When Science Fiction Goes Wrong(ChocolateStrawberry and I)

[GuyverGuy]

The large clear tube hissed, a large panel popping free and sliding to the side to give any occupants or intended occupants freedom to move in our out. Oddly enough, there wasn't anyone in the generously equipped laboratory. Not a soul, just the active screens of several computers, the multi-colored glow of countless complicated pieces of machinery, and it all ran back to that one clear tube at the center of the room. But there were sounds, of footfalls on the pearl white lanolin floor, and panicked breathing behind each one. Then the crisp sound of computer keys being manipulated, joined shortly thereafter by scrolling code across the screen of one of the many screens.

"Tha-That, What the hell was she thinking!?"

A stream of colorful curses in the baritone of one Dr. Trevor N. Price. You could spot him pretty easily, his skin a tanned brown and his height a somewhat towering six feet and one extra inch. His build a stout one, thick but athletic, hidden under the usual white lab coat everyone had around these parts. Dark brown eyes, matched with jet black hair cut short to match the mustache dusting his upper lip. Now, the problem with all this was... Trevor couldn't see himself, oh he'd tried, looked down at where he could feel his feet touching the ground, lifted his hands up to his face; he'd looked right through them, and that wasn't right.

No, No, No. This was all wrong, this wasn't ever supposed to happen... what had gone wrong! That's why he'd stumbled over to the master computer, if the answer was anywhere it was there, it housed everything, instructions for every piece of equipment in this room. He'd scrolled through commands, thousands of them across the screen until something off caught his eye. Instantly he knew, only one person in this whole damned building knew enough about him to get past his protection and make these changes; thus his cursing. She'd RUINED him, this whole stunt had been to show the higher-ups his genius, the genius of this, his invention...she'd RUINED it. Not only that, she'd produced an unknown result...he certainly didn't know how to fix this.

Damn, he needed to find her.

 

[ChocolateStrawberry]

Down the long hall, far enough away from Dr. Price's lab to not hear the noise, Joyce sat humming in front of her computer. She wasn't proud of what she had done, sabitoging her colleague, but it had to be done. They were both under consideration for a new budget grant, and she needed the money. Her lousy ex had stolen most of her money and vanished, leaving her in debt with no way to keep up with her bills. If she could get that grant, it would solve her problems. Her work would be saved, it would mean more money in her pocket and she could finally get her life back on track.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs as she waited for Dr. Price. She had snuck into his lab early this morning and changed a few numbers around in his formulas. The board would look at that and see that his findings were false and then she'd win by default. She was just this close to finding the gene for human perception of beauty. Honestly, she was.

When there was no knocking on her door or alarms going off, she frowned. It was not normal for anyone to allow this to happen to their work. Standing up, she smoothed out her lab coat over her short dress and made her way to Dr. Price's lab. She quickly made sure her brown hair was still up in the prim and proper bun and that her glasses were on straight. She was sometimes called the lab beauty by those who noticed. Long, slender legs, a firm rounded ass, tiny waist and high, full breasts...She did have quite the figure.

Peering into Dr. Price's lab, her frown deepened. "I guess he's not in today," she muttered. She was about to leave when she noticed the mess. "Dr. Price? Hello? Anyone here?"