Smitt took Jim up to a lab at the end of the corridor, with a door thicker than his head. The captain held his ID badge up to the door, and it slowly opened. Inside, a gaggle of staff, all wearing the same sort of uniform as the armed guards, appeared to be very busy. In the centre of the room, a huge machine was working loudly, occasionally spitting out what had to be one of the new BE grenades. Smitt gestured to one of the workers, a corporal, who approached and saluted Jim.
"High Marshall, welcome to Lab 23. We are honoured by your presence. Is there anything we can do for you today?"
"Yes," said Jim. "Could you explain to me exactly how this new invention of yours works?"
"It's really quite simple, sir," said the corporal. "It's essentially a standard-issue BE gun that's been rigged up to a 360-degree emitter with a blast range of about five meters. Anyone hit will be affected immediately. The effects can be programmed in, but the default setting is a transformation into a late teen/early 20's slut with tits varying from D to L cups, depending on initial size and proximity to the blast."
"Are male subjects affected too?" asked Jim. "Of course," the man replied. "Although that's still something we're working on. So far, all men affected become Japanese. Nobody knows why."
"That actually sounds pretty good," said Jim. "Can we keep it that way?" "Sure," the corporal answered. "That would actually save us a bit of work! Is there anything else we can do for you, High Marshall?"
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