SirDigbyChickenCaesar
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This is my first story, so I hope it isn't too bad. If this story turns out to be better than complete rubbish, I plan on continuing the series. Enjoy.
Janet awoke with a start. She immediately noticed two things about her surroundings: She wasn't where she remembered falling asleep, and she wasn't wearing any clothing. As the sleep faded from her mind her vision and thought clarified and she took stock of the situation. She was lying on a round bed, nicely furnished with sheets, blanket, and pillows. The room she was in was roughly 10' by 30'. The floor seemed to be of some dull white material, the same as the walls and ceiling. She could see no doors or windows, or anything at all on the bland walls. Perhaps strangest of all was that she could discern no source for the soft light that lit the room. It was as if the light came from everywhere.
Janet stood, wrapping the sheet around herself in unconscious modesty. She figured idleness wouldn't tell her anything more about what was going on, so she decided to yell. "Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?" The room, lacking any form of communication, or ability to comprehend what she said for that matter, declined an answer. "Well this is great," she said to her self aloud, "I guess I'll have to find a way out of here on my own.
She approached one wall at random, having no clue which direction was which, and gave it a closer inspection. It seemed to be of one solid piece of the same material that composed the floor, and had no flaws what-so-ever. As she moved around the room, closely inspecting all four walls and the floor, she realized that the entire room was too perfect, too flawless. "Nothing can be this perfect," she said to herself. As if on cue the walls, floor, and ceiling shimmered briefly, then disappeared.
She found herself in a room, roughly 30' by 30' feet square. The floor was a rather drab shade of grey, and the walls were lined with holo-projectors. She was no longer alone. A man, in his middle years with short hair greying at the temples and a distinguished-looking beard framing his face, approached her. He was holding some sort of a tablet pc and writing quickly with a stylus. He wore what looked to be a standard white labcoat. "What in the hell is going on?" Janet demanded.
"Congratulations," he replied, ignoring her question, "you have passed the first and maybe most difficult test, and rather quickly I might add. You should do very well here, very well indeed."
"Test? What are you talking about? I've got questions and you had better have answers," Janet declared angrily. Despite her apparent anger, the was more than just a touch of fear detectable in her voice, and on her face.
"Of course you do, Janet. Let me lead you to your quarters and we will discuss things on the way. Then we can get you settled in and ready for the next test. My name is Dr. Revell, please, come along." The doctor put his arm around Janet's shoulder and began to lead her toward the room's lone exit.
"Why the hell not," Janet thought, "it's not like I have any other choices at the moment." As they exited the room into a hallway floored in beige with white walls, she asked: "Where am I? What sort of facility is this? What in the world was that in that room, I've never seen anything like it?"
Dr. Revell smiled as they walked along the hallway, passing plane white doors with small computer panels beside them. "This is Facility 7, located deep beneath Dallas, Texas. The purpose of this facility is a long answer, but I will try to explain all that I can. 60 years ago this planet was visited by a craft from another world. Another galaxy, actually. Inside that ship were seven aliens, refugees from their home planet, possibly the last of their species alive. They had journeyed from a system on the exterior of the Andromeda galaxy, fleeing a conquering army the likes of which they had never before encountered."
"The voyage took them almost 100 solar years, a lifetime to us but not such a long time for their race. They told us of the army that was sweeping across the universe, conquering all it came across. And they told us that our galaxy, The Milky Way, is the last unconquered galaxy. Since that time we have secretly been studying their technology, slowing integrating certain aspects into the public realm, while keeping most of it secret. The goal of this facility, and the others like it, is to develop anything that can aid us in the coming fight against this terrible foe. But while other facilities work on more conventional weapons and the like, this one has a different aim, but perhaps the most important one of all. The conquering race, the Ne'Qui'Shu as they call themselves, have most curious weakness, it seems."
Janet was walking in stunned silence, barely paying attention to the turns they were making through the complex network of hallways. She could scarce believe what she was hearing. But for some reason she felt inclined to believe this stranger. "What is this weakness?" she asked, fully caught up in the story.
