Morta – The Night of the Nanites Part 1 of 2

(This tale was written for a model of the photographer called UncleM.)

Although the time was a quarter to ten at night and there was still fifteen minutes before the start of her research shift, Professor Morta was entering the reception area of Molecular Emerging Technologies. She was carrying a large white holdall in her right hands, and even though all of the press studs of her lab coat were attached, she still ended up showing glimpses of her stocking tops as she walked along. There was a smile on her face as she approached Joe, the red-faced security guard who also worked as reception at night, and she made sure that he received an ample view of her cleavage as she leaned over the counter.

Even though the young man’s cheeks had turned crimson by this point, he behaved in a professional manner as he rose from his chair. “Good evening, Professor Morta, would you please log in as usual?” He said as he pressed a button which caused the biometrics scanner on the counter to activate, and she removed her spectacles before placing her right eye against the scanner along with putting her hand on the palm-print reader.

“Professor Morta, logging on.” She said, which logged her in as well as providing another length of identification, and the device beeped once as it lit up green. “Now, would you like to search me? I know that you have the right to under the rules.” She said as she reached up to the top of the press studs on the coat with her right hand.

“That won’t be necessary, Professor.” Joe said “Plus, if you look at the security monitors, I have switched off the ones to the nanite laboratory and the corridor leading to it, so that you will have total privacy. Don’t worry about what you have in the bag, as I’m sure that you aren’t a security threat.”

“It’s no wonder that you are well liked, Joe. You are the perfect gentlemen, and that is why the other female researchers have only good things to say about you. You should meet some of my friends, I think that they’ll like you as well.”

“That’s a very kind offer, but nice guys finish last.” Joe said. “Anyway, I hope that you make your breakthrough tonight.”

“Thank you, Joe. All the grey goo seems to do is want to slop about or ooze anyway, rather than form any kind of cohesive structure. Correction, I should say that the controlling AI program fails to control them in a satisfying manner. I’ll see you in eight hours time then, and I hope you have a boring evening.”

“Thank you. Interesting is something that I never want to see again.”

Morta made her way to the door that allowed access to the corridor, and the RFID tag on her lab coat activated the lock as she pressed down on the door handle. Once she was in the corridor, she noticed the red line on the floor which marked the safety limit range of the radio signal from the laboratory.

That is the furthest range that a nanite could remain active, the so-called last line of defence should anything go wrong, but that is just in case of an unforeseen circumstance. At the moment though, they seem to be incapable of doing anything.

There were several precautions in place concerning any potential risks from the nanites, but this was more to allay the fears of the public rather than protect them from any harm. The maximum operational range ensured that there was a limited distance of operation no matter what happened, and the radio signal also provided the power for them to move so that even a potential self-controlled nanite would cease to function without the energy. The microscopic devices in the laboratory were incapable of self replication, which meant that they weren’t going to multiply and destroy everything in the process, a scenario which was known as the Grey Goo apocalypse. The devices were under total control by the computer AI which was set to shut down at six o’clock in the morning and the tag in Morta’s clothing monitored her vital signs which would cause the system to freeze the nanites as if she was injured.

I can always hit one of the recessed red buttons at chest height which are scattered around the room, and I can also activate the microphone in front of the computer and shout “Priority Instruction: Alpha One Abort.”.

It was a short walk down the corridor to the laboratory where her project was waiting, and everything was ready for her as she opened the door to her workplace which was more like a computer room. The AI system took up most of the space except for locations on the walls where the emergency shutdown buttons were positioned. She put her holdall down by the large open tank that contained the nanites which was referred to as the goo tank by everyone, as that is what it resembled and she pulled the zip down to expose what was inside her bag.

“The ropes are still nicely coiled inside and the ball-gag is in the corner.” Morta said as she retrieved the USB stick from the large bag. “I will be having a lot of fun with my friends after the shift is over, and I’ll need it if this shift is as boring as last night’s.” As the professor looked up, she noticed that the light on the security camera was out, and the lady decided that it was okay to pull apart the studs of her jacket to reveal that she was only in her black underwear. The panties, bra and garter belt were a matching set, and her abdomen was pulled in by a black corset that accentuated her figure, with her underclothes being a contrast to her white lab coat.

“How many other jobs out there allow you to work in your underwear for eight hours?” Morta bent down and ran her fingers from the tip of her high-heeled shoes all the way up to the top of her corset, enjoying the sensation of exposing her body in private. To be technical about it, she wasn’t unobserved as cameras and other sensor devices monitored the room so that the AI could see what was happening, should the nanites ever function.

