Visit Maxine's laboratory to discuss the next fictional extraction target
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You stride through the gleaming corridors of your mansion's east wing toward Maxine's laboratory, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame commanding attention from every servant you pass. They drop to their knees instinctively as you walk by, enhanced breasts pressing against revealing uniforms in gestures of submission.
Maxine's laboratory doors slide open automatically as you approach. Inside, your transformed scientist girlfriend stands before a massive holographic display, her lab coat barely containing her enormous breasts as she manipulates quantum calculations with practiced precision. Her red hair is tied in a messy bun, stray locks framing her face as she turns to greet you with a delighted smile.
"Divine Mother!" she exclaims, immediately setting aside her work. "What a pleasant surprise. Have you come to check on the elven adaptation metrics? They're settling in beautifully."
"Actually, I've decided on our next extraction target," you announce, walking to the central console and activating the projection system with a wave of your hand.
"Oh?" Maxine's eyes light up with scientific excitement. "Which fictional universe are we plundering this time?"
"Two, actually," you reply, pulling up images from your mental database. "I want the cloning technology from Star Wars and the Spartan-II Project documentation from Halo, along with their Mjolnir powered assault armor specifications."
Maxine's fingers dance across holographic controls, pulling up complex schematics. "Fascinating choices. The Kaminoan cloning technology is particularly elegant—much more advanced than anything we currently have. And the SPARTAN augmentation procedures..."
She pauses, studying your face. "May I ask why these specific technologies?"
"I want my own Spartan Core," you explain, leaning against the console. "We'll use the cloning tech to create candidates for our own Spartan-II Program. This way, we can train them at the same age as the original Spartans without having to draft people's children. Plus, we can ensure the candidates are as genetically compatible as possible with the augmentation procedures."
Maxine's lips curl into a knowing smile. "And I assume these Spartans will be considerably more aesthetically pleasing than the originals?"
"Of course," you respond with a wicked grin. "What's the point of having super-soldiers if they don't look absolutely fuckable?"
You both dissolve into giggles, your shared understanding of your preferences needing no further elaboration. Once composed, you bring up additional schematics.
"I also want to extract blueprints for all UNSC ships," you add. "It's time we started building our own interstellar fleet."
Maxine nods thoughtfully, her fingers already calculating extraction parameters. "A significant expansion of our capabilities. We'll need someone dedicated to oversee the shipbuilding operations."
She snaps her fingers as inspiration strikes. "I know exactly who—Pepper Potts. She's been working closely with me since Victoria took control of Stark Industries. With the combined knowledge and genius of Tony Stark, Doctor Doom, Lex Luthor, and Reed Richards all integrated into her mind, she's the perfect candidate."
"Perfect," you agree. "Schedule the extraction for tomorrow morning. I want preliminary cloning facilities operational within two weeks."
Maxine moves closer, her enhanced curves pressing against your side as she shows you preliminary calculations. "The energy requirements will be substantial, but manageable. We can tap into the bully crystalline network for the power spike."
She looks up at you, her golden-ringed eyes filled with devotion and scientific curiosity. "Would you like me to add any specific parameters to the Spartan candidates? Perhaps enhanced sexual responsiveness or specialized loyalty configurations?"
"Let's discuss those details over dinner," you suggest, running a finger along her jawline. "I have some very specific ideas about how my Spartans should serve."
Maxine shivers at your touch, her breath catching. "I'll prepare a complete proposal, Divine Mother. Your Spartan Core will be unlike anything the UNSC could have imagined."