Bad Code

By Lyka Bloom

Marlon Humphries is the head of a company on the verge of a breakthrough. His corporation has patented the design on a device which can reprogram anyone. Little does he know, he will be one of his device's first victims! The sultry and conniving Margaret Seiver has other ideas, and soon the whole company will be hers.

Seiver will change the once-powerful boss into an emasculated servant for her ambitions, and Marlon won't be the only one!

A gender-bending tale of revenge and transformation!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Jun 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370483662

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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BAD CODE

by Lyka Bloom

BAD CODE

First Edition. June 17th, 2020 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2020 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Chapter One – The Guinea Pig

It's unethical! Marlon shouted, slamming his hand on Seiver's desk to emphasize his words. Her coffee cup rattled, the spoon angled inside it scraping against the delicate porcelain. She removed the spoon, took a sip of her coffee, and smiled.

We are talking about men who have a debt to pay to society. And we are not talking about a few misdemeanors, or victimless crimes, Marlon. We are talking about hardened criminals who have no hope of ever being released. They are a burden on our criminal system. And, I would argue, a burden on the collective psyche of our society. We can make them useful again.

Marlon stood straight and wiped at his lips. Spittle leaked from the corner. He was furious. He had given Margaret Seiver more than enough chances, and she had squandered them all. Her genius was matched only by her sociopathy.

"I won't allow it. These are men. Perhaps very bad men, but men nonetheless, and we will not use human beings as guinea pigs. Is that clear, Dr. Seiver?"

Margaret nodded. I think your position is very clear, Dr. Humphreys. I would ask you to reconsider, though. The potential of this process is extraordinarily promising. Think of what we could accomplish.

Your intention is to rob humanity of its free will, Margaret. And you will not do so using this facility. Not so long as my name is on the building.

Of course, Doctor, she purred, crossing her legs as she took another sip of her coffee.

I will have another assignment for you in the morning. You may want to take the remainder of the day to think about where you fit in this organization, Margaret. You clearly cannot be left to your own devices.

She smirked at the word. Devices. She was certain his wordplay was unintentional. He noted her bemused expression and turned away from her, slamming the thin door on his way out of her work space. The pebbled glass rattled in the frame, displaying Seiver's name in a mirror reflection.

Marlon had no ambition, no true understanding of the possibilities she proposed. And, for that, he would have to be made to heel.

Margaret rose from her desk and found the device she had been working on. It looked no larger than a small saucer, made of metal, but with a web of circuits running along its surface. It was a prototype to be sure, and there would be ways to refine it, to make it smaller and less conspicuous, but there she had seen the effects on animals. She knew it would work on humans, if only she were allowed.

The idea was painfully simple. If someone behaves in a manner society disapproves of, why go through years of incarceration or psychological rehabilitation when you can go right to the source? It was like a computer program that malfunctioned, Margaret thought. You find the bad code and alter or remove it, simple as that. If someone is prone to stealing, you rewrite that bad code to make the thought of taking something from someone reprehensible.

One question haunted Margaret Seiver. How far could one go? How much could be overwritten? What changes were truly possible? She would need a human to be able to communicate that to her, not a rat or some primate.

She lifted the metal disc and turned it over in her hands. If Marlon was unwilling to provide her with a test subject, wasn't he standing squarely in the way of progress? That, Margaret thought with a smile, sounded like bad code indeed.

Marlon looked out of his office, past the mostly empty parking lot to the lights of downtown