you dismiss the mayor because her presence is redundant due to being in a collective than Return to the lab with Maxine, and grace to develop additional specialized enhancements for the Leadership Collective's perception abilities
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You dismiss the transformed Mayor Richards, now a busty punk goth woman with electric blue streaks in her hair.
"Since you're fully integrated with Primary Unit Grace's consciousness, your physical presence is redundant for now," you explain. "Return to City Hall and continue your duties. The perception filter will ensure no one notices your transformation."
"Yes, Mistress," Richards responds, her leather-clad form visible only to those in your inner circle. "I'll make the fucking arrangements for the policy changes we discussed."
Once Richards departs, you turn to Grace and Maxine. "Let's head to the lab. I want to develop specialized enhancements for the Leadership Collective's perception abilities."
In Maxine's laboratory, the brilliant scientist's enormous breasts sway freely as she moves between workstations, her topless form a testament to the morning's randomizer result. Grace follows, her own enhanced punk goth curves similarly exposed above her leather pants.
"The perception filter technology is already working at unprecedented levels," Maxine explains, pulling up holographic displays of Grace's neural patterns. "Her lifetime of spiritual practice created unique pathways we can exploit."
"I can feel the entire fucking city," Grace admits, running a pierced finger along a display. "Every corrupt bastard within ten miles lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree in my mind."
You examine the displays, your towering futa form casting shadows across the lab equipment. "Can we enhance her ability to target specific individuals with different perceptions simultaneously?"
"Absolutely," Maxine purrs, sliding her hand down your arm. "I've been analyzing the data from Richards' transformation. The spiritual resonance between Grace's nun background and Richards' Catholic upbringing created unexpected synergies."
She attaches delicate sensors to Grace's temples, the punk goth nun's purple-streaked hair falling over her shoulders as Maxine works.
"Hold fucking still," Grace mutters to herself, closing her eyes as the equipment calibrates.
"The empathic field is the key," Maxine continues, adjusting settings on her console. "It detects corruption within a ten-mile radius, but we can modify it to project tailored perceptions to different targets based on their specific psychological vulnerabilities."
You move behind Grace, placing your hands on her bare shoulders. "And what about the collective aspect? Can we enhance the connection between Grace and other Leadership Collective members?"
"Shit yes," Grace responds before Maxine can answer. "I can feel Richards right now, every goddamn thought. But it's... fuzzy at this distance."
Maxine nods excitedly. "We can amplify that connection. Instead of just sharing consciousness, Leadership Collective members could share targeted perception capabilities."
She prepares an injection of nanites suspended in glowing blue fluid. "This will enhance neural transmission between collective members while strengthening Grace's natural empathic field."
"Will it hurt?" Grace asks, eyeing the needle.
"Only for a fucking second," Maxine promises with a smile. "Then you'll feel incredible."
As the nanites enter Grace's system, her back arches, pierced nipples hardening. "Holy shit!" she gasps, her eyes flashing with momentary blue light. "I can see everything... everyone..."
The holographic displays explode with activity, showing enhanced neural pathways forming throughout Grace's brain.
"It's working perfectly," Maxine announces, monitoring the readings. "The Leadership Collective will now be able to project up to seven different perception filters simultaneously, tailored to specific target demographics."
Grace's eyes flutter open, now containing subtle blue flecks that weren't there before. "I can feel Richards more clearly now. And I can see through their fucking eyes too. I can make one person see me as a nun, another as a businesswoman, and a third as whatever I damn well please."
You smile, cupping Grace's face in your hand. "Perfect. The Leadership Collective will transform politics without anyone ever realizing what's happening."