Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
I worked furiously after the DNA virus escaped containment. I had to find an antidote, or humanity as we knew it would be doomed. We had proved it was possible to reshape a person's physical form and psychological profile by rebuilding our genes. Using a base sequence from our lab assistant Michiko, we had turned a lab chimp into her exact duplicate, right down to her memories and personality quirks. Who knew that she was such a narcissist? She snuck a sample out of the lab and mutated it into a highly contagious virus. Within hours, the campus was swarming with Michikos. Within three days, the entire country had been converted. In just over a week, she had done what countless conquerors had failed to do: take over the world.
Sealed in my lab, I cobbled together a vaccine. There was only one way to test it, and I stepped out of the lab. Within minutes I was captured and brought to the gym. One of the Michikos addressed me while the others danced around, filling the gym with the virus.
"We congratulate you on your resourcefulness," she said. "But we both know how this is going to end. Our DNA is constantly refreshing us, keeping us as healthy twenty-one year olds forever, while you will grow old and die. No matter what you do, we will win. We know you have the knowledge to neutralize your vaccine. Why don't you do so and join us?"
I tried to resist, but all of the Michikos seemed so happy. Was it worth it to hold out, when all of humanity (and, presumably, the great apes) had been taken over by a single mass mind? Would anyone really care about my futile struggle? Despite myself, I found myself telling Michiko how to reverse the vaccine that protected me.
Remember that March is Request Month!
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Apparently, all my time on caption sites had earned me a special spot in Hell. Turns out, I have to serve for all eternity as a succubus. Satan's not such a bad boss, though. He let me convert my old friends into my sexy minions. Here we are in our human forms about to go on our first assignment: infiltrating a seminary o seduce some young priests. If all goes well, our little club will be larger tomorrow.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Don't forget: March is Request Month!
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
So, if you would like to have one of your wishes come true, send the name of the person you want changed, their new name, and one or more of the tags I have used in my previous captions. I did, and I couldn't be happier with the results!
Either reply in the comments section to this post, or send me an email at dunnere1 [at] gmail.com
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The nanites had rendered me practically immortal, with no bodily needs other than for sex. Dennis' plan made sense. We could free the human race from everything that brought us down. We could end poverty and hunger, and instead of war, we could create a planet of love.
The solution was easy, really. All I had to do was to make sure that we could exhale clouds of active nanites, set to a forty-eight hour time delay. Then, we infiltrate a dozen of the world's busiest airports. I figure we can infect 80% of the world's population before anyone even notices something is up. We set our plan into motion a day ago, and I'm putting the icing on the cake here at the Cannes Film festival. In less than a week, the whole earth will be the Planet of the Veronicas.
Did I allow my children free will, or will the newly transformed sexbots seek out a master to serve? You'll find out soon enough...
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Dennis laughed as she watched the emotions play I've my face. "I know exactly what you're feeling," she said. "Honey, I'm here to help. If you think you feel good now, wait until you're charged with sexual energy."
It was all more than I could take in. "Why me? Why change me like this?"
Dennis sighed. "I told you. We need you to figure out a way to make the nanites go viral. My expertise is in programming and Heizenkeizer...Well, he's pretty much having a constant orgy with himself."
"Long story. It will probably be easier to show you. You're going to love it! So, are you in?"
"I don't know. It's all so much..."
"Matt, once you see what your new body can do, you'll see what a gift we're bringing to humanity. But we have to act quickly. People will get paranoid if we move too slow. We'll be quarantined at best, or made into public enemies at worst. Tell me you'll help us."
I must have looked uncertain, because Dennis ran a hand up my thigh. My knees nearly buckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? That's all the food and drink and sleep you'll need from now on. Now say yes."
"Oh, God, yes," I said, pulling Dennis in for a kiss. Maybe I wasn't thinking rationally, but I knew I needed this.
Monday, February 9, 2015
"Don't you recognize me?" the stunning brunette asked, blowing smoke from her cigar into my face.
"Should I?" I asked, clearly more interested in her lack of a bra than her name at the moment.
"It's me, Dennis," she said. That was clearly rubbish. Dennis was my bald, overweight friend who worked at Nu-Life. I made my skepticism known.
"If you had listened when I told you about our work with nanites, you might believe me, she continued. "Dr. Heizenkeizer finally found a way to use the morphonic resonator to transform organic matter into hyper-realistic synthetic sentient beings. He and I have replaced our original bodies and have upgraded ourselves to become VR-0-N1C/A model sexbots. While most Veronica models are mindless drones bound to their masters, we have found a way to maintain our free will. We will need it, if we are to deliver our gift to the human race."
I laughed. "Pull the other one. You're no android, and Dennis is a shithead prankster. You're talking about stuff that is impossible."
The woman smiled in a way that seemed eerily familiar. "You always were a skeptic, Matt. That's why I've been having you inhale the nanites that I've implanted in my cigar. We need you expertise if we're going to make our plan work. That's why we decided to have you join us."
Suddenly, I felt dizzy...
Sunday, February 8, 2015
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Friday, February 6, 2015
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
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