<strong>In the Lab</strong><br/><br/>It would take a bit of work to fix the harness, the rat had bitten into a high current line and in its death throes damaged several other linens and the feed back had damaged the advocacy devise that Darren had used to link to the construct. Then there was the rush of ideas that Alex/Syn had given Darren.<br/><br/>He could work on the Malice treatment, or take another look at his collar or work on the interface rig.  All three needed work, question was which to do? Or he could try finishing the transfer of Alex from the construct to the waiting teleporter.<br/><br/><br/><strong>In the Construct</strong><br/><br/>If her residual self image was still male, Alex would have been suffering from Blueballs. As it was she was very wired and rapidly discovering that female arousal was no more fun interrupted than being a guy. She pouted as she sat down on the couch she conjured up and tried to relax. Then tried a cold shower. Then soaking in a hot tub. Nothing worked on distracting her from Syn’s rampant libido.<br/><br/>She mulled over her first attempt with Darren. Had she been moving too fast? Had she scared him off? He’d seemed kup’ to the occasion she thought to herself with a smirk.<br/><br/>“Maybe I should try a dive into her body, see if I can recall more of what happened to her. Don’t want to get bushwhacked by what they used on her.”