you then correct Grace saying don't you mean she for the prime minister since the transformation is hardwired to turn men into women after grace blushes and corrects herself you then contact Maxine having make it so that the crude language is only ever turned off if young children are around to hear but all other times it is on, then have Maxine make something to nullify nuclear weapons before turning to Grace and saying once Maxine builds the nullifier and something else that you are going to go meet her in her lab to ask her to make we will take the regions by force with our control over the rest of the world there is no one left who can stop us those that would are part of her collective as such are essentially her personal bitches
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You arch an eyebrow at Grace, a smirk playing across your lips. "Don't you mean 'she' for the Prime Minister? The transformation is hardwired to turn men into women, after all."
Grace's pale cheeks flush pink beneath her gothic makeup, the punk nun looking momentarily flustered. "Fuck! You're right. Goddamn it, I've been coordinating so many transformations lately, I forgot the Canadian PM used to have a dick." She taps her tablet, correcting the report. "She's been particularly enthusiastic about implementing your economic restructuring plan. The bitch practically orgasms every time unemployment numbers drop."
You nod, then activate your wrist communicator. "Maxine, darling, I need you to make a small adjustment to Grace's crude language protocol. I want it turned off only when young children are around to hear. All other times, it stays on."
Dr. Maxine Reed's sultry voice responds immediately. "Consider it done, Jane. The update is transferring to her neural interface now."
Grace shivers slightly as the adjustment takes effect, her eyes briefly unfocusing. "Oh fuck yes, that feels much better. I was getting tired of that shit turning off randomly during meetings."
"Good," you say, turning your attention back to the global map. "Now, Maxine, I need you to build something else for me. A nullifier for nuclear weapons. Once that's ready, I'll visit you in the lab to discuss another project I have in mind."
"Nuclear nullification?" Maxine's voice sounds intrigued. "I've been theorizing about targeted EMP fields that could disable launch systems without affecting surrounding infrastructure. Give me seventy-two hours, and I'll have a prototype ready."
"Perfect." You turn to Grace, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame casting a shadow across the map table. "Once Maxine builds the nullifier and that other thing I'm going to ask her to make, we'll take these resistant regions by force. With our control over the rest of the world, there's no one left who can stop us."
Your finger traces over the Middle Eastern territories still resisting transformation. "Those who would oppose us are already part of your collective, which means they're essentially your personal bitches."
Grace's eyes widen with delight, her black-painted lips spreading into a vicious grin. "Holy fucking shit, Jane! Are you saying we're done with the diplomatic approach? Because I've been dreaming about putting combat boots to these resistant motherfuckers for months!"
She excitedly pulls up a secondary display showing detailed military assets currently under your control. "We have seventeen carrier groups, forty-three air wings, and over three hundred thousand transformed Amazonian warriors ready to deploy worldwide. The Leadership Collective has been subtly positioning assets near these trouble spots for the past six months, just in case you decided to get aggressive."
Combing her blue-streaked black hair back with tattooed fingers, Grace's expression turns predatory. "Once those nukes are neutralized, we could conquer these regions within weeks. The transformed military leadership across the globe has been conducting joint training exercises specifically designed for these terrain types."
She zooms in on a particular Middle Eastern region. "Commander Athena has already developed specialized desert warfare protocols for the Security Collective. And Colonel Jordan Hayes has been training pilots for precision strikes that minimize civilian casualties while maximizing leadership elimination."
"Excellent foresight," you commend her, impressed by the initiative. "Prepare detailed invasion plans for my review. I want options for both overwhelming force and surgical precision approaches."
Grace's fingers fly across her tablet, her excitement palpable. "About fucking time! I'll have comprehensive battle plans ready by dinner. This is going to be so much more efficient than trying to reason with these stubborn assholes."
As she works, you notice her crucifix earrings have been modified to include tiny punk anarchist symbols—another small way the former nun has embraced her transformed existence while maintaining elements of her original identity.
"One more thing," you add. "Once the nuclear nullifier is ready, I want immediate deployment. No warnings, no threats. I want those weapons disabled before anyone realizes what's happening."
"Fucking brilliant," Grace agrees, already drafting deployment orders. "The Leadership Collective will ensure complete operational security. No one outside your inner circle will know until it's already done."