Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 00:13:11 +0200
From: Scribe Nifty <niftyauthor@outlook.com>
Subject: The Changing 00: Prologue :: Gay Science Fiction or Fantasy

The Changing: Prologue

***DISCLAIMER*** This is, obviously, a work of science-fiction. It will
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Patient Zero: Professor Lukasz Zyro

Professor Lukasz Zyro turned on the camera. Looking over at his monitor, he
awkwardly lined his portly frame up in 3rd person into the center of the
screen, standing against the plain white wall of his lab. He clicked a
button on the remote, and set it down on the counter next to him, looking
up into the camera.

"This is the video journal of Professor Lukasz Zyro, July 14th 2014. Again
and again, animal testing produces no results, as I predicted at the very
start of the testing, eight months ago. The nanoconstructors are too finely
tuned to human DNA to enable them to map animal DNA, even that of
chimpanzees, to begin the processes of cohesion, leading to swarm
intelligence and the de- and reconstruction phases. I'm absolutely sure of
my data and in all simulations, the results are conclusive and
satisfactory. But of course, without successful animal testing, human
trials are a no-go; but as I've explained to my sponsors, the government
and just about every academic I've come across, the differences are too
vast to accurately demonstrate nanoconstructors at work in animal subjects,
and I must be able to proceed with controlled human testing, otherwise
seven years of single-minded determination and research will have amounted
to nothing." His voice stuttered a little, fraying with the frustration
that had slowly been filling him ever since he had made the breakthrough
and actually synthesized his first nanoconstructor. He had since come so
close, but was forced to work under such restrictive conditions, his hands
tied whichever way he tried to go; dead ends in all directions leading
nothing but insurmountable walls of deaf ears. Nobody realized the
potential of what he was creating: his sponsors saw a money pit that they
were quickly growing tired of throwing their funds into, with the promised
results receding ever further back into science fiction. The government saw
promising theories and the potential for economic and military supremacy,
but their caution and choking bureaucracy blinkered them to what it all
meant.

His fellow academics refused to believe that nanoconstructors had the
resources to form complex swarm intelligence matrices that could
self-sustain within a host, even now that he had produced the
nanoconstructors (or NCs, as he referred to them). The fact they had
refused to coalesce in animal subjects was simply because they were sourced
from Lukasz's own proteins and coded to utilize human DNA, seeing just a
jumble of nonsense when introduced into anything other than human, even our
closest cousins. To construct NCs for a chimp, a dog, or even a simple
mouse would mean at least another two years of work, plus it would have no
relevant scientific bearing on human NCs. That he knew what he had created,
but everyone else was blind to the monumental leap in human advancement he
was presenting them was maddening. People were either too scared, like his
backers, or simply wouldn't believe that what he had done could actually
exist.

What were, at best, genetically modified proteins, couldn't possibly
coordinate in groups large enough to carry out complex tasks, such as the
reorganization of human tissue matter in a healthy way; they weren't living
in a biological sense, so they couldn't be sentient, or so everyone else
agreed. Only Lukasz saw that this was wrong. A single ant was chaotic,
simple and meaningless, following nothing but pre-coded instructions
hard-wired into each individual, yet ten thousand ants coalesced into a
single unit, greater than the sum of its parts, to build complex
structures, working for a common goal and solving problems, even to the
extent of laying down their own lives. Even when you factored how basic
each NC was as a single unit, compared even to an ant, extrapolate swarm
intelligence out to the scale Lukasz's NCs were capable of and a unified
system consisting of hundreds of billions of nanoconstructors could perform
the unthinkable!

With an effort, Lukasz forced himself to calm down. He'd gone off onto one
of his mental tangents again, probably had even been muttering a little to
himself. Looking into the camera lens, he smiled. He'd edit that bit out
later. His smile turned into a grin. Time to lay down his trump card.

"This evening, I am proceeding with human testing. This," Lukasz said
triumphantly, holding up between his thumb and forefinger the most
insignificant little glass ampoule, which was barely visible on the
recording monitor, "Is an ampoule of nanoconstructors, around a thousand;
enough, theoretically, to initialize cohesion, with a buffer to allow for
losses and ineffective nanoconstructors. These nanoconstructors have been
programmed to remain active for two days, after which they will, to all
intents and purposes, die. They have been programmed to reduce my body fat
levels and increase my muscle mass, which would certainly be an
improvement," Lukasz said, with a chuckle and an affable tap at his flabby
waistline. Lukasz, now so close to the point of no return, felt as though
he were soaring; he'd already thrown himself from the cliffs of caution and
was tumbling through the eddying thermals of possibility. His head was
spinning with a wild feeling of elation.

"It will be interesting to see just how close my research models came."

On the recording monitor, Lukasz pinched together his thumbs and
forefingers. Between them was the tiny glass ampoule, with what looked like
the tiniest little speck of mercury within, which of course couldn't be
seen on the recording. A fine etched line circumscribed the glass of the
cylindrical bulb. Lukasz brought the ampoule in front of his face, exhaling
deeply.

With the most delicate `TINK!' the ampoule split into two. For a brief
second, a tiny, opalescent cloud billowed in front of Lukasz's wondering
face, before he refilled his lungs, the cloud disappearing into his body
through his mouth and nose as the professor filled his lungs to capacity,
then waited.

On the recording monitor, which had not even been able to register the tiny
cloud of NCs, Professor Lukasz Zyro was shown to be turning visibly
red. His veins were bulging on his forehead, the two halves of the spent
ampoule falling to the floor with a chiming like tiny bells as they tinkled
off-camera. Sweat broke out over his entire face, his eyes bulging and
rolling wildly like a panicked horse for a moment, until...

