Kitty made the sad mistake of eating a couple of people she shouldn't have. It wasn't until after she experienced some rather trippy side-effects that she discovered she had eaten about two billion nanytes.
The result of this was a small microscopic war within her body as the nanytes attempted to make her even stronger and faster than she already was, but the influences of Tass's blood in her veins was trying to destroy the intruders.
It was by happenstance that she ran into Pharlen Von Tombs at the Inn. Pharlen noticed how Kitty was having twitches and spasms and questioned it. In return, Kitty explained the results of some bad choice snacking.
Pharlen, darling that she is, was able to pinpoint the problem, and offered to assist Kitty in dealing with the nuisance. An offer that Kitty was quick to take her up on.
It really was an underground lair that Pharlen had! In the back of the old Crystal Inn, behind a concealed panel, the albino led Kitty down a few steps to a Dr. Frankenstein's wet dream of Tesla Coils, Jacob's ladders, and other peculiar test equipment.
Perhaps the strangest of all was the Moog synthesizer, an elderly MG-1, elaborately harnessed to an oscilloscope, and from there to an alarming array of hissing and humming equipment.
Leaving Kitty to lay down on a comfortable cot with a copy of PlayCreature, Pharlen assessed the information on the nanite's that Kitty had consumed. Turning on her old reel to reel set to play Emerson, Lake, and Palmers 'Pictures at an Exhibition', the music effectively concealed the annoying process of matching a wave form to the electrical signature of the nanites.
Once Pharlen had matched the frequency and form, she moved several ominous looking large ceramic insulators over Kitty's prone form.
"Throwing the switch!" Pharlen yelled.
"Mmhmm, you're getting off on this too much," Kitty noted dryly. She hadn't a clue, and didn't want one. Beside, Pharlen had a horrible habit of explaining exactly what she was doing, and while she was speaking Common, she made not one bit of sense.
"Of course I am. Bwahahaha! POWER! GIVE ME POWER!!" Pharlen exulted, holding her hands up in claws of insanity, her eyes of cracked pink morganite ablaze as she grinned into the humming power gathering and beginning to leap from the copper posts running through the ceramic.
Kitty turned a page. "Mmm, nice set of mating palps," she murmured, quirking a brow.
Pharlen capered to the Moog, but was all business when it came to work. She dialed the wave form into the oscilloscope and turned to the synthesizer. Carefully making her settings on the Moog's own oscilloscopes until the frequencies matched, and thrummed in silence over the sting of electricity.
"E," Pharlen called, pressing that key on the synthesizer.
"I, E, I, O," Kitty responded, lifting and turning the magazine towards Pharlen, "Damn, this boy could shift the tectonic plates!"
"Quit distr-Holy Mother of Mayhem!" the goggling Pharlen did reminded her, she'd forgotten her goggles. Too late, now.
The harmonics amplified within the wave form, creating a dissonance between the electrical field generated around the nanite's by Kitty's own tissues. This effectively squashed the tiny machines as thoroughly as a flea on an anvil, and about as elegantly. Pharlen's toys were precise in her hands, but powerful and primitive seeming.
"Bet he only dates large farm animals," Kitty cackled, "Am I done" You promised Doubles and noodles."
"Double Doubles," Pharlen corrected primly, turning to scan over Kitty once more. "Clean. You'll probably still be woozy, but food will fix that?"
Kitty needed some Girl time, clearly, so first Pharlen dragged her to an In-N-Out Burger for delicious double meat, double cheese, burgers. In Los Vegas. Possibly even to catch the Cirque Du Soleil's Zumanity show.
The result of this was a small microscopic war within her body as the nanytes attempted to make her even stronger and faster than she already was, but the influences of Tass's blood in her veins was trying to destroy the intruders.
It was by happenstance that she ran into Pharlen Von Tombs at the Inn. Pharlen noticed how Kitty was having twitches and spasms and questioned it. In return, Kitty explained the results of some bad choice snacking.
Pharlen, darling that she is, was able to pinpoint the problem, and offered to assist Kitty in dealing with the nuisance. An offer that Kitty was quick to take her up on.
It really was an underground lair that Pharlen had! In the back of the old Crystal Inn, behind a concealed panel, the albino led Kitty down a few steps to a Dr. Frankenstein's wet dream of Tesla Coils, Jacob's ladders, and other peculiar test equipment.
Perhaps the strangest of all was the Moog synthesizer, an elderly MG-1, elaborately harnessed to an oscilloscope, and from there to an alarming array of hissing and humming equipment.
Leaving Kitty to lay down on a comfortable cot with a copy of PlayCreature, Pharlen assessed the information on the nanite's that Kitty had consumed. Turning on her old reel to reel set to play Emerson, Lake, and Palmers 'Pictures at an Exhibition', the music effectively concealed the annoying process of matching a wave form to the electrical signature of the nanites.
Once Pharlen had matched the frequency and form, she moved several ominous looking large ceramic insulators over Kitty's prone form.
"Throwing the switch!" Pharlen yelled.
"Mmhmm, you're getting off on this too much," Kitty noted dryly. She hadn't a clue, and didn't want one. Beside, Pharlen had a horrible habit of explaining exactly what she was doing, and while she was speaking Common, she made not one bit of sense.
"Of course I am. Bwahahaha! POWER! GIVE ME POWER!!" Pharlen exulted, holding her hands up in claws of insanity, her eyes of cracked pink morganite ablaze as she grinned into the humming power gathering and beginning to leap from the copper posts running through the ceramic.
Kitty turned a page. "Mmm, nice set of mating palps," she murmured, quirking a brow.
Pharlen capered to the Moog, but was all business when it came to work. She dialed the wave form into the oscilloscope and turned to the synthesizer. Carefully making her settings on the Moog's own oscilloscopes until the frequencies matched, and thrummed in silence over the sting of electricity.
"E," Pharlen called, pressing that key on the synthesizer.
"I, E, I, O," Kitty responded, lifting and turning the magazine towards Pharlen, "Damn, this boy could shift the tectonic plates!"
"Quit distr-Holy Mother of Mayhem!" the goggling Pharlen did reminded her, she'd forgotten her goggles. Too late, now.
The harmonics amplified within the wave form, creating a dissonance between the electrical field generated around the nanite's by Kitty's own tissues. This effectively squashed the tiny machines as thoroughly as a flea on an anvil, and about as elegantly. Pharlen's toys were precise in her hands, but powerful and primitive seeming.
"Bet he only dates large farm animals," Kitty cackled, "Am I done" You promised Doubles and noodles."
"Double Doubles," Pharlen corrected primly, turning to scan over Kitty once more. "Clean. You'll probably still be woozy, but food will fix that?"
Kitty needed some Girl time, clearly, so first Pharlen dragged her to an In-N-Out Burger for delicious double meat, double cheese, burgers. In Los Vegas. Possibly even to catch the Cirque Du Soleil's Zumanity show.