Lab Rats
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2014 by autofocus

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - If you show off your discovery for your girlfriend and her roommate, beware. Some times, you are the scientist, other times you are the lab rat. This time, it was not his choice. When a time storm hits in the middle of time travel, it's both a blessing and a curse. Some times, you can't go home, whenever it is. Taking notes helps only to confirm how deeply you've stepped in it.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Science Fiction   Time Travel   Post Apocalypse   Extra Sensory Perception   Harem   Oriental Female   First   Exhibitionism   Public Sex   Nudism  

OK, he admitted. He was showing off for his girlfriend and her roommate. Not every budding scientist was working on a secret government project and even fewer had a drop dead gorgeous fiancée. Not one in a million had top-level clearance. He was a beyond lucky guy who had his fiancée and her roommate working in the same lab complex.

“You are not going to believe this! Dr. Malincroft asked me, in his non-verbal way, to let him stash his lab rats here while he went to lunch yesterday. He just blew in, put the cage on the field coil housing and walked away, absent-minded as usual.”

“That’s not news. Kevin. He lives in his own world. He’s lucky we work in the middle of nowhere or he would get run over in traffic.” Marly said. (Did he tell you his girl’s name was Marlette? Flawless English with a cute French accent he adored.) “So what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal was he closed the door five seconds before the autotimer went off energizing the field coil. There was no time to do an orderly shutdown. The capacitors were fully charged. I chose to risk the rats rather than blow up the equipment. I was safe enough in the control room, behind the blast glass. The recorders were running so if the rats died, it was his fault.”

“Did the little mouses accelerate to light speed with the protons in the field?” René, Marly’s roommate and lab partner asked.

“I have no real idea. They disappeared for twenty minutes after I got the coil turned off.” Kevin answered. Actually, his arcane theory had been confirmed. “They were still alive when they popped back into existence here. So whatever happened, it passed the organic living being test.”

Marly zeroed in. “Maybe that is a big deal. Where did they go or did they get shoved forward in time?”

“Odd that you should mention ‘time’, Sweety. René, I think this might partially confirm the rumors you’ve been hearing. None of us is allowed to see the real goals here. We all are working on a single piece of something huge. The unnamed agency bankrolling our lab isn’t telling anyone the whole story.”

“Can you say ‘conspiracy theory’, class?” Snark from Marly. Jeez.

“Hush, ye of little faith. This ‘field generator’ seemed to be more than a way to push particles in a circle. Why did the mice disappear? I think I know how, but not why.” Kevin explained. “The cage is made of a cobalt-iron-copper alloy. Woven into a mesh, it must have attenuated, enhanced or been affected by the field effect.”

“Now that you have us in your lair, what is the surprise demonstration?” Marly quizzed.

“Mwahaha, my dearies. The Mad Scientist ‘borrowed’ a rabbit in a larger cage from Malincroft’s lab assistant. Allow me to place the subject rodent on the coil housing and accompany me into the safety of the control room.”

He could hear the raised eyebrows as they women followed him in. “I’ve preset the start timer for a one minute delay. It will initiate an orderly shutdown after ten minutes. We can then begin to extrapolate the ‘away’ time of our volunteer rodent. There is a windup watch in the cage, affixed to the rabbit.”

Kevin pressed the ‘go’ button’. “Here goes the big deal.”

“You are hoping the contents of the cage, not just the organics, are influenced by the mystery effect.” René asked, “What happens if there is a mash-up between the two?”

“We have a rabbit who can tell time, a rabbit whose time has run out or the world comes to an untimely end. But to avoid the attention of the Bunny Liberation Front, we hope a fourth option presents: both the rabbit and the watch return unharmed, still synched with the timer in the control room, but missing time.”

The last seconds counted down and the rabbit vanished. The watch clattered to the cage. “So much for inorganic material.” Marly unnecessarily observed. “You sure know how to show a couple of girls a good time, mister. Now we wait for the coil to do its thing. Whatever that might be.”

“Uh, girls. Check the monitor.” He zoomed in. “The watch is running backwards. It will stop soon. No way to wind it. The recorders are catching this. Things inside the cage seem to stay connected somehow wherever they are.”

“Or whenever.” René said. “We have eight minutes to go. Is the subject going to return before we sent it?”

On the video, they could see that approximately six hours regressed for every minute lapsed on the tape.

“Something changed. My mouse appeared after I turned the device off. Our might-be-a time machine sent it forward. If the rabbit reappears 60 hours ago, it creates a paradox. How can it return before we sent it?” Kevin figured. “We have four minutes to work this out or our ‘world coming to an untimely end’ option comes to the top of the list.”

Thinking furiously, Marly suggested, “Can you reverse the field polarity before the timer begins the shutdown? Then override the timer to bring the bunny back?”

“Theoretically, but there never was a reason to do a simulation. I never simulated any of this.” He opened a service panel and exclaimed, “Planck’s skateboard! The rabbit is running backwards because some clown already did.”

“I disengaged the timer, dear. Our only gauge is the video time stamp. Your turn to look in Schrödinger’s box. Flip the switch. We’re either dead or not.” She said as her accent got just a touch more pronounced.

“Or both. That’s not a joke.” He flicked the switch and flipped the poles seconds before the timer would have turned the equipment off. The power meters complained but the machine settled down.

“The watch started working at the 3.5 minute mark. Turning clockwise, but still too fast. That’s good, right?” René asked.

“Yes. We avoid the paradox, but do we bring it back to now or when we sent it back fifteen minutes ago?” Marly wondered.

“It isn’t here yet, so we brought it back to whatever the time will be when we brought it back.” Kevin answered. “No wonder Einstein gave people headaches.”

