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I sat down in one of the two chairs across from his desk. “I meant to look this up on the flight here, but Lorraine wouldn’t give me any time to myself. What exactly are neutrinos?” “Neutrinos are subatomic particles, about one millionth the size of an electron. They have a neutral electric charge, and due to their small size, are barely affected by the fundamental forces of the universe and rarely interact with regular matter.” “So, how do you detect them then?” “Below this facility lies a 40-meter-tall steel tank holding 50,000 tons of ultrapure water. Inside the tank are 13,000 photomultiplier tubes that detect light from neutrino reactions. When a neutrino manages to strike a water molecule, an electron or positron is knocked off, moving faster than light, at least, faster than light can move in water. This creates a cone of Cherenkov radiation light, which is the optical equivalent to a sonic boom. The Cherenkov light is recorded by the photomultiplier tube. Using the information recorded by each tube, the direction and "flavor" of the incoming neutrino is determined.” “So you think neutrinos are causing these transformations?” “No, not the neutrinos, something else.” A knock came from his door. “Come in!” A lovely young scientist entered the office, holding a folder. She was around my age, long black hair tied into a ponytail. “I have the results,” she said. “Perfect timing. This is one of my head researchers, Toka Itami. Please explain to them the results we’ve been getting.” She nodded and turned to us. “For the past year, we’ve been getting unusual readings from our detection lab. The sensors have been picking up something akin to Cherenkov radiation, but it hasn’t been coming from interactions with the water.” “Our detection tank is buried underground in order to indian shield it from ambient radiation,” said Dr. Nagisa. “That way, only neutrinos from solar activity and supernovae are able to enter the detection field. We believe that the neutrinos are interacting with something, another kind of subatomic particle. We’d like to put you in the tank and see if our sensors pick up anything.” “This is gonna be sweet!” said Lorraine. Dr. Lawrence cleared his throat. “Though first, there is the matter of sanitation…” “Oh, yes! Harder!” Lorraine moaned. No, she wasn’t getting laid. She and I were actually getting scrubbed in a chemical shower underground. No amount of brushing and soaping could wash the filth from her soul. I was doing my best not to react, but the people in the sanitation suits were brushing hard to remove all dirt and dead skin cells. The water in that tank was ultrapure, and they wanted to keep it that way. Once we were cleaned, we were dressed in full-body sanitization suits, covering us from head to toe with facemasks and safety goggles. Dr. Itami led us down a brightly-lit corridor to a heavy steel door, and after punching in an access code, it swung open into an airlock. “So, just to be clear, you actually want us to get into the water?” I asked. If she looks into the wall mirrors she can see indian me slapping into her sisters arse and the enjoyment on my face. “Yes ma’am!” One yelled. The calisthenics was unnecessary; the drone had already spotted us and was headed directly to our position. Oh, we’ve tried a committed relationship a few times over the years, but it was just too much. My sex slave rimmed the time-paused teacher while I thrust my dick deep into Miss Daisy's tight cunt. I really do. He did not have an endless amount of time to stretch Deb's cunt and womb to the size he required. I moved the rubble off her body and it immediately scampered around, sniffing and whining. Unlike the others Sisters at St. Isadore's, she wore nothing beneath and she was greeted with the sight of her long slender legs coming into view before, finally, her meaty cock. I was grateful that Jack had agreed to not send the photos and videos to anyone and I trust Jack but I have slight doubt about Oliver. One moment I was at the bar, the next, I was in bed with the wash boy.” The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man’s mouth. The man kissed Carole. My wife giggles and pushes my legs up in the air. She was in the year below me in school and wow was I punching above my weight! “Yes. His mind raced. Like they would pop into existence, have fun, and then they would fade away back to the paper until they were needed again.”