Every channel was black.
"Hmm," Steven mused, " Whatever knocked out the power must've taken the cable too."
"I'll go get the radio from the Kitchen," Denise said
"Wait..." Suddenly the screen flickered. There was some static, then an image appeared. There was a man, seated behind a desk and in front of what looked like a massive computer. Denise turned to see what was going on, and decided to go sit on the couch with her family. The man looked directly into the camera and spoke.
"Good Morning. I am sure you are all confused and a bit frightened by the events of last night." The man spoke calmly, with a comforting tone. "My name is Dr. Alan Gilmore. I am the founder of Applied MetaDynamics, and the creator of the technology at the core of the facility that went online last night. I apologize for any discomfort the initial boson wave may have caused, though I am sure you are feeling quite refreshed at this point. That is by design.
"I won't drone on about the details of the technology I have created, needless to say that I have discovered a way to manipulate the very fabric of reality. My initial experiments only created small fields with limited range, about the size of a small room. Fortunately, when your local leaders entered this room, I was able to... convince them... to allow me to test my technology on a much larger scale, as large as an entire town. The town of Hillsburg." His tone suddenly seemed much more sinister.
"The particle accelerator that surrounds your town creates a quantum vibration. Every atom within it is now tuned in to my supercomputer. With a simple keystroke, I can manipulate every bit of matter in Hillsburg. I can turn lakes into buildings, cars into circus animals. My control is so precise that I am even able to manipulate the thoughts, actions, and perceptions of every individual in this little town."
"What?" David said.
"Is he insane?" Denise said.
"I'm sure most of you are skeptical. Even though all of you turned on your televisions at the exact same time, perhaps you need a more dramatic demonstration." He began typing on a keyboard. "Let's see... how about we do something with the males in town... between the ages of 18 and 30."
David quickly stood up, which made his breasts jiggle. He smoothed out the skirt of his maid's uniform, which ended just above the top of his sheer black stockings. He looked over at his brother Andy, who was doing the same. From the neck down, they looked identical. Same skimpy uniform, stockings, stilettos, on a sexy woman's body. Their heads were still normal, except for the makeup on their faces and frilly maids' caps. Their parents' eyes went wide. Andy and David walked over to their father and stood side by side.
"Good morning, Monsieur," they said in unison with a thick French accent. "'Ow may I help you? Coffee? Tea? Perhaps you would like.. 'ow you say... handjob?" They smiled and approached Steven.
"What?! Boys, what are you doing?" Not appearing to listen, David and Andy sat on their father's lap, one on each leg. They spoke again, still in unison. "Do not worry, we shall make you feel much better."
"Andy! David!" Their mother shrieked, "Stop that! Control yourselves!" But they didn't stop. Instead, they both leaned in and kissed their father on the cheek and draped an arm around his neck. As they did, their breasts rubbed up against one another. Steven saw this. He tried to resist, to push them away... but the sight of those breasts, the soft bottoms resting on his legs, the smell of the perfume... it was so intoxicating. He suddenly felt helpless.
Andy ran a manicured finger along his father's chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, while David's free hand went straight to the man's belt buckle.
"Okay, I think that's enough for now," said a voice from the TV. David stopped what he was doing. He was briefly frozen in place, one hand on the zipper of his dad's pants. He gagged and heaved when he realized what he was doing. What had happened? He remembered it all... feeling the need to serve, like what he was doing was not only normal, but important. He wanted to panic, but he couldn't.
"So now you know what I'm capable of. Hillsburg is now my sandbox. I control everything in this town, and I think I'm going to have some fun. You might notice some of the things I do, you might not. It is all for my own amusement. You will also be unable to find the will to leave this town, or to come after me. For all intents and purposes, I am your god now. Have a nice day." The screen went black again. The Watsons looked at each other, feeling frightened, confused, and embarrassed. And wondering what might happen next.
