Diana's Mistake (Brain Dump Alternate Path)

The girls each pleasured a different part of Thomas. One on his cock, one on his balls, one on his tongue, his hands, his toes. His body was enveloped by women. Thomas’ harem was outstanding.

If only he knew who his harem really were… or ‘was'.

“Diana, I’m off. Need me to do anything for you while I’m out?” I called out to my sister. I stamped my foot on the floor to show my shoes were on, just as my sister wheeled into the room.

Diana was never seen out of her wheelchair nowadays. It functioned as her mobility and her desk chair, “Go to the post office,” she responded. “I have a few packages I need you to grab.”

Expecting only to hear some grocery ideas, I was curious, “What about?”

Diana, deadpan, replied “It’s none of your business. Don’t even think about opening them.” and wheeled off. I fought the urge to click my tongue. Since Diana’s injury, she had been like this. She hated the world and only left the house when she absolutely had to go to her office at the college… whatever they did there.

Thomas left their apartment, and Diana retreated back into her bedroom. Diana hated her brother for having legs and still sitting in his room all day. She hated her legs that didn’t work anymore, she hated the asshole that hit her with a car and didn’t even survive long enough to feel her wrath, she hated how ugly she was, and she especially hated that little college slut in the parking lot outside her window, making out with her super hot boyfriend.

That little bitch doesn’t realize how good she has it. Beauty, sex… legs. Diana would sell her own soul for something like that. And if her project worked out, then she will.

Diana returned to her bedroom, and sat at her desk wherein bags of snacks were piled up. She’d have to make Thomas clean them up for her one of these days, but only after she tied up the machine enough. No one but her could learn about this until she was finished, and maybe even after.

The Fast-Learning Machine (name pending), or FLM, was a joint effort by several researchers and engineers at the university. It was, as the name implied, designed to enable whoever used it to learn anything. It was revolutionary, really. If they perfected it, then anyone could learn any piece of information accrued by humanity, allowing a more cohesive handing-off of information between one generation to the next. But it was just that, a teacher. It could only **** information into someone’s head. It was unable to, much to the chagrin of a sponsor that pulled out, actually mind control people. You couldn’t change anyone’s opinions on anything, but technically could 1984 people by making them ‘learn’ a falsehood.

But that was the version they were working on in the office. Diana took steps to ensure no one would ever learn of her true goal. She was miserable, and wanted to use the machine to **** herself to be less miserable. And so she developed a version of the FLM to serve as that elusive mind control device. She had broken down that barrier.

She called it the “Brain Dump” (BD), in a similarly uncreative vein to the FLM. The BD was (in theory) a machine capable of housing a complete digital clone of a human brain, editing details of it, and then downloading it directly onto a living human brain. Well, not exactly. It contains billions of little ‘lessons’ like a normal FLM protocol that ‘teach’ the brain to adapt that edited version of the associated brain.

Diana’s goal with the BD is simple. Upload a copy of herself onto the BD, edit the data so that she is happy with her life, and then download it back onto herself. Literally teach herself to be happy. She can’t live like this anymore.

And today was finally time for her first test. She sat in the dark room and began the brain dump sequence. She put a headset on, covering her vision and ears to reach something like a hypnotic state, and sat back. This should only take a few minutes.

“Thomas, I’m breaking up with you,” said Julie, flatly. The words almost didn’t compute.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart wracked with worry.

“I mean it’s over between us. I’m moving on and I wanted to tell you in person. I owe you that much.” She didn’t make eye contact with me, her eyes were on the door of the diner she called me to. In fact, she hadn’t even taken her purse off of her shoulder. She didn’t intend to stay long.

“I… I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?” I pursued, “I thought things were good between us.”

“They were,” she said quickly, “but I’m advancing my career and you’re unemployed living with your sister,” she said, crossing her arms, “I don’t know how to say this tastefully, but you’re not good enough for me anymore.”

“I thought you didn’t care about that,” I said solemnly. We had been dating since high school, and I loved her deeply, “You said you were proud of me for dropping out to take care of Diana.”

She scratched her ear, “Yeah, and I still am. But I also realized that pride was something I was feeling for a friend.” Friend. An ugly word to hear in a breakup conversation, “I want the guy I’m dating to make more money than me.”

“But-”

“Goodbye, Thomas.” And she got up, leaving Me alone at a diner booth, fighting back sobs. The waitress, having overheard all of this, gave me my meal for free.

Diana finished her Brain Dump. Her 100 Terabyte drive was more than enough to contain every protocol to teach a brain to be her, but for extra backups she would need Thomas to bring her new delivery. The trial run was simple: take a single fact about herself, make a developer note of what she was changing, make the change, self-analyze whether or not the change took hold, and revert the change. Do this a few times over the next week to confirm how safe the machine is before permanently changing herself. But what to change…

The front door slammed, alerting Diana. She rolled out into the parlor only to see Thomas putting down the boxes she had sent for him onto their table, “Careful with those,” she said coldly, “They were expensive.”

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice,” came an unusually bitter Thomas.

“I could just evict you. I own this place,” she replied smugly.

Thomas fought the urge to throw the heavy box at her, “You know what, Diana?” he blew up at her for no reason. Well, he might have had a reason, but compared to her own problems they were no doubt minimal. “I gave up everything to take care of you after the accident. I’m REALLY sorry about what happened to you, and I gave you a LOT of rope, but being a complete unrelenting bitch to me for YEARS for no reason is over.” He was seeing red, “You want me gone? Fine. I’ll be out of your hair real soon. Good luck finding someone else to retrieve your ‘super secret packages’” he added that last part in exaggerated quotation marks before storming off to his room.