"The Ne'Qui'Shu seem to be allergic to laughter. They have become so cold-hearted and cruel during their conquest of the Universe that laughter has become almost a poison to them, weakening them and rendering them helpless. What we are developing is a sort of massive 'gun' that uses laughter as ammo. Firing this 'gun' at a Ne'Qui'Shu fleet would severely cripple its effectiveness and give us a fighting chance to defend the galaxy." As Dr. Nevell finished his story, Janet noticed a light in his eyes, a light of conviction and hope that removed any doubts she had as to the truthfulness of his wild tale.
"You are going to harness laughter as ammunition. Where are you getting the laughter from?" Janet was now truly curious, and found that a part of herself wanted to help in any way that she could.
"Ah, now that is where my line of work comes in. We will harvest the laughter from women, test subjects as yourself. It is our understanding that women produce the most potent laughter. And so my purpose is to find and test women to be our 'laughers'. We only want the most potent ones, to ensure that we will be operating at peak efficiency." Dr. Nevell finally came to a stop at a door no different from the countless others that they had passed, and pressed a code on the panel. The door opened to reveal a simple yet nicely furnished quarters, featuring a small living space, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Dr. Nevell ushered Janet in and they sat in opposite chairs.
Janet, figuring this to be her quarters, didn't even bother to ask the question. Instead, she inquired, "But how do you get the women to laugh, tell them jokes for hours at a time?"
"No," Dr. Nevell chuckled, "we tickle them. It is the most effective way to promote constant, enthusiastic laughter."
Janet felt a tingle of nervous excitement travel down her spine. Janet loved to be tickled, had loved it since the time she was a small girl. Almost every one of her relationships had ended because her boyfriends and girlfriends had found her overwhelming desire to be tickled bizarre. And so the 27 year old woman, though quite pretty in face and body, was single and had been for over a year, finally giving up on a relationship. "So I'm going to be tickled while I'm here?" she asked, a gleam in her eye.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Dr. Nevell replied. He hadn't failed to notice the gleam in Janet's eye, and he was confident of her answer. He was not disappointed.
"N-no.. that isn't a problem at all.. I-I actually kinda like to be.. t-tickled," Janet stammered, hardly believing her ears. Though she still felt some trepidation at the suddenness of all of this, she was at the same time more excited than at any other time in her life.
"Excellent," replied Dr. Nevell. "In that case, care to come with me to your next test? I guarantee you will enjoy it."
"I think I would like that very much," Janet said. "Lead the way."
Janet awoke with a start. She immediately noticed two things about her surroundings: She wasn't where she remembered falling asleep, and she wasn't wearing any clothing. As the sleep faded from her mind her vision and thought clarified and she took stock of the situation. She was lying on a round bed, nicely furnished with sheets, blanket, and pillows. The room she was in was roughly 10' by 30'. The floor seemed to be of some dull white material, the same as the walls and ceiling. She could see no doors or windows, or anything at all on the bland walls. Perhaps strangest of all was that she could discern no source for the soft light that lit the room. It was as if the light came from everywhere.
Janet stood, wrapping the sheet around herself in unconscious modesty. She figured idleness wouldn't tell her anything more about what was going on, so she decided to yell. "Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?" The room, lacking any form of communication, or ability to comprehend what she said for that matter, declined an answer. "Well this is great," she said to her self aloud, "I guess I'll have to find a way out of here on my own.
She approached one wall at random, having no clue which direction was which, and gave it a closer inspection. It seemed to be of one solid piece of the same material that composed the floor, and had no flaws what-so-ever. As she moved around the room, closely inspecting all four walls and the floor, she realized that the entire room was too perfect, too flawless. "Nothing can be this perfect," she said to herself. As if on cue the walls, floor, and ceiling shimmered briefly, then disappeared.
She found herself in a room, roughly 30' by 30' feet square. The floor was a rather drab shade of grey, and the walls were lined with holo-projectors. She was no longer alone. A man, in his middle years with short hair greying at the temples and a distinguished-looking beard framing his face, approached her. He was holding some sort of a tablet pc and writing quickly with a stylus. He wore what looked to be a standard white labcoat. "What in the hell is going on?" Janet demanded.
"Congratulations," he replied, ignoring her question, "you have passed the first and maybe most difficult test, and rather quickly I might add. You should do very well here, very well indeed."
"Test? What are you talking about? I've got questions and you had better have answers," Janet declared angrily. Despite her apparent anger, the was more than just a touch of fear detectable in her voice, and on her face.
