Comm: Bye-Bye to Byron’s Brain (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1) He left Byron to his own devices for the moment, allowing the mindless golem to prod around the intellectual hub he could once call his most stunning attribute. Kepler instead did a brief investigation of the laboratory, wondering what else he could take advantage of here. Something did catch his eye, on the far end of the room. It was a harness that one sat in, to be suspended above the ground; the device was for an archaic form of virtual reality, where the user still needed a larger range of movement, but it didn't involve integration directly into the cortex. Kepler doubted the machine worked all that well by now, likely being over fifty years old, but that didn't mean he couldn't still derive some functionality from it. At its core, the suspended seat was essentially an oversized baby bouncer; it functioned the same way at least. It gave Kepler an interesting idea on how to get the most destruction going on Byron's big beautiful brain. Kepler left the 'bouncer' for now, finishing his investigation on some of the other tools in the room. The difficulty was in finding something simple enough for Byron to use, while still being something that could be used to damage the toy he'd been given. The closest thing he could find was a tiny reflex hammer, which he brought back and casually handed to the moron. "There you go...Why not play a little game of 'whack-a-mole' with your neurons." Kepler chuckled, to which the drooly boy didn't seem to understand, but the took the hammer anyways. Kepler watched the hologram more than he watched the brain's beat-down, since he wanted to see Byron's intellect diminish in real time. With every sloppy strike from the tiny hammer, it was noticeably affecting Byron's ability to focus; he was looking disoriented, but not necessarily impacted where Kepler wanted him to be. "You should be proud, Byron. Your brain is a lot more resilient than I would have thought! I figured a few whacks from that thing, and you'd be pickin' your own nose." The hologram composed himself and narrowed his eyes at his former best friend: "L-like I'd do something so repulsive! This is your last warning, Kepler. Put my brain back where it belongs, or you'll regret it." Kepler scoffed and glanced back at the mentally incompetent body, noticing that in that state, Byron was absolutely picking boogers from his nose, while he took a break from his hammering. "You're really something else, Byron, you know that?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're in a situation where you have absolutely zero control of the outcome, and yet... You're still trying to give me orders. You're still treating me like your little monkey servant, telling me to dance or jump or whatever." It was the hologram's turn to scoff, "We all have our roles. The geniuses of the world are supposed to use the idiots to get what we want. Why should we waste precious energy or time on the things that are insignificant? On the things that require physical labor? We do the thinking, we make the decisions, and the lesser stock such as yourself, you take orders." Kepler shook his head and turned around, going to pick the brain up off of the floor. The drooly retard was too busy with his own snot to make any objections. "That's what I thought. Now come put it back in the machine and get my body back in place as well. I promise my retribution won't be too harsh.." Kepler faced the hologram again, and he got Byron's body to stand back up, legs bowed by the bulk of the large diaper that was taped around his waist. "You want me to put your brain where it really belongs?" "Yes, you dimwit!" The boy's free hand veered downward and he hooked his fingers onto the back of Byron's diaper; slowly, for dramatic effect, he stretched the waistband out. "Alright then. I'll put your brain where I think it belongs; based on what value I think it'll have by the time we're done here today." "What the hell do you think you're--" With a devious smile, Kepler stuffed the brain down the back of Byron's diaper and let go of the waistband. He turned Byron around, so that the hologram could see exactly where the brain had gone. From appearance alone, with the way that the brain made a giant rounded bulge in the puffy seat, it simply looked like the retard had taken an enormous dump in his pants. He gave the bulge a gentle pat, pressing it up against Byron's buttcheeks. "P-poooopy?" The slack-jawed idiot moaned, convinced that the squishy solid in his diaper was what it looked like from the outside. "Yup, that's right. At least that's a good description for your bad attitude." The hologram was going apoplectic, "Remove it this instant, Kepler! That's one of the world's finest minds, it doesn't belong in the back of a diaper, like some toddler's droppings!" "Hehehe...Drop..!" Byron's body suddenly plopped down back on the ground with a wet sounding squish, and some real damage was finally done. It was clear to see too. The hologram was a reflection of the disembodied mind, and as it had just suffered some real damage, Byron's image had shifted to reflect that. The boy genius now had a small trickle of drool on his lips, and his expression had less focus than before. As the dummy on the floor gyrated his buttcheeks against the 'mess' in his diaper, the hologram continued to see a transformation, soon sporting some padding of his own. "S-stop him! My brain...not thinky right.." He shouted, finding it difficult to find the right words as his mind was pummeled by his own body's weight. "Oh, is that so? Don't worry so much, Byron. You'll be just as happy as he is by the time this is over. You won't even worry about silly things like thinking right. You'll just drool, pick your nose, and gleefully potty in your big, dumb retard diapers all day. Ignorance is bliss, after