Breath exploded from Lukasz, and he doubled over, taking a few minutes to
regain his composure, mopping his brow and smiling lopsidedly into the
camera once again.

"Please excuse the dramatics, but I needed to ensure that maximum
absorption had taken effect. I didn't want to breathe out most of the
nanoconstructors, impairing their chances of cohesion," Lukasz now spoke
quickly, jauntily; the edge of frustration in his voice vanished so
completely that if it had not been recorded, you would not have known it
was there. "I'll now take real-time measurements of my starting size to
show conclusively what I have been "theorizing" all these years." He had
the effusive edge to his voice of someone who knew they had won. After so
much time, after ridicule and doubt, Lukasz couldn't have been surer of
anything.

He began to remove his lab coat, followed by his clothes. He wasn't an
impressive sight, his Polish genetics not helping in any way. Average
height, little to no muscle, slightly pudgy and pale-skinned from too many
late nights in his laboratory eating microwave meals, his was not a body to
be shown off in a nightclub. With a flourish, he stripped off his baggy
white boxers, and an equally unimpressive little cock poked out from a
mousy little bush of brown hair. Lukasz wasn't very hairy at all and
despite his 42 years, had the look of a slightly flabby, nerdy university
student that puberty hadn't quite finished with yet.

As a slightly flabby, nerdy university student, he'd hardly looked as if
he'd started puberty.

Bringing in electronic scales, calipers, thermometers and various other
measuring devices that were linked to the computer and camera, he began to
measure himself from top to toe, a process he'd practiced and
pre-programmed, so that the measurements were fed electronically into an
accompanying database, whilst the results blinking up on the recording and
the monitor as he named them off. At the very end, he measured his meager
dick.

"Two inches flaccid," he reported, his buoyant disposition slumping
somewhat as `1.9 inches' blinked up on the recording monitor. "Well, I
didn't say which muscles they were to increase. Maybe they'll be a little
more metaphorical in the interpretations," he added with a self-conscious
laugh, quickly pulling back on his boxers.

It had taken almost forty minutes to accurately take all his
measurements. As he put away the last of the instruments, he raised a hand
to his forehead. He rubbed his fingers together, his smile growing.

"A thin layer of sweat has developed on my brow with no apparent reason,
added to the fact it feels considerably warmer in here now than ten minutes
ago, although ambient temperature has remained constant according to
readings. This could be the beginning of my feedback data. The feedback
data everyone said I wouldn't get."

Quickly, he secured a rectal and aural thermometer into their respective
cavities, and applied a small remote thermometer pad his temple to
accompany the one he'd applied to his neck whilst taking his own
measurements.

Sure enough, his core temperature had risen by almost an entire degree, and
his dermal temperature was three degrees higher than when he'd taken his
temperature twenty minutes before. Lukasz laughed, his laughter just a
little too breathy and just a little too high-pitched. By now, it was clear
to see on the monitor that the flabby scientist was beginning to sweat
profusely. He removed the aural and rectal thermometers, placing them on a
work-surface off-camera.

"It's actually happening! I... This is... Everything I've ever worked
towards, everything I've ever wanted, is happening, right now, to me!"
Lukasz hurriedly applied more thermal sensors to his chest, lower back and
armpit, to corroborate the findings of the others. Indeed, his core
temperature was already registering over a degree warmer, and his skin was
almost five degrees warmer than his initial readings. Lukasz looked at the
data with a slight ghost of worry in his eyes. "Such a huge exothermic
reaction, the nanoconstructors must be reproducing exponentially, producing
millions of copies; each nanoconstructor feeding back information,
learning, adapting." Sweat was dripping from Lukasz, his entire body now
slick with moisture, his voice still jubilant, but also with a faint air of
tension. He quickly disappeared off-screen, returning with a half-gallon
bottle of water, which he uncapped and started drinking from like a man
dying of thirst. Panting, with a third of the bottle downed, he took
another big swig before setting it on the floor, his hand shaking
noticeably.

"Dermal perceptions appear to be starting already. Light pins and needles
at all points of the body, quickly ramping up into intense tingling. Not
sure if this is due to... Phew... Due to the increase in body temperature
or directly because of the nanoconstructors. This could already be the
start of the de- and reconstruction phases, which should happen
simultaneously. My research models were never able to accurately predict
when the `event horizon' of... Oh, it's hot... the `event horizon' of the
nanoconstructor cohesion would take place. If it has already happened, this
is much quicker than I... Ugh!... than I anticipated."

Lukasz slumped towards the floor as he charted the growing heat, pain and
panic he was registering. With trembling hands almost numb with pain, he
managed to uncap the bottle of water, but was unable to lift it, the
muscles in his arm twitching wildly. Collapsing onto the floor, he managed
to tip the bottle towards his mouth, sluicing water over his face, almost
choking, but drinking as much as his burning throat would allow.

The bottle pitched sideways onto the floor as Lukasz did the same. On the
recording monitor, the almost-naked scientist twitched and jerked in a
spreading puddle of water. The camera silently recorded, the digital
recording slowly filling up the terabyte of memory as Lukasz succumbed to
the nanoconstructors within him.

END

This is just the prologue of what I hope will develop into a multi-part
story. I already have a rough shape of how things will develop, but would
love to hear any feedback, criticisms or ideas you may have. Please send
them to niftyauthor@outlook.com