Super unfinished little story

	The balding man quickly walked through the seemingly endless corridors. To his right was a large muscular man, wearing dark glasses, an earpiece, and a suit. To his left was a young man carrying an enormous amount of papers, struggling to carry them all.

	The young man led the other two men into a room, picking seemingly at random. In it, a long conference table, a massive television screen and a single solitary laptop. The large man stood at the door, the balding man sat at the far end facing the television, and the young man began tapping nervously at the computer.

	"Alright," the young man began, speaking as if he was almost a slave to the balding man, or that the balding man's approval meant life or death, "our super-secret weapon we've been developing has just completed its first round of testing. As you requested, defense minister, with all of our weapons test after the first round is successful you meet with us. So, I'd like to introduce you to LANC, or the Large Augmented Nanobot Cloud."

	The first slide appeared, showing large canisters that appeared to be made to be dropped from a plane.

	"The LANC is a canister full of nanobots designed to incapacitate the general citizenry of any country. These canisters are meant to be discrete, low on citizen casualties and a long-term method of dealing with a diplomatic rival. The canisters release clouds of nanobots high above earth's atmosphere, then they burn up. The nanobots then are inhaled, consumed or otherwise enter the publics' bodies. Then, they are activated and carry out specific tasks."

	The second slide appeared, showing a small town.

	"Since you've given our facility free reign to do human testing on some of the small, isolated towns this north of the country, we chose a mildly large, but economically and socially insignificant town for our experiment. We chose Chesterville, about fifty miles north of here, population:2,500 males, 2,400 females."

	The defense minister looked on, intrigued. In his mind, he thought about all of the possibilities in working with this weapon. His country, The Uzgov Federation could become a major world power, and conquer their enemies!

	The young man continued.

	"In several individual studies tests on prisoners, we found that most of the nanobot commands do not work, and are still in need of development. However, we found one command that did work, and that's the command we decided to use on Chesterville."

	"At 2200 hours, March 1st, 2015, as most of Chesterville was asleep, the Nighthawk and the Intrepid bombers in the fleet you bequeathed us dropped twenty-six canisters on Chesterville. One out of the twenty-six failed to open, and crashed 5 miles from the town limits. At 0800 hours the next day, sixty aides entered the town and began residing in pre-bought houses. They are wearing sheer protective covers over their noses and mouths to prevent any nanobots coming into contact with them."

	"At 2200 hours, March 2nd, 2015 all of the nanobots have either found a host or deactivated and begun to decompose on the ground. The next morning, at 0600 hours the first of the aides begin their observational tasks."


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	I woke up that morning next to my colleague. I was groggy, so I tumbled downstairs to fix breakfast. He came down later, and I handed him his eggs.

	"Mmmthangyou," he mumbled through sipping his cup of coffee. I was already dressed, so I saw him off and headed to work, or at least, my cover job.

	The lab had deemed me extremely important because they found me a job. Most of the aides were just instructed to walk around in mostly public places, or at least I was told. But I actually got a job as a biology assistant teacher at the local high school, which was important, apparently.

	The lab only gave me this assignment because they thought I could notice minute differences. It was fun too, because I didn't have to sit around in the lab for two to three weeks as the culmination of over ten years worth of work goes out and proves itself, I could see it happen.

	I really didn't listen much to the introduction, I simply said "hi, hello" whenever anyone came up and shook my hand. It wasn't long before I was in the classroom, sitting in a chair in the front as the actual teacher gave a lesson in biology to a bunch of unenthusiastic highschoolers. The only thing keeping me awake was the knowledge that in each one of them a horde of possibly millions of nanobots were slowly changing them.

	There was a break period afterword, so I took the time to get to know my senior teacher more and write my first entry into my observation book. I did it as the teacher was going to use the restroom, so it would be in secret.

	"No real observations today," I wrote "Students and faculty seem to be acting as normal in their situations. I have no model for what they are supposed to do, and I don't know them so I cannot mark any notable change."

	I put the notebook in my backpack at exactly the right time as the senior teacher walked back in.

	The rest of the day passed smoothly. I really didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, which seemed ordinary for the first day.

	At about the fifth day, things got interesting. That day the students had a test, and I noticed more than one girl, and one boy sucking their thumb. One girl had to run suddenly to the restroom. I also began to notice that the boys were looking a lot more hairless, and their bodies were looking much less toned.

