(no subject)

Who:- ?????
Where:- Cargo Bays
 
 
“I’m ready..” said the female voice, she stepped
into the light as she was talking, giving the observer a clear view of her. The
spectator could see an attractive young woman, in her early to mid 20’s
he’d guess, she wore a JMC uniform, but she wasn’t someone he
recognised, but at the same time she was familiar, maybe she was a cousin maybe
even sister of someone he knew, if only he could put a finger on WHO.
“Hold fire…” said one of the male voices,
the digitised one in fact. “The ship’s been contaminated with
Langstrom’s love virus..if you go out there now you may compromise our
mission”
“WHAT?!” she replied “You think I’m
gonna fall for one of those excuses for men?!”
“I’m saying you won’t be given a choice!
That virus will have you drooling over the first man you see, EVEN THAT
GODFORSAKEN MIDGET!”
”You’ve got to be kidding me…”
”Yeah..” came the other male voice, the human “That
cold-hearted bitch would sooner kill every man she see’s up there than
jump into bed with them!”
”Thank you! So kind!”
”All the same…” said the digi-voice, the voice that as far as
the watcher was concerned was the more rational of the voices the voice of
reason. “No-one exposed to it has control of their emotions, you won’t
WANT to fall for anyone but you’ll feel compelled..down here we’re
on a different O2 system, you wont be infected as long as you stay down here,
it will only take a day or two for the Virus to be ejected, besides it will
give me more time to perfect ‘them’”
“You’re right” said the other male, the
one the viewer had dubbed ‘boss’ “Can I see them?”
”I don’t see why not”
The three left the range of vision of the observer, who heard a door hiss open.
The boss’ voice was heard “Beautiful….”
 
 
<Jack?>