Worth a Shot

Tony knew it was wrong, but he had been watching the effects of the **** all day. And he wanted that focus, that drive, that power.

"How many people at the lab are using it? And what is it called?"

"Just me and Sana. We actually, erm, made it yesterday. As some of the only ones working weekends, there wasn't much chance for anybody else to try it. We don't even have a name for it yet."

Tony was amazed at the whole situation. He got hired by a state of the art lab, right as they created what might be the most important **** of the century. He might end up being the third person to use it, even if only by some unorthodox means. In history!

"How long do its effects last?"

"It lasts for roughly 7 hours at the moment. The effects are less potent as time goes on and the body processes more of it. You can tell when the effects are just about worn off, and there's not much of a hangover. No ethanol to cause hypertension or anything, so just a small let-down period."

Tony was ready, though his nerves were on high alert. "C... can I try it?"

"Um... well you've signed the non-disclosures, so I have no problem with it. Since it's close to the end of the day though, I'll start you off on a reduced dose. This one'll last closer to 4 hours, if I had to guess. Not sure how it'll affect a still developing brain," Mark mused. He stepped over to a cabinet on the side of the lab, and pulled out a ordinary looking bottle of medicine capsules.

"And yes, we've already taken to packaging them. We need to know what effect that has on delivery." Mark cut one of the capsules in half, and handed it to Tony, before putting the bottle. He turned back to Tony, who was staring at the capsule with some apprehension.

No going back now.

Tony tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

"You'll probably start feeling its effects in a couple of minutes," Mark noted. "Let me know if anything starts feeling off, it should all be pretty benign."

He didn't feel anything at first. Sana walked back into the lab a few minutes later, and Tony gave a wave while continuing his work. Then he noticed his awareness growing. Despite continuing to stare at Sana, continuing to mull over his thoughts about her, he could remember every reaction he had running. And then he could remember some of the reactions the veteran scientists had running. And then he could remember what he ate for breakfast, the layout of the lockers back in the direction of the airlock, the shape of Sana's bare backside, the names on every door he had seen in the building, and every one of those thoughts was lodged in his brain at once.

This was better than he had expected.

What Tony noticed less, was the suppression of his inhibitions. Where before he had thought Sana's actions odd, now he completely understood. Why would anyone get hung up about showing their body off? Especially one as good looking as Sana's. Logic was still with him, so wearing gowning in the lab still made total sense, but so long as it was just between like-minded coworkers, there was no reason to wear clothes at all. Society's rules were made to be broken, and they were really just the laws of other humans after all. Why shouldn't he be able to make his own rules, in LabSyn's little bubble? Tony didn't realize it, but every moment the **** took effect, he became a little more amoral.

Tony all the while was picking up the pace with his reactions, arranging chemicals neatly as he setup batches. Mark and Sana were doing the same, but Sana noticed Tony's improvement before long.

"So..." she said to Tony in passing a minute or two into this, "Mark let you in on our little secret, huh."

"Yeah, I guess it's obvious huh?" Tony grinned.

"That bastard," she said in mock anger. "I go and make one of the finest **** ever seen, and he just starts handing it out like candy."

"He said it was both of you two that made it."

"Well, yeah," Sana said, but then with a wink. "We'll just keep telling him that."

Mark checked in shortly after, and Tony was happy to report that the **** seemed to work like a charm. He didn't notice a single thing wrong with it, and his performance in the lab had improved twofold. Mark, satisfied that Tony wasn't bleeding out of his ears, gave the thumbs up and returned to his stations.

The rest of the day passed pretty quickly, and before long it was time to go home to the dorms.