‘That prick,’ she thought to herself, ‘you have no idea how much you’d miss being able to stomp away like that.’ She looked at the packages and frowned. She couldn’t carry them, so she just returned to her room.

Sitting at the computer, she thought about Thomas for a moment. Her ‘baby brother’ was 25 and unemployed since he dropped out of college to essentially be her own live-in caretaker. What an idiot, but she supposed she should be grateful. His girlfriend, Julie, was a fairly pretty associate at a large law firm here in town. When she really thought about it, Diana had taken a lot from him. Another victim of that damn accident. She suddenly wished she had treated Thomas better. Been more grateful for the things he does for her. Been more comforted by his nearby shoulder to cry on, not that she ever did. She was too cold, she guessed.

And then it dawned on her. This was a character flaw she could change. She typed into her brain dump ‘Loves Thomas’, ‘Wants Thomas to be happy’. No damage could be done from that before she changed herself back.

Diana checked that her backup she made of herself this morning was still functional. Excellent, this way the new her won’t know what change she decided to make until she hears the recording. The BD loaded up the changes and began the countdown. Diana would make the change, catalog the differences, and by the end of the night, be back to normal with her first trial run complete. Complete…

Diana heard a chime, waking her up from the FLM. She looked over at the clock and saw it was almost 3 in the afternoon. That couldn’t be right, she hadn’t been up that long. The last thing she remembered was making her daily backup… “OH!” She understood her own intentions now. She must have begun her first trial run of the BD; this was exciting! Diana could tell she wasn’t immensely different, but just the prospect that she had begun her self-changes was already lightening her spirits! “I wish I could tell Thomas. He’d be happy for me!”

Thomas… Diana felt hot thinking about her little brother, reaching down to her private place. His large back, his handsome face. How he had always been there for her, even sacrificing aspects of his own future to help her. She bit her lip. Thinking about it now, Thomas was her ideal man. But just as she was unlucky in all other aspects of her life, Diana’s ideal man was off-limits. He was her brother, and more to the point, he was taken. Julie, that skank. Diana had seen the two of them together. Julie didn’t appreciate how awesome her little brother was. He was just blinded by her big tits and pretty smile. She pictured how the two of them fucked. Did they do it missionary? Doggy? Or maybe-

Diana heard a knock at her door, “Diana, I wanted to apologize for earlier,” said Thomas through the door. Diana realized she had actually been masturbating about her brother having sex with his girlfriend. “Di? Can we talk?”

She straightened herself up. He hadn’t called her that in a while “Yeah, hold on.” And pushed the door unlock button she had at her seat.

Thomas wandered in and sat on her bed, causing a rush of heat as she recalled her fantasies. “I’m really sorry I blew up at you, earlier…” he said, nearly crying.

“Thomas?!? What’s wrong?” Diana nearly jumped out of her chair before remembering she literally couldn’t. Her darling brother was crying, and she wanted to help him.

Her concern was unusual. I didn’t remember the last time Diana cared about my troubles, “It’s… Julie. She-*hic*-She dumped me…”

“That BITCH! I KNEW IT!” she yelled, knocking me out of my stupor.

“Uh.. Diana?” I was more shocked at her outburst than my breakup at that exact moment.

She was fuming. Her face was bright red and her nostrils were flaring. Combined with the fact that my sister wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes anyway, this was quite unsightly, “I KNEW she didn’t appreciate you. She was lucky as hell to have a guy like you! A guy who would do anything, sacrifice anything to take care of the people he loves!”

I blinked a few times here. She kept going on about how stupid Julie was and how amazing I was… Did I miss something? “Diana, are you feeling okay?”

She looked puzzled, “Is it really so weird to be mad at the bitch who broke my little brother’s heart? She doesn’t know what she lost.”

It… felt nice… “Thanks, Di…”

The next hour was the two of them hanging out, Diana trying desperately to avoid showing off how turned on she was being around him like this. But this was nice. Seeing him cheer up felt amazing. When he finally retreated back to his room, she masturbated furiously, fantasizing about a world in which she could be his woman. And before she went to go get food, she saw a notification on her computer.

Opening it, she saw a video file of herself. This wasn’t surprising. Her plan was always to leave a bookmark before testing the BD on herself to gauge how effective it was. “Okay”, the viDiana said, “Beginning first BD test. Backup functioning, ready to reprogram myself with ‘Loves Thomas’ and ‘Wants Thomas to be happy’. Should be simple enough. Make sure you go back to normal before bed.”

… Diana nearly slapped herself in the face. How didn’t she realize it? She was WAY nicer to him than usual. Not to mention the sexual fantasies, it seems like ‘Loves Thomas’ took a different direction than she had anticipated. She booted up the backup of herself, before- “I won’t remember this…” she said to herself, “If I wasn’t nice to him now, who knows where he’d be after a breakup like that…” She realized she couldn't just go back to being that cold bitch to her darling brother.

She looked solemnly at her wall, and then heard giggling. Looking out her window, she saw that little slut outside. Cute as a button. And she was with that gaudy boyfriend of hers. If that girl only knew how amazing her brother was, she’d be in his pants yesterday.

And then it occurred to her. A thought that must never occur to anyone, but due to the poorly foreseen effects of the Brain Dump, it occurred to her:

She could just **** the little slut to realize how amazing Thomas was.