all." Kepler lifted the dummy back up to his feet, "But I do need to take care of a few things before we're finished here. Need to deal with loose ends and the like, and we wouldn't want your body to run around the lab unsupervised!" He led the diapered boy toward the 'bouncer' he'd discovered earlier. While the brain had been damaged, it still kept most of its shape, and thus there was still a fairly large bulge in the diaper. Watching Byron's body try to waddle like that, gait so bowed out, it truly appeared that he was being paraded around with a giant dump in his pants. Kepler got Byron situated into the seat of the harness and gave him a bounce to get him started. "There we go...We'll let the bouncer be the babysitter, and he'll get to have fun squishing around!" The bouncer was a hit with Byron's mindless body, and he laughed stupidly as he kept going up and down, each violent jerking of the harness causing the mind to suffer more and more damage. "N-nnnooo! It making me...It make me t-tardy! Byron brain all tardy!" The hologram screeched, the diaper it wore beginning to grow in thickness to reflect the IQ getting lower and lower. Kepler walked away, leaving Byron to watch the last remnants of his intellect being destroyed within the confines of the special ed grade diaper that his body had been put in. While things finished up on that end, Kepler was getting the rest of his ducks in a row. He'd initially considered making this look like a lab accident, but he'd changed his mind after Byron had continued to be so prideful and antagonistic. No, now this would be Byron's last 'big experiment' to show the world his 'brilliance'. Kepler got to work on typing up a thesis, doing his best to make it sound as pretentious as he thought Byron would write it. A few months later, Kepler was visiting his former friend after class. Letting himself out from Byron's shadow, he'd flourished and made new friends, though none of them knew what he'd done to his last 'friend'. Byron's new class was in the special ed hall, and it was a fitting place for what used to be the boy genius on campus. "Hey there, Byron. Having fun?" The boy turned his head to face Kepler; his mouth was wet with drool, as was the bib around his neck, and his eyes betrayed no real intelligence behind them. One nostril had green dangling from it, while the other had a crayon stuffed halfway up it. "Uh-huh..." He lazily responded, before his attention veered back to the pile of crayons in front of him. Kepler couldn't help but wonder how many of them had ended up in the idiot's mouth, instead of in his hand. Kepler would come visit him every once in a while, primarily to feel that spark of satisfaction in a job well done. By the time he's put the brain back in Byron's head, it's been a miserable pile of shattered thoughts. With it put back, Byron was only a little smarter than he had been without it; perhaps on the level of a particularly slow toddler. The sorry state of his brain was visible too, to anyone who cared to look. As part of the forged thesis, he'd written that Byron's intent was to study the effects of severe trauma to a disembodied mind. The infused nanobots kept the brain alive through all manners of abuse, but they only focused on vital structures to maintain. With aspects such as intelligence or memories kept to a less defended initiative, the mind could be scrambled without 'killing' the organ outright. To show the results of his 'work', there had been a surgical addition when he'd gone back through the machine. Now, with just a tap, a 'window' of sorts would shed the illusion of normal flesh, and instead reveal a glass casing that acted as that portion of the skull. It was standard issue as a temporary measure, when dealing with patients who would require multiple surgeries, but it was usually forgone afterwards. Not for Byron though. At any time, someone could peer in and see just how destroyed his mind really was; just a bowl of oatmeal in there. Then again, it wasn't necessary to see the hardware up top to recognize where Byron's intellect was at now. Peering downstairs instead, and the massive diaper that the boy wore was evidence enough. It helped that it rarely stayed clean very long either. Just as Kepler had initially considered, the diaper really was the perfect symbol of retardation, of complete mindlessness. "Mmphh..! M-makin...! Somethin! New!" Byron had begun to grunt, each word becoming punctuated by a noisy flatulent blast. "..Oh? Is the little 'genius' making a new invention?" Kepler quietly teased, smiling sadistically while he watched Byron lean forward onto his knees. "Nnnghh! Genie-yus...! Invent..! PoOoOoO-pOoOoOo!!" Byron announced, slobbering all over his bib and squinting an eye shut in strain. The back of the diaper suddenly tented out in a dramatic THWUMMP! and the initial explosion was swiftly followed by a rush of smaller squishes. Kepler clicked his tongue, hearing also the telltale hissing of an emptying bladder. Kepler bent down and gave the warm bulge a condescending pat, "Wow, such a big 'invention'...Same as the last one you made me, though." Byron didn't seem to pay the smug remark any mind. As soon as he'd finished filling his pants, he'd gleefully sat back down to squish the mess, and Kepler was reminded of how he'd had the same look when he'd stuffed the brain down the back of his diaper too. Kepler wrinkled his nose at the fumes, but the tard on the floor seemed blind to the smell. While Byron started to scoot back and forth, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, Kepler decided it was time to leave for today. "Well, catch ya later, Byron. Maybe you'll invent something new for me next time...Oh, and I almost forgot.." He gave Byron's forehead a tap on his way out, to activate the window. "There we go! You want to show off that special brain of yours, don't you?"