	The sixth day was a Saturday, so there was no school. My instructions were to stay home, and my partner was assigned to go out to stores, bars, restaurants and scope out. I did have one task that weekend, and that task was to buy a plethora of diapers and changes of clothes, most importantly pants, which I did and packed a multitude of different kinds in my bag in preparation for what Monday would bring.

	On Monday my preparations, my predictions and my instructions were all right. In the first fifteen minutes of the first class, a poor girl wet herself. I noticed faces of jealously, strangely enough, from many of the highschoolers onlooking as the poor girl made a puddle in her seat. She began to whimper and suck her thumb.

	I sprang into action and took the girl to the girls restroom. There was no formal nurse, so most of the senior teachers were trained in some sort of basic medical training, so if any student had anything "unfortunate" happen, they would turn to a teacher for help.

	The girl didn't even react as I put her in a baby diaper and gave her a new pair of shorts. She mumbled out the word "thanks" from around her thumb, and I had to stop her before she left because she had forgot to button her new shorts, and they had fallen to her ankles.

	As the week pressed on the productivity in class dropped as more and more kids were having accidents. Thumbsucking had spread to the entirety of the class, to the point when if you ever asked a question you would always get a muffled reply through a thumb-filled mouth. Most of the class was now in diapers. Wardrobe malfunctions were common. Students would forget how to button or unbutton their pants and forget how to tie their shoes, usually coming into class holding their pants with only a diaper around their waist.

	My senior teacher also was experiencing the nanobot's change. I noticed that when she ate lunch, she would start clumsily brandishing a fork and knife, and by the end of the meal always degenerate into using her fingers. She commonly spilt drinks, sometimes over assignments.

	In short, the educational system in Chesterville was breaking down, much like their societal structure.

	There was a spectrum, however, in how people shifted. Older ladies (around 30-40) became rather ditzy, but still functional. Women aged 20-30 became pretty much unable to function, sucking their thumb, wetting their pants and generally being childish. The men were hit the worst, however. The nanobots made them all look similar, giving them a full head of hair and making them loose all other hair on their bodies. Making their muscles atrophy. Giving them fat deposits on their butts, hips, chest and thighs. For the particularly manly men, the nanobots went as far as to weaken their jaw lines and eat away at their bones so that they would loose up to five inches in height.

	Two people were walking down the street as I walked home from work that Friday. Only because the man had shorter hair could I tell him from her. They both wore practically the same clothes, and had the same obvious diaper bulge. They grinned stupidly as they walked down the street.

	Two weeks in and there was practically no school. Society had decayed so greatly that what students and faculty that came to the high school were completely incoherent and unable to function. Some students crawled, while others toddled down halls, usually misremembering their schedules or simply walking into a random classroom. Not that it mattered, most of the faculty were the same way. My senior teacher wasn't there that Monday, but the next day she was there, and subsequently took a full hour to remember how to write her name. Halfway through she messed herself. I shuddered to think that this woman was driving.

	At this point also Chesterfield ceased to exist on any sort of outside media. On the highway, the Chesterfield exit was replaced with trees, and all the signs pointing to it were removed. Chesterfield was also erased from any sort of state records or maps, as if it was never founded.

	That day, my senior teacher (if you can call her that anymore) and I waited a full two hours for students. All the while my senior teacher was scribbling over her calendar, doodling over important dates and plans she had set up for the coming weeks. Finally, a student crawled in. She didn't belong in this class and she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper.

	I was going to move to change her, but I immediately got a call, so I had to answer it. My senior teacher jumped into action and began slowly and poorly change the girl's diaper.

	I put the phone to my ear.

	"Hello agents, you're getting this call because outside observers have ruled that this town is at this point unable to support its citizens. You all are to report to the town center by noon today."

	The other end immediately hung up. I looked at the clock, saw that it was eleven-thirty, swore to myself, and left the teacher to her work, and left the girl to her change.

	I met up with all the other observers. Some were glad, saying that the weapon had worked! Others were horrified at what effect this weapon had, and that it was used on their own countrymen.

	At 12:00 sharp an army of school buses appears, numbering at least 500 buses. Along with this was 100 flatbed trucks full of soldiers. We loaded onto