Helen was pouring over the notes on her computer screen. She had just finished a very specific DNA program and was triple checking her notes before uploading it into the engineered virus she had injected into the lab rats, Pinky and Brian.
Helen was very good at what she did. A PhD in Bioengineering with a minor in Computer programming, Helen had been working on this project for 3 years. 3 years of unmarked flights from Newark to this remote lab. Helen understood the gravity of her work. She had signed enough non-disclosure forms that she resigned herself to never being able to talk about her work in public.
"Yet." she muttered to herself under her breath.
Though the project was extremely compartmentalized, Helen was smart enough to know what exactly the scope of the project was. The programs she was writing in the DNA would be wirelessly uploaded to the engineered viruses, at which point they would upgrade certain physical attributes while reducing others.
Helen was working on a project to create the perfect soldier. The software was still in it's earliest stages but the concept was that whatever biological unit was infected could have it's entire physiology and mental abilities altered to the desires of the controller.
Looking at the monitor, Helen opened up a rudimentary control screen. It had options to increase and decrease intelligence, physical size, and aggression. Saving her work, she clicked opened a connection with pinky. She decreased the mouse's intelligence, watching it stop feeding and instead running into the wall over and over. She then altered the physical size slider. The response was much more gradual, but she saw Pinky grow to 150% of his original size.
Setting the sliders back to the original setting, Helen sighed a troubled sigh on contemplation. She knew that her many years of work was for this moment. She had spent years working for what she knew in her heart to be a black ops project, and now was the time for her to start biting the hand that had been feeding her.
Helen rolled some of the heavy lab equipment in front of the lab door. She slid a USB key into the computer, and began copying over the virus she had on it.
Immediately alarms started ringing. Helen's initial fear was replaced with adrenaline as she prepped a syringe with a small amount of clear fluid.
"Now or never" she said even as she plunged the needle into her butt. She quickly turned on her phone, and began running a much more complex version of the app she had just tested out on the mice. This phone app had a number of interesting sliders on it, all much more articulate than the one being deleted by the virus.
Helen tapped the slider for strength and density, sliding them halfway. She slid the size one a quarter of the way. Guards began to pool on the other side of the lab door, banging on it, trying to push through the mass of lab gear on the other side.
Fear was streaking through Helen's brain before a different feeling crept over her, as her clothes began to creek. Looking down on herself, Helen watched as her once frail body began to tone up, surging forward like a sensual claymation. She dropped to her knees as her skirt blasted off her hips. Rising to her new height of 6"0 Helen turned to see the guards slowly pushing the piled of lab equipment that blocked the door. Eyeing the serious looking guns they were all pointing at her through the glass, she turned to her phone she decided to:
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