tie up tight choking the man. "Can never
remember it it's up or down to loosen these things!"
"ACK! ACK!" The professor struggled helplessly and then
yanked the soda bottle out of Ms. Americana's cleavage.
Before he could brain her with it she let him go.
"Leave the super heroine-ing to the super heroines!" She gave
him a stern look as he pulled his tie lose and as he looked
like he was about to stick the bottle back in her
decolletage. He hesitated and instead put it back into his
lab coat pocket along side the hero sub sandwich.
"Here follow me," the professor hoarsely gasped as he lead
Ms. Americana through the lab where his ninja lab assistants
where busy flipping around into various martial art poses. He
reached a vault door and opened it revealing it to actually
be made out of plywood. "Budget cuts," he mumbled and then
lead the super heroine down a short flight of stairs into a
long rectangular room full of glass cases set into its walls.
The glass cases were filled with various mutiod plants and
creatures. Many of whom Ms. Americana had disgustingly sexual
perverse encounters with more times than she cared to
remember. Some of the creatures seemed to want to rememver
and puckered their lips and made kiss-kiss sounds at her as
she passed.
"Here." The professor stopped before a large glass cage,
built into the wall like the others, but filled with green
jungle vegetation and filled three quarters of the way up
with yellow pond scummed water. Moving sluggishly inside the
tank was a six foot by three foot oblong yellow spongy
creature.
"By the jugs of the goddess! What is that thing?!"
"A primordial Twinkie. Found about a week ago in the Amazon
river basin. Maybe the last of its kind. You see when Mister
Fear took Delta City back in time millions of years. A lot of
trash and debris were left behind when you brought the city
back into its proper time. The time device of both the
Neanderthal brains in Fear's Tower and the Time Speed device
in Wade Tower caused a lot of free radical events at the sub
atomic level. And one of these was the creation of the
primordial Twinkie. Thankfully its golden sponge cake and
creamy inner goodness proved too much for the herbivores and
carnivores of the time to resist and it seems to have been
eaten almost out of existence."
"Great Liberty! That's, that's... so wrong."
"Indeed! And it's just the tip of the proverbial iceberg!
Look here!" The professor pointed to what appeared to be an
empty wall cell's glass front.
But then he rapped his knuckles on it and suddenly a mister
grabby hands mutiod rapetiod plant appeared hissing and
slapping its milker-penis tentacles against the glass wall
with loud violent thwacks!
The professor half turned to a shocked and sputtering Ms.
Americana and raised an eyebrow, "A chameleon rapetoid. It is
almost invisible until it attacks. And this new trait is
found in dozens of other variations. Again, new to us, but
millions of years in the evolution of the thing."
"Look here." He walked across the long rectangular room of
glass wall cells and pointed at another cage. Inside a mutiod
humanoid rose up from a crouch and seeing Ms. Americana
pointed its palms at her and the walls of the cell vibrated.
"It has the ability to send out sonic pulse vibrations that
trigger orgasms in females. Can pop the cork of a super
heroine at sixty yards. If it wasn't for that special sheet
of polymorph glass there; you would be on your knees
simmering in a puddle of your own juices begging for more."
"This is what I am talking about here," he walked by a glass
cage where pink worm penises flew about like a flock of birds
with apparently bat-like wings. "Every day. Sometimes several
times a day. Since we have returned from the past we are
finding new species of rapetiods and mutiods and new monsters
all around us. If you and your super heroine brethren attack
Mister Fear right now and defeat him. Then all of this
continues unabated until the entire Earth will be engulfed
with such creatures!"
"But you can't suggest we let this vile Cretan re-make the
world in his own twisted image! I mean, tits on billboards!"
"Look I knew that the attack on his armada would fail but I
knew you super heroines needed to be doing something 'athlete
letical' or you would go stir crazy with just waiting. But
hear me out! If you attack and destroy Mister Fear then we
will see a world of ever shifting new creatures and creations
that are still slowly filtering in through the changes made
over millions of years of altered time. And so far everything
that's coming through that slow dripping funnel is super
heroine rape-y! If you get my meaning."
"But professor! You can not be suggesting that we let Mister
Fear win?!"
The professor sighed and dug around in his pockets looking
for something and in the process once again placed his half
empty bottle of soda into Ms. Americana's cleavage.
She gave him a disgruntled look and put her hands on her
shapely hips but said nothing as the soda bottle wagged like
a dog tail back and forth with her breast movements as she
followed the pre-occupied professor as he paced up and down
the room while he kept digging in his pockets.
"Ah!" He pulled out a piece of chewing gum and popped it into
his mouth. "We really have only two options; one, we attack
Mister Fear in all of his time zones at once and defeat him
simultaneously. That SHOULD cause the errant time line to
collapse in upon its self and let the old time line
reestablish it's own self which it is struggling to do now
and why the new aberrations coming through it are arriving so
slowly rather than instantly. The old time line is fighting
against the new one."
"To do that we would need to have Rack Woman and her fifth
house fight Mister Fear on Mars millions of years ago. She
seems to have the freedom when the planets are in correct
alignment to travel back and forth between our Earth at its
current time and Mars millions of years ago. So she should be
able to try and engage Mist Fear back then on Mars."
"Then we would need to re-teleport the Wade Tower and sadly
all of Delta City back in time to when it first returned to
our time and instead of fleeing from Mister Fear's attack
staying and beating him and not letting him teleport to Mars
on the piggyback wave redirected by him of the Time Speed
machine."
"And of course we would have to beat his armada of telepathic
warrior Martians and their monster beasts here in our own
time when they arrive on Earth. And doing all of that at the
same time so as to remove all three pivotal points of the new
time line of which the old time line would then once again
replace it."
Ms. Americana blinked and took the soda pop bottle out of her
own cleavage and finished it off with a long pull and tossed
it over her shoulder where it crashed into splinters. "That
would spread our forces far too thin. And so much could go
wrong!"
"Hence option two; we just wait and let Mister Fear win. We
put up enough of a fight to make him believe he has won and
then just before he starts in re-making the world over in his
own image we attack and beat him. We take over the controls
of his tower and we send it back in time to replace the first
tower only perhaps with a bomb on board triggered to go off
when Mister Fear first tries and activates the tower its self
underneath Delta City."
"A bomb?"
"Well, nothing so crude. He would see through that in a heart
beat. We would have to re-program and re-hardwire the tower
to self destruct as he activates it. Leaving him no chance or
time to stop it. This also would weaken the three pivot
points of the new time line by making them never having been
and the old time line would once again reinstate its self."
"Please tell my you have a third plan?"
"Well, you still have the Wade Tower Time Speed device. Maybe
Alpha Centari is nice this time of year?"
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