“It was easier to agree with him than argue. Doing the math. Ten minutes out, ten minutes back, less the few seconds of turnaround, plus the few seconds to initiate the shutdown. We started at noon. Initiate Project Save the World as close to 12:20:05 as possible.” Marly calculated. “Assuming math still works, we should see Easter several minutes later.”

“One second equals six minutes travel time. Agreed. We’re getting one hell of a paper out of this if we ever understand the mechanics of magic.” Kevin said. “Which clock? I pick the one on the cage. When it is twenty minutes or so after we started, I shut down.”

The times more of less matched when they should have and he cut the power as quickly as he could.

“Mark.” Marly called. “I make it plus two seconds.”

“The longest twelve minutes ever.” Her roomie sighed. “This is killing me.”

“Not yet, René, but there’s still a chance. We’re not precisely sure about the timing at the reversal point.”

Marly was closer than she thought. The rabbit blinked into existence without a sound.

Kevin began to list the preliminary conclusions.

“#1: The subject transported in as the air in the same place transported out, taking my watch with it, thus, no sound of displaced air.”

“#2: No ‘particles occupying the same space’ explosion.

“#3: Subject looks healthy at first inspection.”

“#4: Subject had brown spot on left front paw. Spot is on right front after experiment.”

“#5: Possible mirror-imaging of internal organs. Have to ‘borrow’ Dr. Malincroft’s MRI, ASAP. Call Andrea in his lab to arrange. Need more rabbits.”

René and Marly began a list of questions on the lab computer

“#1: Where is the watch? Was it a counterbalance or impediment?”

“#2: Did the subject flip left-to-right as a result of the polar reversal or exposure to the field? Must locate and scan the mouse.”

“#3: Is the cellular structure flipped? Are right-handed proteins now left-handed? Is the subject immune to any unchanged pathogen virus or bacteria?”

“#4: Is ‘treated’ subject able to mate with normal population? Is separate species possible?”

“#5: Are mental abilities and brain functions affected?”

“#6: What happens if two subjects are exposed to the field at once? In the same cage? In two cages?”

“#7: Can we expose one subject twice, timing the first reappearance to occur within seconds of the second reappearance?”

“#8: If #6 is a ‘yes’, are both versions permanent? Are they psychically attuned?”

“#9: If #7 is a ‘yes’, we have created new matter in the form of a second bunny. Is that even possible? Did we remove matter from an alternate universe?”

Kevin, reading the computer screens over his fiancée’s shoulder, exclaimed, “We need more answers fast! I’m calling Andrea for more rabbits. We need a blood sample from Cottontail and an MRI. Ready for an all-nighter?”

René, Marly and Kevin took the rabbit across the building to Malincroft’s lab. He was out (he usually was) but his main assistant was in. A research biologist, Andrea was more than willing to share the resources. “How’s my rabbit?”

“Andrea, I need to use the MRI for an hour or so, and get a bunny blood test. We exposed him to the very strong magnetic field around the accelerator prototype and he was out of it for twenty minutes.”

“It’s just a magnet. What could happen?”

Marly answered, “Enough to make us jumpy. This magnet is different. Stronger fluctuations, changing polarity and more powerful. Kevin needs to find out if it affects organic tissue before he can release it to the cyclotron makers.”

“Right. All I need is to give a thousand people cancer the first time they turn their toys on. Or even better, make the techs all point north.” Kevin laughed. “But seriously, I have to see if any tumors formed and if I damaged the DNA or cell structure.”

“That’s not funny, Kev. Is it a real possibility?”

“I don’t know, Andi. I’m asking questions someone’s attorney might ask me later.” Kevin admitted.

“OK. A lawsuit is the worst peer review ever. Let’s get busy.” Andrea motivated the trio. Kevin operated the MRI after she secured the rabbit. Marly started the electron microscope inspection of a blood drop while René and Andrea did the DNA and cell analysis.

Andi collated the results several hours later. “This can’t be right. The DNA spirals twist the wrong way, all the organs are on the wrong side, and receptors on the cell surfaces are flipped like in a mirror.” She caught her breath. “The identification tattoo and the scar where I took a tissue sample three weeks ago are gone. What have you done with my bunny?”

“Is it healthy?” Kevin asked. “Can you tell if a rabbit is happy?”

“Perfectly healthy. Seems content, too. He ought to be very content. Nothing that involves cell receptors will have any effect. Most germ or bacteria diseases will waste their time here. A virus that invades the cell to replace the DNA will kill that cell before the viral DNA can replicate. Good-bye, virus. Probably not hurt the host since we lose millions of cells everyday.”

“What can kill it?” René wondered. “Poisons, medications?”

“Like I said, nothing that can attack the cells will work. That includes pain killers.” Andrea insisted. “Bullets and chemical such as acids will stop it. It still needs air. Food is another thing entirely.”

“Oops. Food. So we can assume the altered metabolism will process raw materials and symmetric molecules as before. Are vitamins consumed or are they catalysts for other reactions?” Kevin wondered.

“I can probably formulate a sufficient but hideously boring diet. But if you can flip the food, that would be better.” Andrea said. “But lacking the changed food, I won’t guarantee the formulated source in the long run to prevent unforeseen anemia.”

She concluded, “We need more super rabbits to test.”

“That we can do.” Kevin grinned. “What we can’t do is tell you how.”

“Some kind of secret? I have the same top clearance you three do.”

“Don’t get snippy, girlfriend. He didn’t say we wouldn’t tell you. He said we couldn’t.” Marly said. “We don’t know why it happened, just how we made it happen.”

“It might be proximity to the field or it might be a product of the weird alloy the cages use. We should start with an uncaged bunny.” Kevin guessed. “But we need to start ASAP.”

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