There was a single desk with a keyboard, microphone and flat screen monitor, and along with a single low-back office chair this was the interface station for the person who was using the computer. After she sat down in the seat, the scientist activated the microphone before switching on the monitor.

“AI, login Professor Morta.”

After a moment’s pause there was a response from the speakers that were embedded in the monitor, in the form of a soft female voice. “Individual recognised, please provide password.”

“Bravo Oscar November Delta Alpha Golf Echo.”

“Password accepted, Professor Morta. Do you wish to hear the updates that have occurred?”

“Yes.” Morta said as she plugged her USB memory into the keyboard.

“There was a flaw with the last batch of nanites, as they were unable to connect together in any way. Those were recycled and a new batch has been manufactured, with modified appendages that should be able to grip as well as provide motion, as per your suggestion. The capabilities of the latest version need to be tested, do you wish this to happen?”

“Yes, AI, these new devices need to be tested. I think that tonight’s priority should be on binding by using the nanites. Is this something that you are capable of calculating?”

This is possible. However, binding involves many different permutations and related subjects in my database and I am not sure of which meaning that you wish to apply. If you wish, I can attempt to correlate all of the available data and attempt to extrapolate an appropriate application for binding, before starting a practical experiment for you to observe.”

“Yes AI, use all of your information to come up with a solution and an experiment.”

“Command accepted, Professor Morta. I will begin research and experimentation routines. Please make yourself comfortable in the meantime, as I do not know how long this will take.”

After the conversation had ended, the professor leaned forward and switched the microphone off before opening up a file browser on the terminal so that she could access her USB memory. “Now to watch something interesting to pass the time, perhaps I should view one of the new files that I downloaded. It’s a pity that they can’t come up with titles that aren’t so cliché. Tied, Teased and Tickled, that is cheesy and full of alliteration. Can’t they come up with better titles than that?”

The icon of the file was double-clicked which started the video, and the nature of the movie was not much of a surprise given the title that preceded it, but Morta smiled as she smoothed over her thighs with the tips of her fingers. The movie would be considered tame by comparison to much of the material out there, as it was more akin to the Bettie Page style soft erotic mini movies, but this was the kind of video that the scientist enjoyed.

As she continued to watch the two women in their bondage play on the screen, there was a momentary distraction as the computer provided an update. “I am expanding correlation of search parameters involving database formation. Indications suggest that studying connection methods will aid in research and experimentation. Do I have permission to expand the search?”

Morta halted the video file, switched on the microphone and said “Permission granted, you may study the complete range of connections that are shown in your full knowledge access.” The microphone was switched back off, and the scientist went back to watching her sensual movie.

This is like getting money for old rope. Oh my that’s a really bad one. There was a giggle from the lady as the bad pun echoed in her head, and all of her concentration was focused on the screen as one lady tickled the other.

“I must apologise for the interruption, but the correlation has ended. Stage one of preliminary connection testing research and experimentation may start, and this requires no active human participation. Do you wish to provide chemical activation?”

For the second time, the movie as halted and the microphone was switched on. “I will add the chemical.” The microphone was deactivated and the lady rose from her chair before walking over to the chemical rack where she picked up an odd-shaped bottle that was full of a cyan liquid.

Another safety protocol, the nanites can’t even become active without this molecule being added to the tank, as it acts as a catalyst for their chemical structure. After eight hours, the chemical breaks down so that the devices become inactive. It only took a few seconds for the professor to walk over to the tank where she poured out the contents of the bottle, and there was movement in the grey goo before she turned and replaced the empty bottle at the rack. When Morta sat down in her chair, she started the video and placed her arms around the back so that she could pretend that she was tied up like the girl on the screen. I have a feeling that tonight could be a major breakthrough for my research.

As the movie continued, it seemed to the professor that her fantasy was almost becoming real as she perceived a sensual illusion of rope being wrapped around her wrists about eight times before loops were made between her arms. When the cinches tightened, however, her wrists were gripped to such a degree that she realised that this wasn’t her imagination, and that her wrists had been bound with rope!

Well, I have teased Joe for so long, so maybe I should let him get his own back on me. Next time, I won’t be so focused on the movie, as I didn’t even know he was there, let alone hear him open the door.

“Okay Joe, I’m sorry for teasing you when I turned up for work, and I deserve you doing this to me.” Morta said, but she was surprised when there was no response from her captor. “Joe? Are you okay?” She said, and a moment later she swivelled in the chair so that she could look at the young man but there was no one else in the room with her.

What on earth is going on? If you aren’t here, how did my hands get tied together behind my back?