Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 27

Minutes faded into hours as Jackson and Winter combed through the collection of hardware and-drives. They both found themselves melting into an almost hypnotic state of focus. Years of med school preparation assisting Jackson, mixed into Winter's relentless drive, they became increasingly absorbed in the task.

Several things were blatantly apparent. Somewhere in the folds of code and notes, the software existed and was written to tabulate the performance of the nano technology. It wasn't until well past midnight when Winter popped one of the last remaining thumbdrives into the computer. A single folder opened titled: nanoAI observational executional.

Winter's breath sucked in, sharply catching Jackson's attention. She clicked open the folder and saw a single .exec file. With Jackson now looking on intently, she clicked and the computer blurred to activity asking for permission to install the file. Moments later a dialogue box blazed onto the screen:

Software pre-programmed for nanoAI prototypes A/B. Configuration wired and activated upon prototype consumption.

"Oh fuck." Winter said in a hushed voice. She looked at Jackson. Could it be that simple. There was a "next" arrow at the bottom of the prompt. The screen illumined two isolated figures market "A" and "B". At the bottom of the screen it read: Align Abacus.

Glancing at Jackson, Winter clicked the icon. A loading emoticon darted to the display. Shortly thereafter, the dialogue box disappeared and the two isolated figures were replaced with two anatomical models still noted with an "A" and a "B." The figures on the screen were immediately recognizable. Though represented skinless like a medical journal, highlighting sinews, muscles and bones, the shapes were clearly that of an astoundingly muscular woman on the left and a similarly well proportioned man on the right.
"No way." Jackson said. They both knew what they were looking at. The specimens on their screen, were the recreated anatomical configurations of their own bodies. Clicking on Figure A allowed Winter to zoom in, a dial on the right indicated the level of zoom. She homed in on one of her legs to a degree of 100,000x illumination. Nothing was visible save muscular sinew and veins literally pumping oxygen carrying blood in real-time. She zoomed out again as Jackson whistled softly behind her.
An icon in the upper right of the screen simply read: dashboard.

Clicking on it opened up a beautiful dialogue box with multiple tabs. One that caught her attention was simply dubbed "muscular conditioning," another, "hypotrophy advancement."

Clicking brought her back to the anatomical page of the software, this time highlighting only her musculature. The deep tissue was color coded across a full spectrum from green to red. The dialogue box shifted in the bottom right indicating several fields including: Hyperplasia | Hypertrophy.

Clicking on Hyperplasia numbers popped up all across the anatomical diagram. As Winter clicked and progressed into the menus, she realized the numbers were indicating the degree of Hyperplasia currently experienced be each muscle in her body. She could home in on a finger, or a particular bicep tendon, and it reported the exact level of oxygen in/out flow, the degree of muscular breakdown and even the rate of replenishment.

The dialogue boxes kept coming as Winter continued exploring. Information on hormone levels, including current creatine circulation, testosterone and other pheromones. Mineral make-up and balance was being positioned in another drop down menu with precise instantaneous readings. An entire menu was dedicated to hydration levels. The degree of information was mind-numbing.

Without as much as a whisper, Winter continued clicking through the interphase mesmerized. Jackson was no less hypnotized. Finally, Winter looked up noticing whisps of morning light starting to seep through the blinds in the tiny living room. It had felt like seconds, but they had explored the software for hours unaware of time entirely.