The Prodigy

Tracy was sitting, if you can call having your knees drawn up to your chest, shoes on the seat, and leaning forward to reach her keyboard sitting, on her "high tech" gaming chair typing away at her keyboard watching the code drift past through the aqua lenses of her goggles. The chair wasn't ergonomic at all but not having the latest stuff even if it was bunk would be a serious hit to her cred. The goggles were a must though, anyone not looking through their lenses only saw some anime playing on the screen.

The dorm room was rather small. Barely large enough for the two beds, two desks, and two doors. One into the bath shared with the next room and the other to the hall. But a scholarship only got you so far, even one to a school like this. At least it did when you spent most of it on the coolest toys.

The hair on the right side of her head was dyed a lurid blue and left long though tied into a multitude of braids. The left side was shaved short but also dyed, this time an acid green. What stood out most though was while the right sleeve of her shirt was missing the entire arm from shoulder down was covered in tattoos making the whole thing look like clockwork robotics. Tuition money well spent she thought.

The door from the bath swung in and a tall bottle blonde with huge tits entered the room dressed in just a towel.

"You still on that Tracy? You need to unplug girl. Come on down to the club with me, I know your legal. We can scare us up some man meat and let off some steam."

"Jessica I know your IQ score and have read your dissertation, please stop trying to play the dumb bimbo with me. I can call up my sister if I want that."

"No thank you. One of you is bad enough." Jessica had dropped the towel and pulled a tote out from under her bed swaying her big peachy ass from side to side. Dammit I was at a critical junction did she have to tease me like that, Tracy thought trying to focus on her coding.

"What do you think of this?" Jessica was holding up a short low cut strappy dress covered in a rainbow of sequins.

"I think the 70's called and want their fashion back."

"Oh and all that fishnet is fashionable?"

"At least I'm wearing something under it, it's whale net, and yes it is." Dammit Jessica "I'm trying to work here. Do you mind?"

"Fine. Rot your brain, I'm going to go enjoy myself." And she swept out the door.

Finally, Tracy thought, and pulled her headphone out. Now she could jam out while coding and not have to worry about the mock bimbo that was literally a rocket scientist going even harder trying to distract her if she thought Tracy couldn't hear her.

And then it was done. Her Worm was ready to hit the campus mainframe and then Hydra out into every device linked to it. By this time tomorrow everyone would be treated to a video of the Dean farting out All I Want For Christmas Is You. Teach you to cut the school's robotics budget shithead.

Tracy leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes after setting her goggles up on her forehead. Was the room darker? And then it was.

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The growing group around the circle saw the short young woman dressed in tight black Lycra shorts and matching black sports bra under black whale net pants and shirt that had the right sleeve missing jogging up about the time they heard the thumping groove of the headphones she'd turned to external speakers. The tattoo was a dead give away to Laura before she even needed to see her face.

"Your putting my sister in my harem!? Are you nuts? I don't even want a harem and now your pulling this!"

"Don't blame me, well no totally blame me, but not really. The women I picked came from your subconscious. You've had sexual thoughts about every single woman here, including our next two contestants."

Tracy had turned off her headphones and caught the last of that. "Ha! Perving on me are you sis? Nice."

"It's not like that!"

"No no, it's cool. I'm down with the wincest. It's not like me and Stacy didn't mutual masturbate our way through puberty. Too bad she grew out of that. And into a gigantic bitch."

"It is not cool! I do not want my little sister in my harem."

"Whoa, harem? You're getting all kinds of kinky sis, I dig it. Where do I sign up?"

"You want to be in your sisters harem?" Shar asked, a little put off that someone was actually volunteering for this. Well she didn't quite know all she was volunteering for yet so that was something but still..

"Yeah sure, MIT has been super boring lately since they axed our robot fighting club. How was I supposed to know that was a load bearing wall?"

"No argument from me."

"I'm arguing against it dammit!"

"Yeah being in the same harem with my ex's little sister is kinda creepy." Anna chimed in.

Lightning struck a tree not too far off temporarily deafening everyone with the crack of thunder, the tree faring much worse than them. "It's done, she's in, and you can all deal with it." Shar informed them when they could hear again. "Have a seat." Tracy hopped up next to Anna and stuck her tongue out at her. "Now introduce yourself to the audience."

"We have an audience? Oooh is this like the Bachelorette?" Then in a calmer voice "My name is Theresa Black but by all that is unholy call me Tracy, I am 21 years old and a engineering student at MIT. I am bisexual but don't think labeling sexuality is fair, it's more of a spectrum than black white or grey. I am four foot ten and wear a B cup. Wow that was trippy, how did you do that? Wireless neuron stimulation? No, I don't feel brain damaged. Telepathy? Oooh are you an alien?!"

"I was born as human as you are and I used magic. Are you always like this? Should I make a note to the servants to keep you away from caffeine?"

"Oh I'm loaded with caffeine right now, I ate a whole bag of chocolate covered espresso beans while working on my project earlier."

"Great. Well as much as I may regret it lets bring on our next contender."