you tell her to also wait until the other project is completed because it will help solidify control once you conquer the stubborn regions, you remind her that the security collective is for your personal protection as such they are not going to be deployed causing to blush and agree that you protection is more important before starting cussing out loud for about a minute after she is done she mentions how she needed that the stubborn countries combined with the crude language cutting out was causing a lot of stress which causes you to order her to report the one of the doctors for a check up and distressing treatment which the doctors abilities allow them to do even if it is just a massage. the Visit Maxine in her lab to discuss the \"other project\" you have in mind for resistant regions vetoing any suggestions that are about transforming
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You raise your hand to interrupt Grace's enthusiastic battle planning. "Wait until the other project is completed too. It will help solidify control once we conquer these stubborn regions."
Grace tilts her head, her crucifix earrings swinging as she processes your command. "What other fucking project?"
"The one I'm going to discuss with Maxine," you explain. "And another thing—the Security Collective is for my personal protection. They won't be deployed for this operation."
Grace's pale cheeks flush pink beneath her gothic makeup. "Of course! Your protection is more fucking important than anything else. I can't believe I suggested using—" She stops herself, then nods vigorously. "You're absolutely right. We'll use transformed military assets instead."
Suddenly, Grace slams her fist on the table. "FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLES!" She continues a stream of profanity for nearly a minute, her voice growing increasingly hoarse until she finally stops, breathing heavily.
"Feel better?" you ask, one eyebrow raised.
"Actually, yes," she admits, smoothing her modified habit. "These stubborn countries combined with the crude language protocol cutting out randomly was causing a lot of fucking stress. I needed that."
You place a hand on her shoulder, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame towering over her. "Report to one of the doctors for a check-up and destressing treatment. That's an order. With their abilities, they can help—even if it's just a massage."
"A medical massage from Dr. Tsunade?" Grace's eyes light up. "Holy shit, yes please! I'll finish these preliminary invasion plans and head straight there."
As Grace returns to her work, you stride from the Strategy Room toward Maxine's laboratory. The mansion corridors adjust automatically to accommodate your height, doors sliding open as you approach.
Dr. Maxine Reed is hunched over a workbench when you enter, her brilliant mind focused on a device resembling a crystalline sphere. Her lab coat barely contains her enhanced curves, and her red hair is pulled back in a practical ponytail. She looks up with a smile that brightens the room.
"Jane! Perfect timing. I've already begun preliminary designs for the nuclear nullifier," she says, setting down her tools and giving you her full attention. "What's this other project you mentioned?"
"I need something for the resistant regions," you explain, leaning against her workbench. "Grace is preparing military options, but I want a non-transformation solution."
Maxine nods thoughtfully. "Non-transformation? That's an interesting constraint. Let me think..."
She begins pacing, her enhanced intellect visibly working through possibilities. "We could create environmental control systems—weather manipulation, perhaps? Or maybe autonomous drones that establish infrastructure improvements so rapidly that resistance becomes illogical?"
You shake your head. "No transformation solutions, Maxine."
"What about economic incentives?" she suggests. "We could develop a resource replication system. Many of these regions are unstable due to resource scarcity. If we could create abundance—"
"Not quite what I'm looking for," you interrupt.
Maxine's eyes suddenly widen. "Wait, I've got it! What about a neurological pacification field? It wouldn't transform anyone physically—it would simply reduce aggression and increase receptivity to logical arguments. We could install transmitters that cover entire regions, making the population more amenable to peaceful integration without changing their appearance or identities."
You consider this for a moment, tapping your fingers on the workbench. "That sounds promising. How long would it take to develop?"
"With my enhanced intellect and the resources we have available? About a week for the prototype, then another two weeks for full deployment." Maxine's eyes gleam with excitement. "I could integrate it with the nuclear nullifier systems for efficiency."
"Begin immediately," you command. "And keep this project between us for now."
"Of course, Jane." Maxine steps closer, her lab coat brushing against you. "Anything else you need while you're here?"
You notice her eyes drifting down your body appreciatively, her devotion to you evident in every glance.