orb_freewill.bat

“That…is seriously odd.” Gina looked down at her pants, then back at the controller. She knew there was some mumbling of a nano-tech division among the new properties, but could that actually explain what she just felt?

“The things moved my legs by themselves,” she muttered, thinking about the kind of material strength and energy use that must be involved for nanites to accomplish something like that. She wasn't exactly a quantum engineer, but she understood some basic thermodynamic principles enough to know that they weren't there yet.

So what was this room? She looked back at the other canisters. She’d be taking all of those back...and probably a couple of these workstations as well. Clearly she was a little over her head in terms of the scope of the experimentation here--but a little analysis and a couple of phone calls would probably bring some things into focus.

And then she tried to step forward. She quite nearly twisted her spine as muscle memory told her she was moving forward--but it didn’t immediately register that her black pants didn’t respond. She leaned back to re-balance, looking down at herself.

Bizarre. She was held there. That indicated propulsion, didn't it? She was wearing the pants, they weren't anchored to the floor. She could understand how they might hold her stiff--but this was practically a **** field made of her executive black pants. It was uncanny.

She held up her phone, about to make an initial report back. She barely had a working signal here, but it was enough to--

“Hey!” Gina dropped her phone to the ground. She craned her neck to look behind her, watching the seat of her black pants deform on it's own. “Whoa--I thought we were done with our ‘test’.” She winced a little as the emulated grip on her cheek softened to a single finger, tracing up the crack of her ass. “Hey now, really!” Gina said, reaching down and trying to pull her pants away from her crotch a little.

She swore she heard typing at one of the workstations, but when she tried to glance to the other end of the room, she was hoist to her toes by her black pants.

“Owwwweeee...ow!” A camel-toe appeared at the front of Gina's pants as they practically suctioned around her lower half. At the same time, they continued pulling her to her toes. She strained to keep herself balanced at first, but as the black pants hugged her skin, she felt them pulling against gravity itself. “There's no way. There's nothing this size that can use power so eff--holy f…”

Wrenched from the ground by the fog-ingested pants, Gina looked down at her phone, glowing face-up on the Berber-covered floor. She had to get herself out of these pants. If they were strong enough to pull her weight into the air, what if part of their ‘test’ function included a self-folding mode?

She tried to shift her weight enough to hook her thumbs in either side of the pants. When she did, they seemed to squeeze tighter, pulling her wrists against her hips and trapping her digits under her waistband.

“Fuck! Fucking hell! Let...the fuck...g--uh?!” The pants softened their grip. Gina drew a deep breath as her legs were folded--thankfully the way they naturally bent--under her. She panicked a little, imagining her legs snapping as the fog...nanite...things twisted her pants out of control.

But nothing of the sort happened.

In fact, now the pants had let go of her thumbs, and the constriction everywhere else had let up a little. The poly-blend was no longer in ****-grip mode--and for the first time, Gina had the opportunity to glace around the room and look at the workstations. She was, for all intents and purposes, ‘sitting’ on the fabric of her pants. She was elevated above the ground by a few feet, her vantage point a foot or two higher than it would have been had she were standing.

She carefully reached down and felt the seat of her pants. It was unreal. A...stasis field? Using a fabric medium controlled by nanites? Gina shook her head. There was experimental tech at the Aeschelon HQ that she had to sign a 5-year NDA to see.

And, sure--it was amazing. But this…

“Gravity nullification,” Gina said. “In no uncertain terms.” She slid her hands down her thighs, wiggling her butt a bit to see how the fabric responded. It gave a bit--it let her wiggle in place--but she wasn’t hammocked in place, hanging by given points. The behavior was more complex.

She shivered when she felt hands trace from her ass down to her thighs, cooing at the tickle and blushing a a bit. She thought about it for a second: did the pants just echo what she did to herself?

As she considered her next course of action, she heard typing again across the room. Her eyes shot to a keyboard across the room, where a small screen scrolled data.

Now the big screen in the room lit up, mirroring the data.

-TEST 1-
completed

-TEST 2-
paused...distress detected in proximate sentience--attempting to compensate stimulus

distress reduced…
altering stimulus pattern…
scanning…

BREAK
MANUAL IRQ

run orb_freewill.bat

TESTING INTERRUPTED
SAMPLE 23X-3 : PHASIC LOCKS RELEASED

Gina’s heart thumped. Were the keys typing themselves? The room was empty--and she knew it. She looked down at the floor, at her phone and its little flashing blue light.

“Oh--fuck…” A finger again, tracing from the small of her back, down her ass and between her thighs. “Oh my god...r-really?” The crotch of her pants was wiggling against her clit now--and the stray finger traced back down her ass. “Godddddamn...” Strong, emulated hands grabbed her ass now. Lifted her.

Whatever was happening, the programming suddenly seemed a lot more dynamic. She bit a couple of her fingers, watching her animated pants with awe as they flexed on her body. Gina had no idea how to get herself down. She wasn’t sure it was necessary...just yet.