"Of course you do, Janet. Let me lead you to your quarters and we will discuss things on the way. Then we can get you settled in and ready for the next test. My name is Dr. Revell, please, come along." The doctor put his arm around Janet's shoulder and began to lead her toward the room's lone exit.
"Why the hell not," Janet thought, "it's not like I have any other choices at the moment." As they exited the room into a hallway floored in beige with white walls, she asked: "Where am I? What sort of facility is this? What in the world was that in that room, I've never seen anything like it?"
Dr. Revell smiled as they walked along the hallway, passing plane white doors with small computer panels beside them. "This is Facility 7, located deep beneath Dallas, Texas. The purpose of this facility is a long answer, but I will try to explain all that I can. 60 years ago this planet was visited by a craft from another world. Another galaxy, actually. Inside that ship were seven aliens, refugees from their home planet, possibly the last of their species alive. They had journeyed from a system on the exterior of the Andromeda galaxy, fleeing a conquering army the likes of which they had never before encountered."
"The voyage took them almost 100 solar years, a lifetime to us but not such a long time for their race. They told us of the army that was sweeping across the universe, conquering all it came across. And they told us that our galaxy, The Milky Way, is the last unconquered galaxy. Since that time we have secretly been studying their technology, slowing integrating certain aspects into the public realm, while keeping most of it secret. The goal of this facility, and the others like it, is to develop anything that can aid us in the coming fight against this terrible foe. But while other facilities work on more conventional weapons and the like, this one has a different aim, but perhaps the most important one of all. The conquering race, the Ne'Qui'Shu as they call themselves, have most curious weakness, it seems."
Janet was walking in stunned silence, barely paying attention to the turns they were making through the complex network of hallways. She could scarce believe what she was hearing. But for some reason she felt inclined to believe this stranger. "What is this weakness?" she asked, fully caught up in the story.
"The Ne'Qui'Shu seem to be allergic to laughter. They have become so cold-hearted and cruel during their conquest of the Universe that laughter has become almost a poison to them, weakening them and rendering them helpless. What we are developing is a sort of massive 'gun' that uses laughter as ammo. Firing this 'gun' at a Ne'Qui'Shu fleet would severely cripple its effectiveness and give us a fighting chance to defend the galaxy." As Dr. Nevell finished his story, Janet noticed a light in his eyes, a light of conviction and hope that removed any doubts she had as to the truthfulness of his wild tale.
"You are going to harness laughter as ammunition. Where are you getting the laughter from?" Janet was now truly curious, and found that a part of herself wanted to help in any way that she could.
"Ah, now that is where my line of work comes in. We will harvest the laughter from women, test subjects as yourself. It is our understanding that women produce the most potent laughter. And so my purpose is to find and test women to be our 'laughers'. We only want the most potent ones, to ensure that we will be operating at peak efficiency." Dr. Nevell finally came to a stop at a door no different from the countless others that they had passed, and pressed a code on the panel. The door opened to reveal a simple yet nicely furnished quarters, featuring a small living space, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Dr. Nevell ushered Janet in and they sat in opposite chairs.
Janet, figuring this to be her quarters, didn't even bother to ask the question. Instead, she inquired, "But how do you get the women to laugh, tell them jokes for hours at a time?"
"No," Dr. Nevell chuckled, "we tickle them. It is the most effective way to promote constant, enthusiastic laughter."
Janet felt a tingle of nervous excitement travel down her spine. Janet loved to be tickled, had loved it since the time she was a small girl. Almost every one of her relationships had ended because her boyfriends and girlfriends had found her overwhelming desire to be tickled bizarre. And so the 27 year old woman, though quite pretty in face and body, was single and had been for over a year, finally giving up on a relationship. "So I'm going to be tickled while I'm here?" she asked, a gleam in her eye.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Dr. Nevell replied. He hadn't failed to notice the gleam in Janet's eye, and he was confident of her answer. He was not disappointed.
"N-no.. that isn't a problem at all.. I-I actually kinda like to be.. t-tickled," Janet stammered, hardly believing her ears. Though she still felt some trepidation at the suddenness of all of this, she was at the same time more excited than at any other time in her life.
"Excellent," replied Dr. Nevell. "In that case, care to come with me to your next test? I guarantee you will enjoy it."
"I think I would like that very much," Janet said. "Lead the way."
) and that's it. 
