Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“That’s too bad,” Lexi said, really meaning it. If he could actually find a cure for breast cancer, it would save so many lives!
“Yes, it is. And extremely frustrating.” His heavy black brows pulled down and a muscle in his jaw tensed.
“Well I’d like to help you, but I don’t see how I can,” Lexi told him.
“Because I haven’t finished explaining.” He frowned. “What I need is a host the Bacillus Aurum can live and thrive in so that I can have an unlimited amount of them to study.”
“A host?” Lexi exclaimed. “I don’t want to be a host to anything!” This interview had changed from being a heart-warming fight against a dreaded disease to a science-fiction horror story in a hot minute!
“No, you don’t understand!” Dr. Brandt protested. “Every man, woman, and child on Bio-Terius Centra has the Bacillus Aurum living within them—it’s part of their biome! It’s the reason they don’t get any form of cancer. It won’t do you any harm—in fact, it might even save your life one day if the Bacillus Aurum you get infected with thrives and grows within you.”
“Well…I mean, that sounds good,” Lexi said cautiously. “But if the, uh, Bio-Terians have all got it in them, why not just bring one of them up here to the Mother Ship?”
“Because they’ll die if their Bacillus Aurum dies and so far it simply cannot live outside the atmosphere of Bio-Terius Centra. Bringing them here would be a death sentence,” he said earnestly. “Which is why I need a human to host it—one who is uniquely compatible with the bacteria and can keep it alive within her body.”
“Okay…so you need a human host that’s compatible with the, uh, golden bacteria to keep it alive so you can study it and create a cure for cancer.” Lexi nodded. “I still don’t understand why you wanted to see my breasts, though.”
“To ascertain if you are able to produce the golden nectar the Bacillus Aurum thrives in.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest and his deep voice took on a lecturing tone. “You see, the bacteria lives mainly in the breast tissue—especially the mammary glands. They cause their female hosts to produce what we call ‘golden nectar’ which is filled with the Bacillus Aurum. If you are able to keep the Bacillus Aurum alive and produce the nectar, I’ll have an unlimited supply of them to study and experiment on until I can perfect a cure that can be given to everyone with breast cancer. I might even be able to develop a vaccine to keep it from occurring at all!” he added, his golden eyes brightening.
“Oh…so you just need to examine my, uh, breasts to see if they’re the right kind?” Lexi asked, frowning. “But how can you tell that?”
“By giving you an injection that will cause your breasts to form a close approximation of the golden nectar—though of course this version won’t have the Bacillus Aurum in it,” Dr. Brandt explained.
“Wait…you want to give me a shot that will cause my breasts to make ‘nectar’?” Lexi asked, not liking the idea.
“Yes and then I’ll need to hook you up to a milking pump and record the volume you produce over an hour-long period,” he explained. “If you’re capable of producing a sufficient volume for me to study, I’ll know that you can also make enough of the golden nectar to keep me supplied with plenty of Bacillus Aurum to experiment on.”
Dr. Brandt reached behind him and got a long hypodermic from the top of his desk and showed it to her. It was filled with a liquid that looked like melted gold.
“If you could please just take off your blouse so I can inject you and then hook you up to the milking pump,” he said in a business-like tone.
“Hold on!” Lexi put up a hand to stop him. “I haven’t agreed to let you inject me with anything yet!”
He frowned.
“What more do you want? You know now that I’m not ‘perving’ on you, as you put it—I only want to see your breasts for scientific reasons.”
“Yes, but you also want to inject me with some weird stuff that looks like molten gold that will fill my breasts with weird nectar!” Lexi exclaimed. “I haven’t agreed to that.”
“Fine.” Dr. Brandt raked a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. “What will it take for you to agree to undergo further trials to see if you’d be my ideal test subject?”
“Stop saying ‘test subject’—it’s creepy,” Lexi protested. “Why don’t we say that I’m interviewing to be your assistant—that sounds a lot less Bride-of-Frankenstein, okay?”
“The bride of who?” He frowned. “Didn’t you tell me you were a single female? That’s a very important consideration—I can’t handle the breasts of a female who is already mated.”
Lexi stifled a laugh.