Brilliant Minds

Cassidy kicks her legs up onto the coffee table in front of her from her position on the living room couch. She idly adjust the goggles resting atop her head that look like they just came out of a steampunk convention as she does everything in her power to not roll her eyes. There's a brief pause as Cassidy scans the three other women in the room before letting out an audible sigh.

"Ugh... this is so stupid. I don't even know why I agreed to come here. There are so many more productive ways to spend my time than hang out with a bunch of idiots," she scoff.

"I'm really glad to be here, actually," an older Hispanic woman who had previously introduced herself as "Danielle" chimes in with a smile. "I think this could be a very interesting opportunity for all of us. I know I, for one, have been looking to test some of my newest concoctions on some more... naturally dominant subjects. As a fellow scientist, I'm sure you can appreciate that."

Danielle reaches into her lab coat and pulls out a vial of purple liquid, tilting the container over and watching in fascination as the substance moves around inside.

"First of all, I'm not putting any of your shit into my body. Fuck that. And second, don't pretend that we're anything alike. I am a scientist. You are not. In fact, I'm not totally convinced you're not just some deranged witch who stumbled across a white coat in a dumpster somewhere," Cassidy accuses.

"I'll never tell..." Danielle says with a wink.

"You two are, like, so funny! Also, I think this is super duper fun! It's like a we're having a big slumber party or something!" A voice suddenly giggles.

Cassidy and Danielle both glance over to see the tanned blonde woman in the hot pink dress sitting in a cushioned seat nearby. Well, "sitting" isn't entirely accurate. It's more like she's excitedly bouncing up and down in her seat. The way her breasts swing around wildly as she moves is somewhat distracting, but the other women do their best to ignore them.

"Nobody asked for your opinion, blondie," Cassidy spits out.

"Wait a second... how did you know that my name's Blondie? You must be, like, SUPER smart! Or... did I already tell you that? Uuuuuhhh... gosh, I can't remember..." Blondie says as she tries her best to think.

Cassidy and Danielle exchange a look.

"Is this bitch serious?" Cassidy asks in disbelief.

"It certainly seems that way," Danielle confirms, the smirk not fading from her face.

"For fuck's sake... How the hell did this girl even end up here? This is supposed to be an event for the most elite of mental manipulators. Last time I checked, you have to have a mind before you can control someone else's..."

"Huh? Mint-a-what? Man, the way you talk makes my head all tingly... all I know is that I'm, like, really hot and people can't help but stare at my big titties and juicy booty. Here! I'll show you!" Blondie insists.

The airhead proceeds to jump out of her seat and spin around before anyone else can say anything. She bends over slightly and flips up the bottom of her dress, exposing her golden ass cheeks.

Blondie spends the next minute or so wiggling her hips back and forth, allowing her bubble butt to shake enticingly for everyone to see. All of the other women in the room go silent as their gazes become transfixed by Blondie's backside. The bimbo just giggles as she looks over her shoulder and sees them all start to drool over her. It's only when Danielle feels a drop of drool fall from her chin into her cleavage that she's able to snap out of her stupor.

"Um... thank you for the... uh... enlightening demonstration, Blondie. I believe you've made your point," the Latina MILF quickly says before she mind starts to go blank again.

"Okie-dokie!" Blondie replies cheerfully before sitting back down. "You know, you two sure do use a lot of big words. I guess that's why you're the smarty people, or whatever."

A moment later, Cassidy shakes herself awake and looks down at the ground, both annoyed and embarrassed that she so easily fell under Blondie's control.

"She just got lucky. She's still nowhere near as good as me," she mutters under her breath.

Sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Cassidy, Pearl also manages to regain her awareness, having been completely silent up until now. She takes a moment to readjust her colorful dress and make sure her hair didn't get messed up. Once she's finished, she turns and looks at Cassidy.

"Come on, Cassidy. We shouldn't put down our fellow sisters. We must embrace each other's strengths in order to achieve true unity," Pearl explains in a mellow tone.

"Can it. I don't need advice from a wannabe hippie," Cassidy retorts. "You shouldn't be here either. This event is supposed to be for experts. You claim that you're a psychic, yet you haven't displayed any notable control over someone else's mind."

"Perhaps you have forgotten that I influenced Sabrina to eat multiple cookies, despite the fact that she claims to be on a diet," Pearl reminds Cassidy.

"You mean the social media girl? Please. I've seen tons of girls just like her cheat on their so-called diets. There's no proof that you did that. And even if you did, it's not like that's all that impressive. Let me make this clear: you're not one of us. You're just a lazy bum who thinks she's special."

"Your words are clearly meant to offend me, but I know my own truth. I will not allow your negative energy to taint my pristine aura. Speak ill of me if you wish, but know that it will never bother me. I believe in the strength of my abilities, and that's all that matters," Pearl says in a calm tone.

"The slight flair of your nostrils and minor elevation in breathing patterns indicate that your previous statement contains some amount of deceit," a new voice suddenly interjects before anyone has a chance to respond to Pearl.

Everyone in the room looks over and sees a shiny, metallic figure standing in the entrance to the living room. The synthetic blonde fibers framing the figure's face and its overly curved shaped soften it's otherwise cold appearance.

"Thank god! Finally someone agrees with me!" Cassidy exclaims, a smile forming on her face for the time since she arrived. "I knew if anyone would make sense around here, it'd be the robot."

"I am the Subconscious Alteration Machine, or S.A.M. for short. Please refer to me by one of those designations," S.A.M. quickly cuts Cassidy off. "As I was saying, my observations of standard human behavior lead me to believe that there is a high probability that Pearl Epsa has told a lie sometime in the past 20 seconds."

"Believe whatever you want. I have no desire to argue with anyone. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to meditate for a bit to realign my spirit," Pearl says as she stands up and moves past S.A.M..

"That's what I thought. I bet she doesn't even have psychic powers," Cassidy mutters.

"Incorrect," S.A.M. jumps in again. "When attempting to show off her powers, I noticed an increase in electromagnetic radiation in close proximity to Pearl's body. This signifies at least some amount of extrasensory abilities, even if relatively minor."

"Ugh. Fine. Whatever. The girl is psychic," Cassidy finally admits. "Doesn't change the fact that she can barely do anything with said power though."

"So... uh... S.A.M.? You're not gonna turn all of us into drones, are you?" Danielle asks after a moment.

"No. My current objective does not involve converting anyone in this building. As such, as I have no intention to cause any disturbances while I am here," S.A.M. explains.

"In that case... I wanted to ask you a few questions..."

"Yes, I can consume food and drinks, but no, I will not test how your potions work on an android," S.A.M. answers before Danielle has a chance to even to ask anything.

"Dang. Well, I'll just have to change your mind then..." Danielle says, clearly not losing hope.