Swap IQ

“Can we swap intelligence between someone?” she asked.

You passed her the remote to look, possibly a mistake, but in this case it wasnt. She located an IQ button and told you to hold the remote. She fired, seemingly at random, and the beams hit Jemma and Joel. Joel was more of a himbo guy, good looking, good muscles, barely any brains while Jemma was intelligent.

Now it was the other way around. Jemma was acting a bit like a bimbo now, giggling at things, struggling to follow the conversation, and no longer getting as involved as before. You both assumed her degree was no longer Classical History. But neither of you cared.

You took the remote back and popped it in your pocket, a major mistake. Even though it was on your person, each shift you took in the chair fired the remote off at random people, and pressed a random button.